My eyes momentarily roll back as I feel a spark ignite in my core.
“This is your last chance to back out, Brooklyn. Once I start, there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to stop.” His words come out hoarse, and I can feel his erection hard against my leg. It feels like at any second it will break free from the tiny buttons of the pajama pants holding him in.
Blinking, I try to get words to form, but my mind is distracted by the feeling of his fingers now sliding in and out of me. Nodding, I finally answer breathlessly, “I want this…I really want this.”
Rolling onto my side, I keep my left leg propped up, giving Jax access to me. I slide my hand under the waistband of his pants and grip his warm, velvety cock. It’s rock solid, and I can feel him pulsating in the palm of my hand as I begin stroking it.
Jax lets out a slow, shaky breath as I tighten my grip. Before I can even process that he’s moving, Jax has his lips on mine. At first our kiss starts off gentle, and I find myself drowning in sensory overload. He presses his lips to mine and slides his three fingers into me. My body takes over as my mind goes blank, and I get lost in the feeling of Jax’s lips and fingers on me.
I slowly begin grinding my mound against the palm of his hand as I moan against his lips. I can feel the all-too-familiar tingling sensation returning as my orgasm begins to build inside of me.
With my free hand, I slide my fingers across Jax’s hair. It’s cut short, but just long enough for me to get my fingers into it. I spread my hand against the back of his head, pushing his mouth harder into mine. Opening my mouth, I give him full access to me, and a shiver slides down my spine. His tongue dives into my mouth roughly, colliding with mine. Jax lets out a low, primal growl, making me practically cum right then and there.
A moan escapes me as his tongue, which tastes of minty toothpaste, explores my mouth and tangles with mine. Our kiss deepens and he quickens the pace with his fingers. Sliding in and out of me at a deliciously perfect pace to massage my inner walls with his fingertips, each thrust in me makes the small burning fire in my core erupt into a blazing fire. I feel another low growl vibrate against my lips as I tighten my fingers around his base and stroke him along with grinding my clit against his hand.
Knowing exactly what I need, he applies more pressure with the base of his hand, sending every nerve ending in my body firing as an orgasm tears through me. I moan against Jax’s lips as he slows our kiss. He slides his tongue slowly along my bottom lip before pulling away, leaving my lips swollen and my mouth starving to be kissed like that again.
“I need to fuck you before I blow my fucking load in the palm of your hand,” he drawls. His voice is shaky, and I can tell he is using all the strength he has to keep his shit together.
I slip my hand out of his pants and lay lifeless on the bed as I try to return my breathing to normal. I was wound up tighter than a fricking yo-yo! I needed that release more than I thought.
Slipping off the bed, Jax drops his pants to the floor and wastes no time rolling a condom on in record time. Climbing onto the bed, he stops when he’s between my thighs, which are bent slightly and draped open. I wait for him to take me for yet another euphoric ride.
The sun is slowly begging to creep up into the sky, mixing to blend darkness and light. My gaze falls from Jax’s face to his erection, which is bouncing up and down from the weight of it.
He does not disappoint in the penis department. It’s the perfect length and girth, making my girly parts once again come alive and tingle with excitement at what’s to come.
Lifting my legs, I hook them around his waist and pull him to me. “Like you said…there’s no stopping now,” I say, beaming up at him with a playful grin on my lips.
Gripping my hips firmly, with the head of his dick pressing at my entrance, Jax’s gaze burns into mine. “Believe me, baby. I have no plans on stoppin’. I plan on fuckin’ this beautiful pussy of yours. Good. And. Hard,” he says as he thrusts into me, causing a scream of pleasure to fly from my lips.
I fist the sheet beneath me and hold on as Jax elevates my lower half. I rest my legs on his thighs and keep my feet locked around him. I hold on to his body as if I were dangling over the edge of a cliff, doing everything in my power to not free fall into the valley below.
I close my eyes and bask in the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of me, causing an abundance of pleasure to course through my body. Each thrust sends every nerve ending exploding inside of me.
Releasing my hips, Jax slides his hands under the cami I’m wearing, causing goose bumps to prickle my skin once more. I look up at Jax with heavy lids as he leans down and begins kissing a trail from my stomach up to my breasts.
“Lift your arms,” he commands, and with one quick swoop he has my top over my head and falling to the floor beside the bed.
I hear the all-too-familiar rumble and feel it against my breast as Jax takes my hardened nipple into his mouth. Jax is now rolling his hips. Our bodies are so close together, mixing up a delicious concoction. With his dick slamming into my G-spot and his pubic bone stimulating my clit, blended with the sensation of his teeth clamping down on my nipple, my body stiffens in preparation for yet another orgasm.
Jax is getting close, too. I can feel his dick growing harder and wider with every thrust.
Releasing the sheets from my grasp, I slap my hands against Jax’s back and drag my nails down the ripples of muscle that are flexing with every thrust. With each powerful thrust he gives me, my hands fall lower and lower until they’re cupping his perfect ass.
Gripping his ass in my hands, I begin pulling him against me with every thrust and lift my hips to meet him every time. I’m going to be hoarse after all the screams of pleasure that are flying from my mouth while he pushes my body to the edge of ecstasy.
“Oh God…” I moan and toss my head to the side, giving Jax access to my neck. He licks and sucks on the sensitive spot between my neck and collarbone, sending me over the edge. I feel like a rubber band is being stretched to the limit inside of me–and with the last hard thrust Jax gives me, he snaps the band, sending me flying.
I swear I see stars as Jax pumps vigorously into me. The entire time, he has been using one hand to massage my breast and roll my nipple between his fingers. The other hand is pinning me against the bed by my hip.
“That was…I’m completely gobsmacked,” he says under his breath as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. His body shakes against me as he comes down from the orgasm he just had.
Gobsmacked?
“What the hell does ‘gobsmacked’ mean?!” I ask, laughing lightly while I trail my nails up and down his back.
Jax laughs into my neck before propping his body up onto his forearms and beaming down at me with a cocky grin. “It’s Australian. It’s something we say when we’re very surprised, and that was surprising…as fuck. When your pussy started pulsing around my dick, I couldn’t hold back any longer. It was taking everything I had to not fuckin’ cum before you climaxed.”
“Well, look at that, I learned something new–and it’s not even seven in the morning yet,” I joke as Jax pulls out of me and removes his condom.
“I am, usually, pretty good at using American slang, after workin’ in the states for so many years. But sometimes when I’m flustered or taken by surprise, my Australian slang comes flying out.”
Rolling onto my side, I tuck my hands under my head and watch Jax as he stands and retrieves his pants from the floor.
“Well I, for one, love all your silly Aussie slang. It makes you even sexier–if that is possible. You’ll have to teach me more sayings sometime. You never know, maybe I’ll land a role playing an international spy from Down Under and will need to learn to speak Australian.” I laugh at the thought of me having to talk with an Aussie accent on set.
Disappearing into the bathroom, Jax yells out the door, “Sounds like a plan. You’ll probably spend the entire time laughing at our crazy expressions, but I love your laugh, so it’ll b
e worth it.”
Aww. He is seriously the sweetest guy on the damn planet.
“So you like my laugh? Good to know. Tell me a crazy phase that would have me in stitches.”
A few seconds pass before Jax comes back out of the room and rejoins me in bed. He brushes a few strands of my hair away from the side of my face and tucks them behind my ear. He gazes towards the now brightening sky, thinking for a moment, then turns his eyes back down to mine.
“You’re going to think this one’s crazy. One of my mates back when I was in the military was a bogan, or what you’d call a redneck. He was from the middle of bumfuck and had some of the craziest sayings,” he tells me, with laughter in his voice, before continuing. “Brooklyn, you’re grinnin’ like a shot fox after the much-needed fuck I just graced you with.”
He gives me a knowing smile as he watches my face twist in confusion. What the hell does that mean? Do dead foxes really smile?
“Seriously? That’s seriously a phrase people back in Australia use?” I ask doubtfully.
Jax’s shoulders shake as he roars with laughter. “You’re adorable, especially when you’re pondering over something. Your nose wrinkles up, and you purse your lips, making it almost impossible to not want to kiss them.” Jax stops talking for a moment, just watching me with an amused look on his face. “Back in Sydney, where I’m from, I wouldn’t dare speak that way unless I wanted to have my mum backhand me and tear into me about acting proper. It was entertaining, to say the least, hearing half the shit that came out of that bloke’s mouth.”
I do that? I never noticed before.
Smacking his chest playfully, I furrow my brows up at him. “What does it mean? Or are you yanking my chain and it doesn’t mean anything? You’re just having fun messing with me. That cannot be a real phrase.”
“I’m not joshin’ with ya. Bogans really say some funny shit like that. It means you look very happy.”
I fall back onto my pillow, never taking my eyes off him. “Haa! Seriously?”
He nods his head up and down, telling me yes.
“Wow. So do foxes really smile when they are shot? Actually, don’t answer that because now I can’t stop picturing road kill in my head. Yuk!” I say, dramatically shaking my hands out in front of me and sticking my tongue out.
Jax falls down beside me in a roar of laughter again. “You’re a breath of fresh air, Brooklyn.”
We lie there for a few more minutes as I listen to Jax tell me more insanely hilarious terms. Finally, after I begin to yawn almost every five seconds, Jax presses a chaste kiss to my lips before telling me to get some sleep. He then slips out the door to go back to his room.
Chapter Twelve
Dixon
Rolling out of bed, I quietly slip into the bathroom. My hook-up from last night is still in my bed, and if all goes well, I’ll get out of here before she wakes up.
One thing I hate is the awkward morning after a one-night stand, especially when I’m hung over. Opening my cabinet, I grab two aspirin. After relieving myself, I slowly open the door and let out a sigh of relief when I see blonde hair fanned out across the pillow.
She’s still asleep.
Not wasting any time, I pad across the room into my closet and slip on sweats, a tank top, and my Nikes. I need to hit the gym for my morning cardio before I head over to Kayden’s house for our weekly get-together.
Every Sunday, along with a few of our buddies, he and I get together to watch the game, eat pizza, wings, and drink beer. I’m looking forward to a relaxing afternoon. Once tomorrow rolls around, my ass will be up before sunrise and working a long ass day at our construction site.
Glancing out the window, I peer down at the street below. Houston is a beautiful city, and here from my suite at Knox Hotel, I have a view of the entire skyline. My cousin prefers staying at his house in the country, but I love the city life. I love getting down and dirty like Kayden, but I also prefer the convenience of living in the city.
I can easily order takeout or run out for coffee, and I have a wide variety of places to hang out. I can always find a place that is open and full of people looking to have a good time.
Dragging my eyes from the cars below, I look back at my bed one more time before making my way to the kitchen. I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge and dig in my junk drawer for a pen and a pad of paper. I quickly jot down a note to…God, I hate trying to remember names. It’s even harder if I’m trashed the night before. Last night is a blur.
I’ll just go with ‘darlin’’; it works every time. I jot down a quick note letting her know I had a great time last night and to have breakfast at the hotel restaurant on my tab. I may be a dickhead most of the time, but my parents raised me to be a gentleman, even to chicks I don’t plan on ever seeing again.
The Knox Hotel has the best gym in all of Houston. Walking in, I look around and see the place isn’t too packed this morning. Luckily for me, half of the guests are probably too hung over to hit the gym. Most people will opt for a spa treatment rather than five miles on a treadmill.
With my music blasting in my ears, my eyes are focused on the floor-to-ceiling windows framing the busy street. I set the treadmill to my preferred incline and speed to get lost in the rhythm of my feet banging on the track.
Halfway through my run, my lungs are burning; my legs are screaming at me to stop, and I can feel my shirt clinging to my body. I stop the machine, strip off my tank top, and drape it over the bars. Grabbing my water bottle from the holder, I twist off the top and chug half the bottle. Just as I’m about to turn the treadmill back on and finish my run, she walks in.
Fuck.
Just the sight of her causes my fucking heart to go haywire. What the hell is wrong with me? Did I go to sleep with a dick and wake up with a fricking vagina? I don’t feel shit. Girls feel; I just fuck.
Brooklyn and Savannah are talking to the girl behind the large counter. Brooklyn's wearing yoga pants and a tank top, with her long brown hair, like last night, pulled up in a ponytail full of loose curls. She is seriously the hottest chick I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot. There is just something about her that my eyes are drawn to. No matter how hard I try to fight it, I can’t pull them away.
I hit the start button and begin running again, in hopes that I don’t look like a fucking creeper just standing here on a treadmill, gawking at chicks as they walk into the gym.
A lady from the spa appears from behind the large oak doors and motions them into the room that leads to the spa section of the fitness center. Before the door closes, Brooklyn glances into the gym, laughing at something Savannah said–and as she does, our eyes lock.
Oh fuck. She just caught me staring.
The smile on her face disappears, and she just stares back at me with a look of surprise on her gorgeous face. I turn my face back towards the wall of windows and try to ignore the feelings brewing inside of me.
How the hell can I feel so attracted to a woman just by gazing at her from across the room? I don’t understand what the hell is going on with my dick or my head. The gym now consists of several knock-out women sporting little booty shorts and barely there sports bras, but my eyes were glued to Brooklyn in all her simplicity, pulling me in against my will.
My body is a traitor. I keep telling it to forget about this girl. She is nothing but trouble with a capital T. Girls like her are like tornadoes blowing in, fucking up everything before blowing out and leaving you standing in a world of rubble. Life is easier when you think with your dick, not with your heart; your heart only gets you in trouble.
I am too young for this shit. Right now, I’m in my prime. I need to sew my wild oats for a few more years before even contemplating finding a girl to settle down with. Look at George Clooney. That guy is a legend to us bachelors. He’s in his fifties and still single. Sure he has his flings from time to time, then it looks like he may settle down–but before you know it, he’s back enjoying the single life.
Life is too short, and
God created way too many beautiful women for a guy like me to settle down with just one. If I even feel a sliver of anything besides sexual attraction, I drop that shit as fast as I can and get as far away from her as possible.
Normally this always works, and I never have an issue moving on to my next conquest. But something about Brooklyn is making it extremely difficult to get her out of my head.
Last night, for example, she was flirting hardcore with me at Kayden’s place, and then at Vertigo. It took everything in me to not succumb to her advances. It killed me watching her shift gears and spending the rest of the evening with Jax.
I got trashed last night in an attempt to numb my brain and get it to shut the hell up. My subconscious was screaming at me to pull her away and tell her that the only guy who should have his hands on her ass is me. Every time the thought crossed my mind, I got another drink.
The chick that I woke up to in my bed this morning, from the bar last night, was a good distraction; unfortunately, not enough to get my mind completely off Brooklyn. She haunted my fucking dreams last night from the moment I fell asleep until the second I awoke this morning.
Everything I wanted to do to her, I did, and it was pure fucking torture waking up and her not being the one beside me in my bed. The cold, hard reality of it all slapped me hard in the face when I rolled over to find the blonde from Vertigo last night in bed beside me instead of Brooklyn. In an instant, I came to the bitter realization that it was all, in fact, just a dream.
I feel like a damn pussy right now. I bust my cousin’s balls about Savannah, then yesterday her best friend shows up and ever since has had me in this daze.
At least he has an excuse; he stuck his dick in her and hasn’t been able to shake her since. I can’t use the magic-fucking-vagina excuse because I haven’t been anywhere near Brooklyn’s fucking pussy.
“Ugh!” I growl under my breath as I rake my hand through my hair. My irritation with myself is now boiling over. Slamming my finger against the screen, I increase the treadmill another speed and break into a full-on sprint. I need to move the hell on.
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