by J. S. Cooper
“I’m fine.” I shuffled away from him.
“You look like shit.”
“Well, I didn’t have the best sleep I’d ever had in my life.” I rolled my eyes. “Someone died here last night. I don’t know why. I don’t know who killed him. All I know is that he had my name on a piece of paper when he died.”
“So who are your main suspects?”
“I’m not Sherlock Holmes. Or Olivia Benson.” I smiled to myself as I thought of Law and Order: SVU. It always made me think of Meg.
“If you were, who would you suspect?” His voice was low as if he didn’t care about my answer, but I knew that he did.
“You.” I said directly and stared into his eyes. “You’re my first suspect. Then my dad.” I said reluctantly. “Then Amber.”
“Amber.” He looked confused. “The other student, Amber?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “There’s something not right about that girl.”
“Oh, why’s that?”
“A good detective never tells her secrets.”
“Why am I a subject?”
“Because I don’t trust you.”
“I see.” I could see him studying my face. “You let me into your room though.”
“I let you in because better the devil you know then the devil you don’t.”
“So you think I’m a devil?” He smirked at me.
“Aren’t you?”
“I’m not in hell.” He shrugged. “Yet.”
“You think this is all fun and games?”
“I don’t think it’s all fun, no.” He shook his head. “Not yet.”
“What do you want, Jaxon?”
“I want you on the bed, stomach down, ass in the air and begging me to enter you.”
“Puh-lease.” I rolled my eyes at him, though my body was shaking at his words.
“There’s the eighteen year old in you.” He shook his head and groaned.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Puh-lease.” He imitated my voice and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.
“You think you’re funny?”
“No, I think I’m horny.”
“Is this all about sex for you?”
“This is the Lovers’ Academy.” He touched my face. “I’m your teacher.”
“Okay.”
“Are you ready for your lesson today?”
“What’s the lesson?” I asked slowly, not believing that I was even entertaining the idea.
“Some more rope play.”
“Rope play?” I repeated confused. “What does that mean?”
“It means I want to show you how to have fun with ropes.”
“Fun with ropes? How?”
“I want to use this rope.”
“Around my wrists?”
“No around your neck.” His face was grim. “I won’t hurt you.”
“Are you fucking joking?” I started laughing, partly due to shock. “There is no way in hell you’re using that rope around my neck.”
“Why?” His lips twitched and his eyes changed from a serious glare to a surprised one.
“Did you seriously think I was just going to say yes to that?” I gave him a crazy look. “Did you think I would say sure Jaxon, tie a rope around my neck and let’s have some fun?”
“I guess not.” He laughed. “We can use it in other ways.”
“Maybe I can tie you up this time.” I smiled sweetly. “If we’re doing this whole trust thing.”
“You want to tie me up?” His eyes narrowed.
“Yes.” I moved closer to him and pushed him down onto the bed. “I want to tie you up.” I let my inner seductress come out as I stared at him. “I want to see how much you can take.”
“How much what?” He grabbed my wrists.
“How much anything? You’re not the only one who can be a tease.”
“You want to tease me?”
“I want to see if I can trust you.”
“And teasing me will let you know if you can trust me?”
“No, you letting me tie you up with rope will let me know if you trust me.”
“I trust you.” He rolled over and pushed me down onto the bed. “I trust you or I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t have told you about my dad and your dad. I wouldn’t have suggested we get married.”
“About that.” I squirmed against him. “It doesn’t make sense to me that you want to get married. Why would you want to get married?”
“I want both of us to be safe. I feel like the only way both of us will be safe from our fathers is by being together.”
“Hmm.” I sighed as I looked up at him. I wanted to believe him so badly. I wanted him to be genuine. I wanted him to really be concerned with protecting me. I wanted to be number one in someone’s life for once.
“It’s the only way, Nancy.” He kissed my forehead. “We can take care of each other.”
“You’re the one that started this.”
“I didn’t know your dad would become a murderer.”
“I’m not so sure my dad is a murderer.” I shook my head.
“Did you call him?” His eyes were intense and I shook my head.
“No.” I whispered. “Not yet. I needed time to think.”
“Think about what?”
“I don’t want to talk about this right now.” I sighed and shifted under him. “I didn’t know that therapy was a part of the lesson.”
“It’s only a part if you want it to be a part.”
“I don’t want it to be a part.” I shook my head.
“Then we don’t talk.”
“That’s what you guys prefer right?” I tried to ignore the touch of his fingers on my breast. “You prefer it when the girl doesn’t want to talk.”
“Depends on the girl and the conversation.” His fingers found my nipple. “I don’t mind talking when it’s something I want to hear.”
“Or if it’s something you want to touch right?” My hand crept up to his. “Then you pretend to listen.”
“I don’t pretend to do anything.” He growled and moved his mouth down to my breast. “I just do.” His lips bit down on my breast and he sucked on my nipple through my top.
“Jaxon, no.”
“No?” He frowned. “What do you mean no?”
“I mean, no, I’m not doing this now.” I pushed him away and jumped off of the bed. “You can’t just come into my room with a rope and ask me to do kinky shit and think I’m just going to say yes.”
“You’re a typical girl.”
“What does that mean?”
“Your body says one thing, your mouth says another.”
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” I glared at him as I shouted. “Do you think that’s cool or funny?”
“Do I think what’s cool?” He jumped up and glared back at me. “Having blue balls every damn night.”
“Women’s bodies respond in ways we can’t control.” I snapped. “Do you think you have the right to do anything to a woman’s body based on what her body is telling you or do you think you should listen to what she’s saying?”
“You really think I’m a jerk, don’t you?”
“I don’t know what to think. I don’t know you.”
“What’s going on here, Nancy?” He sighed and sat back down on my bed. “Are you mad at me?”
“I’ve nothing to be mad at you about.” I shook my head and turned around. My head felt like it was spinning. I was confused and unsure of everything that was going on around me. I just wanted to go back to bed so that I could fall asleep and forget everything that had happened the last couple of weeks. I just wanted to ignore the fact that my nipple was still aching and tingling for his touch. I wanted to ignore the fact that I wanted to touch Jaxon and taste him. I wanted to tease him until he couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted him to want me so badly that my very touch would make him blow.
“I’m going to go to my room.” He walked towards the door. “I see you need time to think
and be by yourself.”
“You’re leaving me by myself?”
“Yes.” He nodded. “You need to have a clear head. Obviously, it’s not clear right now. I’m not going to do anything with you until your head is clear.”
“I don’t know what to say.” I bit my lip, feeling shocked that he was leaving so early. Had I annoyed him? Was he no longer interested in me? I was angry at myself for feeling so weak. Already I was starting to doubt what I’d said to him and how I’d acted. Maybe I should go with what my body was feeling, instead of the indecision in my brain. I was about to ask him to stay when he walked out of the door. I closed my eyes and stood there wondering what I was going to do. I froze as it suddenly hit me that Hunter was dead. I’m not sure why the reaction was so delayed, but I stood there in the middle of my room with tears streaming down my face and all I could think was I’d gotten Hunter killed. I’d gotten him killed and I didn’t even know who was responsible for his death.
CHAPTER
FIVE
Jaxon
Timing is crucial in every aspect of life. When you meet the love of your life, the time makes a difference. For example, if you meet them in grade school or junior high, that’s bad timing. If you meet them in college, that’s perfect timing. Timing in investments is also key, buy low, sell high. Everything in life revolves around timing. Success revolves around timing. My timing with Nancy could make or break everything.
There’s one thing you can’t account for in timing and that’s emotions. Emotions can ruin everything. I’ve never had to worry about that before. In fact, I’ve never wanted to care about anyone else before. Love was a weakness I couldn’t afford in life. Not after everything that had happened. Even though I knew that, I was finding it hard to feel impartial about Nancy. She was everything I didn’t want her to be. Honest, beautiful, charming, trusting, sexy, beautiful. She had an air about her that was fragile. She was broken inside. I could see that. I could see that and I was playing on it. My father would have been proud. Everything he’d ever taught me was based around the fact that I should be able to read people. When you can read people you can figure out answers to questions you didn’t even have to ask.
I loved knowing people’s fears and loves and playing it against them. Sometimes it’s easy and sometimes it’s hard. Especially when they have a good poker face. Brandon had a good poker face. I hadn’t even known about Katie until I’d come across an article about a museum event they’d been photographed at. They weren’t even standing together in the photo, but I’d seen the way he was looking at her. He loved her. He loved her more than he loved himself. She was to be my in. And it had worked. Even though, they’d been broken up for years, Brandon had still showed up at my doorstep warning me to stay away from her. He’d had no idea who I was. If he had, I was positive that he wouldn’t have given me all the ammunition he had. However, I’d been the one to come out ahead. I’d told him that Katie and I were getting serious. I’d told him that we were thinking about taking it to the next level. It had all been a lie, of course. Katie hadn’t been interested in me in that way, but he didn’t know that. Even now, he thought that he’d busted up a serious relationship with his stalking. I knew that I was close to him finding out the truth. I had to get Nancy to marry me, before all the lies came pouring out.
I quickly pulled out my phone and called Brandon. It was a call I didn’t want to make yet, but it was a call I had to make.
“Brandon Hastings.”
“It’s Jaxon Cade.”
“What do you want?” His voice lowered and I could tell he was pissed. I smiled to myself at his tone. He was going to become even more pissed once I was done with him.
“She said she wants to marry me. She wants her child to know his father.” I lied smoothly, the words flowing from my mouth as if they were water flowing from a stream.
“So this is how this is going to go then? You’re going to marry my daughter?”
“Better than your fiancé, right? Though, I’m sure Katie would like to know the real story of why we broke up.”
“If Nancy wants to marry you.” He sighed. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“We’re in love.”
“She barely knows you.”
“You know what it’s like when you’re young. You fall in love quickly. And now we’re having a child. Well, you know how it is. Now we’re having a child, everything in our relationship seems bigger and brighter.”
“You’re lucky I don’t kill you for sleeping with my daughter.”
“You don’t want more blood on your hands, do you?” I was about to ask him about Hunter when I heard a knock on my door. “Hold on.” I walked to the door and opened it. “Hey,” I frowned and pulled her into the room quickly. “You shouldn’t he here.” I whispered.
“I needed to see you.” She whispered back.
“I have to go now, Brandon or should I say dad.” I laughed into the phone and hung up.
“Who were you talking to?” Amber pressed her lips against mine and I pulled away.
“I told you, no kissing.”
“I don’t understand why you don’t kiss.” She sighed and pulled off her top. “It’s so impersonal.”
“You knew this from the beginning.”
“Doesn’t mean I like it.” She pulled her bra off and I stared at her breasts in a clinical fashion. “I was surprised to get your text.”
“I was horny.” I shrugged. “You should have waited to come until tonight. What if someone had seen you?”
“Who’s going to see me?” She dropped to the ground and undid my zipper.
“Anyone.” I frowned down at her as she pulled my cock out. “I don’t want anyone knowing that we know each other.”
“You mean intimately?” She giggled before putting my cock into her mouth. She got to work immediately sucking me off and playing with my balls. She knew exactly what I liked and she did it well. Though, all I could think about was what my next step would be with Nancy. She was getting to me in ways I never thought possible. She was complicating everything. I was so close to accomplishing everything I’d ever dreamed of. So close. Yet, something was holding me back. If I was honest with myself, I knew it wasn’t something, it was someone. Amber continued sucking on my cock and I knew that I was about to blow my load. I didn’t bother pulling out or warning Amber that I was about to come. I knew she didn’t love swallowing, but I didn’t care. I’d been fucking her on and off for the last year. I had absolutely no concern for her, but I was happy that she was eager to please. If it hadn’t been for her, I wouldn’t have had Shannon and Louise here, playing their roles.
I came hard and fast, my cock exploding in her mouth. Her eyes widened as she continued sucking and swallowing. She stood up after a few minutes, licking her lips and playing with her nipples.
“My turn now.” She smiled at me. “I need to feel your tongue inside of me.”
“I’m afraid that’s not going to be possible.” I dismissed her, staring at her body in disdain. I had no interest in touching her. All I could think about was Nancy. I was starting to feel angry at myself. What the fuck was going on here?
“What do you mean that’s not possible?” She slipped her fingers into her panties. “I’m fucking wet.” She pulled out her fingers and ran them across my now limp cock. “Feel that. I’m soaking. I need to feel you inside of me.”
“I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” My eyes narrowed. “Now.”
“I thought you were horny.”
“I was. I’ve come now.” I nodded and gave her a short smile. “Thanks.”
“Bastard.” She shook her head. “This is all a game to you, isn’t it?”
“You know it’s never going to be more than that.”
“I know that.” She shrugged and grabbed her top off of the floor. “Does your little girl Nancy know that though?” She pulled her top on. “I’d hate to think she’s believing the bullshit you’re spewing in her ear.”
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nbsp; “Is that a threat?” I grabbed her wrists. “You’re not planning on saying anything are you?”
“I don’t care either way.” She pulled her wrists away from me. “You’re the one that has to pretend you’re interested in her. I think it’s stupid, but you have your reasons.”
“I’m not pretending.” I answered her softly and I saw her eyes widening in shock. I couldn’t blame her. She knew me as the cold, heartless man that I was. There had been many nights when all we’d done was her sucking my cock and then I’d dismiss her. She’d never stayed the night. We’d never kissed. I didn’t care if she orgasmed when I fucked her. The fact was I didn’t care about her. She was just one in a long line of women I used at my disposal. She was one of a long line of women, I didn’t give a fuck about. All that was starting to change though. I was starting to have feelings. I did kiss now. I did care about a women orgasming more than myself. Of course, the one person I would start to have feelings for happened to be the one person I was going to bring down. “You can leave now. Don’t come to my room again.”
“You’re the one that…” She started and stopped when she saw my look.
“If you tell Nancy anything you’ll be cut off.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m just trying to help.”
“So far you guys have been great.” I nodded. “Just keep it up.”
“Shannon wants to know when she can leave. Her boyfriend is starting to wonder where she is. And she misses her son.”
“Soon.” I turned away from her. “She’ll be able to leave soon.”
“Okay,” I could see from Amber’s expression that she wanted to ask what happened next. I knew what she wanted, even if she didn’t want to admit it. I knew she wanted me. I could see it in her face and the way she stared at me when she thought no one was looking. I’d have to get rid of her after I married Nancy. In fact, I was happy to get rid of her. Though, I had my reasons for marrying Nancy, I knew I’d very much enjoy the intimate parts of our relationship. I just had to ensure that she said yes. Everything depended on her marrying me. I tried to ignore the fact that my heart was also excited. That was the last part of my body that I needed to feel excited about marrying Nancy. I’d cut my heart out of my chest myself, if I thought it was going to ruin my plan. I’d come too far to let anything get in the way. I was so close to victory I could taste it.
