Something Amazing

by M. Clarke

  One tattoo of a turtle, about the size of my hand, sat on the edge of his hips with designs that reminded me of Polynesian tattoos. Line after line, filling in the space was intricate designs…very eye catching. I made a mental note to ask him about it later.

  Jax hovered over me and offered me a warm smile. As he caressed my face he said, “You’re making my dreams come true. I’ve dreamt about this moment since the day I met you. I want the next five days to be the most memorable time of your life. I want to have a piece of your heart, be in your thoughts, and live in your memory. I just want this moment with you.”

  Jax melted me with his words like no other guy had ever done before. He was sweet, caring, and though sometimes arrogant, he played it well. It was a confident personality that I found attractive, besides having a genuine heart, and I felt that with Jax. Jax was what I was looking for. What could I say after that, but only to agree? “I want this moment with you too, Jax.”

  Flashing his dimples was his reply, and I didn’t mind that at all. Jax conquered my lips again, kissing me softly and tenderly, then his lips ever so softly trailed down to my breasts, to my stomach, and with his knee, he separated my legs to allow access.

  Whimpering sounds escaped my mouth when he licked my folds, then they were replaced by load moans when he sucked them. “Jax, I want…I need….” I couldn’t finish my words; I was climaxing from the magic he worked with his tongue. Holy shit! That felt freakin’ good.

  “You’re ready for me now?” Jax growled, teasing me.

  “Yes.” I squirmed, tugging his shoulders toward me. “Please…I’m ready.” I was practically begging, but Jax seemed to like that I was. His lips curled wickedly when I stroked his dick. Hell, I was going to jump on top of him if he didn’t respond right away, but he did.

  First, he rubbed his dick along my folds, teasing me like crazy. Then he entered, but not all the way, slowly sliding back and forth. When I arched my back and cried out, it seemed to bring him to another level of excitement. His eyes grew darker, hungrier, and I heard a low, territorial growl. When he thrusted inside of me, and I felt the length of his dick, I gasped deeply.

  “Rachel, you feel so fucking good,” he said, slowly rocking in and out. I could tell how much he was taking pleasure in being inside of me from the way he closed and opened his eyes multiple times, possibly trying to not climax too fast. Then he cupped my ass with both of his hands and began to pound harder.

  “Jax,” I cried out, panting faster than before. Jax was filling every inch of my body with pleasure. I felt it from the tips of my toes, traveling to every part of me. Fireworks exploded in my stomach and expanded and grew to their limit.

  “I’m not done with you yet.” Jax slid me off the bed, flipped me over, and entered from behind me. “I love your ass, Rachel,” he growled, then slapped it. I jolted from never being spanked before. It didn’t hurt, but it was strong enough to stimulate me even more.

  Jax flipped me over again, and this time he spread himself across the bed. “Get on top of me,” he ordered. There was something exciting about a man that was in charge. And Jax was all man and in charge.

  Climbing over him, I held on to the bedpost and positioned myself to allow him to enter. Without any time to lose, Jax gripped my hips and moved his ass and my body together. They moved perfectly in unison, and somehow he lifted his ass at the same time, which caused him to be inside of me deeper. “Jax!” I yelped. “I’m coming.”

  “Look at me,” Jax ordered. “I want to see your face when you come.”

  I kept my eyes open as long as I could, but the closer I was to climaxing the urge to close my eyes became stronger.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Jax panted. “I can’t get enough of you. I don’t think I can let you go…ever.”

  The bedpost rocked to Jax’s tempo, thumping hard and fast against the wall. Sweat trickled down the side of Jax’s forehead and glistened against his chest. Although the air conditioner was on, Jax was on fire, and he gave me all he had. He expanded me beyond my limit, filling me up more than I could handle.

  “I’m coming.” Jax cupped my face and lovingly gazed into my eyes. Then he pulled me into his chest, held me tightly, and rocked the bed like crazy.

  When his will had been spent, I dropped next to him, panting and out of breath. He reached for my hand and spread his fingers to intertwine with mine. That was totally unexpected, but heartwarming at the same time. At first, I thought this was all about two people releasing sexual tension, but his actions told me otherwise.

  I could be reading this all wrong, but my gut feeling told me I wasn’t. The hardest part was that I had just gotten out of a relationship, and was not interested in getting into another one right away. Yet, I couldn’t help the way I felt. It was slowly crawling into my heart, expanding when I didn’t want it to. What did I get myself into?

  “Are you okay?” Jax asked, turning to me. His hand traveled from my ass to my breast. I loved the way his feather light touch caressed me, causing a tickling sensation.

  “Yes, but I don’t know if I can get up. You wore me out.”

  Jax’s body shook when he chuckled, then he embraced me in his arms. “This is just a teaser. Next time, you won’t be able to walk.”

  I lightly slapped him for his words being so damn arrogant, but secretly I loved to hear him talk like that.

  “Are you sure about that?” I giggled.

  “Am I sure?” His brows angled at the center, surprised that I had asked him that question, testing his masculinity. “Tomorrow. Just you and me. I’ll prove it to you.”

  “Maybe another day.” I shrugged my shoulders.

  “Oh, no.” Jax started to tickle me. “I don’t take maybe as an answer, remember?”

  “Jax.” Squirming and laughing, I tossed and turned from the tickling sensation. “Okay, okay. Tomorrow.”

  Jax hovered over me, gazing at me with those captivating eyes. I would get lost in them every time he looked at me like he could only see me. “And by the way, I believe I just properly laid you in Kauai…and I don’t mean with flowers.”

  “Maybe it was the other way around. Maybe I properly laid you,” I said with sureness in my tone.

  Jax wiggled his brows playfully. “You can lay me any time. I’m all yours.”

  Chapter 11

  Rachel

  “He was that good?” Stacey asked, checking out the different type of spices. Wanting to venture off and shop at the local stores, we had gotten in the car and started driving. We pulled over to the first shopping area that caught our eyes.

  “I’m not that experienced, and I haven’t slept with that many guys, but…he made me love sex. No…he made me love him.”

  Stacey stopped dead in her tracks and slowly peered up at me. “You’re not in love with him, are you?”

  “No. I didn’t mean it that way.” Feeling uncomfortable by the way she was studying me¸ as if to determine if I was telling the truth, I changed the subject by picking up a container. “Look.” I turned the lid. “How cool is that? You can store spices inside. You should get this.”

  “Ooh…I like that.” She took it from me and showed me a plastic bag she was holding. “I’ll get it. I can put this Hawaiian garlic salt inside. This thing is made out of bamboo. Anyway, what were we talking about?”

  “How about you and Hendrix?”

  “Don’t worry about us.” Stacey moved to the next table filled with Hawaiian artifacts. “We’re moving to the next step. He’s going to visit me in New York, and we’ll see how it goes from there.” Stacey stopped again. “Oh, guess what?”

  “I don’t want to guess. Just tell me.”

  Stacey laughed. “Hendrix asked me to be his date for Becky and Matthew’s wedding. I told him that I was already invited, but would love to be his date.”

  “That’s great. I mean…I’m glad things are going well with you two.”

  “So how about you and Jax?”

  Stacey saying his name made
me almost orgasm. I could still feel him inside of me, his smell, his sweat, and his touch. My mind reeled back to last night, and played out the way he’d teased me, licked me, sucked me, and fucked me. Feeling a twitch from my clit, I gasped silently.

  “I just broke up with Greg so I could date around. I’m not looking for anything serious. It would be wrong. What if Jax and I get together and then I want to date around because I didn’t get whatever it was I was going through out of my system?”

  “I guess you’re right.”

  “Jax is the right guy at the wrong time. It’s just not meant to be. It happened one night, but it won’t happen again.” I might have said those words, but even my tone was unsure.

  “Uh huh. Let me know what happens after you have dinner with him tonight.”

  “I’m serious, Stacey. We’re going to go out to dinner and I’m going to tell him about Greg and why I can’t be in a relationship with him. Besides, I don’t think he wants to be in a relationship anyway.”

  “Like I said, tell me tomorrow.” Stacey grabbed a few more of the spice bags. “Are you getting some?”

  I picked up several of them. “I’ll get them for Becky, Jenna, and my mom. And like I said, nothing is going to happen.”

  “You’re early,” I said, opening the door.

  Jax took a small step, but that small step brought him standing right in front of me. The temperature in my body suddenly skyrocketed. “I couldn’t wait to see you.”

  I looked down for a bit to cool down before I let him in. “Is what I’m wearing okay to where we’re going?”

  “Actually, I thought we’d go for a swim in the ocean first.”

  “Oh…well then, I’d better change. I’ll be right back.” I entered my room and started to change.

  “Would you like for me to help you?” I heard Jax ask through the door. I could tell from the muffled sound that he was standing right there.

  I shook my head, giggling. “No thanks, but I’ll let you know.”

  When I opened the door, Jax captured me in his arms and kissed me madly. When he let go, I slowly opened my eyes, making sure my feet were planted on the ground. For a second there, I’d thought he had lifted me off the ground. “Like I said, I couldn’t wait to see you.”

  I wanted to say the same, but I didn’t. Saying it meant that it was real, and I couldn’t let it be real. I was leaving in four days. “I’m ready,” I cheered, walking in front of him.

  When I heard a low growl, excitement flashed through me, making me walk faster.

  “Is this a private beach? Why are we the only ones here?” I asked, shifting my camera strap, then placing my beach bag and Jax’s, which I had offered to hold, down on the sand. Jax dropped down two surfboards, an ice chest, and a huge bag filled with I had no idea what.

  “Nobody comes this way because it’s secluded and hard to find. So, I guess you can say it’s Hendrix and Jax’s private beach.” He shrugged his shoulders with an innocent boyish grin.

  I glanced around and observed where the mountain formed a small hideaway. This area was so secluded that I would have never spotted a place like this, tucked away from the view from above, not to mention the trek to get down here. I wasn’t sure if this was a good idea. However, reminding myself that Hendrix was Matthew’s good friend and Jax being Hendrix’s brother made my heart steady again.

  “Don’t worry. Hendrix and I have been down here before. I’m a great swimmer. It’s perfectly safe and I’m perfectly safe,” he said, as if he could read my mind.

  I lit a quick smile to acknowledge that I knew I was safe with him. “I know. I have a black belt in karate. I can kick your ass if I want to.”

  “Really?” Jax placed all of our items next to a tree, except for the surfboards. Realizing that I was only joking because I sucked at keeping a straight face, Jax gave me a long, hard stare. “That warrants a spanking.”

  For a second there, Jax and I were fucking in my mind, with me visualizing him spanking me. “Huh?” I said, trying to figure out if he’d asked me a question. Then I quickly changed the subject so I wouldn’t look so dumbfounded. “Would it be okay if I took a picture of you surfing?”

  Jax’s eyes glistened with excitement. “Sure, but do not attempt to copy what I do by yourself.” He chuckled, and then jumped into the water.

  It was a little bit cloudier than the past days, but the weather was perfect and not so humid. I had seen pictures of a place like this, where the white sand felt like silk under your feet and where the ocean was so clear that you could see your feet in the water. And no matter what part of the island you were at, it was all the same. It took away your worries and replaced them with happiness.

  Jax’s body stretched across the surfboard, and he paddled out with his arms. He had swum out to where the waves were the hardest. In perfect timing, Jax jumped on his board and bent his legs. With his arms out, one leg behind the other, he was claiming the waves. He was the god of the ocean, fearless and in command. My heart hammered faster with excitement to see him in action while my blood pressure soared from being worried that he might fall and hurt himself. As I clicked away, I was elated to get fabulous pictures of him. I couldn’t wait to develop them.

  When the waves died closer to the shore, Jax got off his board and paddled his way back to land. As he strutted across the sand, the sun bathed him at the precise angle, shining upon his golden tan, making him glow. With his board tucked under his arm, and water dripping down his god-like body, he was quite the vision. Staring through my lens, I clicked away as I drooled.

  “Jax,” I called, feeling wet all over me. Wiping the lens with my beach dress, I frowned at him.

  Jax let out a boisterous laugh. “Sorry. I couldn’t resist. I enjoy making you wet.”

  I swallowed a nervous gulp when he said that last sentence with a smug grin on his face, so I changed the subject. “You were awesome out there.”

  “I’ve had better rides before.” He reached for his towel and started to dry off.

  “At least you didn’t fall.”

  Jax stopped toweling himself and looked at me. “I never fall, Rachel.” His lips curled into a huge smirk. “Now it’s your turn.”

  I had no idea what he meant by the words until he took my camera from me and started to click away. At first I posed like a supermodel, then had enough.

  “Jax. No more.”

  Jax didn’t listen, but finally stopped when I crossed my arms with a frown. By then he’d gotten the unattractive pictures, too.

  “Sorry, but those pictures will be for me. When you develop them, mail them to me or send them through email. Enough of picture taking. Come with me.”

  “Where?”

  “Surfing.”

  “I can’t do what you did.”

  Jax dropped his towel and placed my camera down by our bags near the tree. “Don’t worry. Nobody is here. It will be safe.”

  I glanced up to see if anyone was nearby even though I knew there wasn’t, but I had to be sure. This was my prize possession. “Okay.”

  As soon as I gave Jax the green light, he handed me the other board. After I took off my beach dress, we headed toward the water.

  “You’re wearing the bathing suit you wore the first day I saw you. The day you ran away from me.”

  “I didn’t run away.” I started to back away when I saw that playful smirk on his face as he came toward me.

  “Oh, yes you did.”

  “No, I didn’t.” I ran to the water screaming when Jax ran after me. Before he could catch me, I jumped on my board and started paddling. Jax caught up to me in no time. We swam out to where the waves were calmer.

  “It’s so peaceful out here.” I sat up, straddling the board with my legs dangling into the water.

  Jax raked his hair back and sat up, too. “The reason why I like to come out this far and why I love this island.”

  “Do you come here, that often?”

  “Every spring and summer, to visit Hendrix. He
enjoys coming here as well, besides needing to attend to the three restaurants he owns.”

  “That’s great.”

  Jax scooped water with both of his hands and let it pour down his chest. I wish he wouldn’t do that. It was bad enough having to see his muscular chest, but seeing water drip down like that was too much. I dropped my eyes and started asking questions to distract myself. “So…do you have anyone special?” Shit! I didn’t mean to ask that question, but the blonde I remembered he was with at the market had come to mind.

  “Nope. I was dating someone, but we decided to go our separate ways. How about you?”

  “Same here. I actually broke up with a guy I had been with for a couple of years. We had a long distance relationship and it wasn’t working out. It’s just too hard. I just want to have fun without any commitment.”

  “Same here.” He kicked water in the air. “This is perfect. You’ll be heading to New York, and I’ll be heading to Los Angeles. Long distance relationships never work out anyway.”

  I didn’t know why he said that, but it twisted my heart in a somber way. And the tone of his voice made me believe he felt the same.

  “Is it just you and Becky?”

  “Yes. Just the two of us.”

  “If I ever go to New York, I’ll make sure to swing by…if you’re available.”

  “Sure. I would like that.” My eyes shifted to his tattoo. “Why a turtle?”

  “Turtle?” He paused, finally understanding my question and glanced down to his hips. “The turtle is an ancient symbol that represents endurance, determination, strength, stability, longevity. The turtle provides protection, good fortune, and brings happiness and good omens. And, I like turtles and it’s kind of a tribute to my pet turtle that died about a year ago. I’d had it since I was a child. My grandmother gave it to me as a gift.”