“I have no doubt about that.” He murmurs into my hair. His breath on my neck makes me shiver.
“So, why are you here?”
He shrugs. “I said I would talk with you, and I am.”
“It’s like…two am.”
“You’re right, it is. Do you want me to go?”
I think about it, but my answer is instant. “No.”
He presses his lips to mine, bringing me into a slow, deep kiss. I moan and let him slide his body onto the couch next to mine. It is only then, I realize he is naked. I gasp and shuffle backwards, only to meet the back of the couch, which promptly shoves me back forward.
“You’re naked.”
He chuckles. “And?”
“Oh Jax, I am not ready yet.”
“But you’re not saying no?”
“No. I want to try it with you, just not tonight.”
“That’s ok baby girl, we can play in other ways.”
“Whoa, what?”
He kisses me again, sliding his hands up my shirt until he meets my bra. With skilled fingers, he unhooks it and it slides it off. He reaches around, taking my nipple into his fingers and rolling it gently. The sensation is quite delightful. He deepens his kiss as he rolls my nipple, making me gasp and squirm. Suddenly, he moves it off and yanks at my underwear. I feel nervous, grasping his hand to stop him.
“What are you doing?”
“I am not going to hurt you.”
He shoves my hand away and slides his fingers into my panties, then begins to probe. I panic a little when he slides his fingers into my most sensitive flesh, and begins a light stroke. The pleasure is overwhelming, taking me to heights I could have never imagined. I cry out and grip his arms; my nails dig into his skin as he quickens the pace, and begins stroking me with fierce intent. I scream as my first ever orgasm rocks my body. After a moment, he pulls his hands out and kisses me once more.
“Well…” He says after a moment.
“I…never…wow.”
“Was that your first?”
“Yes.”
“You never did it to yourself?” He seems quite surprised by this.
“No, why would I?”
“For pleasure…”
“I had no need for pleasure, until now.”
He moves and I feel his very firm erection press against me.
“You're…”
“I just touched a very beautiful woman, of course I am hard.” He growls.
“Does it hurt?”
He laughs but it is strained. “Not, exactly.”
“Then why did you growl at me.”
“I want release too, and it will throb like that until I get it. Fear not little girl, I will sort it out later.”
“With somebody else?” I cry, and then scold myself for my stupid outburst.
“No baby, with my hand.”
“Oh…”
“I can wait kid, but not forever.”
“I don’t want you to wait forever. I could…I mean…I could make it go away, couldn’t I?”
“Sure you could.”
“How?”
“With your hand, with your mouth…”
I make an odd whimpering sound, and then my heart begins to pound. “Will you show me how?”
I reach my hand out, and he takes it in his, lowering it until it rests on his erection. I freak out at the size alone and begin to tremble. His skin is hotter down there; softer, silky even.
“It’s…huge.”
He laughs, shakily. “Thanks.”
“We won’t fit you know.”
“We will, now stop talking.”
He closes my fingers over his length and with his hand over mine, begins stroking up and down. I quite like the sensation that fills me when he moans in my ear, I like the little swirl of pleasure I get in my stomach, knowing he likes it. He removes his hand from mine, leaving me to do it on my own. I follow his lead and continue stroking up and down, slowly, and gently. He groans, his abdomen tightening against my other hand, which is splayed out across his stomach. He growls loudly, until finally he shoves my hand from him and lets out a guttural sound.
He rolls off the couch and walks into the bathroom, I flush, did I do something wrong? Was it enjoyable? When he comes back out, he sits beside me on the couch. I try hard to keep my eyes off his magical body. He is so utterly beautiful. He yanks me into his arms and kisses my lips firmly, then lets me go.
“Thanks mate.”
“Thanks?” My voice comes out hurt.
“You were real good.”
“My hand you mean?”
He gives me that heart wrenching half smile. “Yeah, your hand.”
“I wasn’t so bad?”
“For the most boring part of sex, you made it crazy good.”
“That’s the most boring part?”
“What we just did, is without a doubt the dullest part.”
I blink. “That was the dullest part? It was mind blowing.”
“You got a nice shock coming.”
“I guess we should go to sleep. Do you want me to go home?”
“Nah, sleep here.”
I smile, weakly. “Thanks.”
“I will see you in the morning.”
He kisses my head, before standing and walking out. At his bedroom door, he turns and says, “Just so you know; that would top any other time, with any other woman.”
I smile half the night away at that comment and fall into a blissful, deep sleep.
CHAPTER 4
When I wake in the morning, the lights of the house are on, and Jax’s bedroom door is open. I stand, pulling on some decent clothes and running my fingers through my very scraggly hair. I can’t see Jax, so I assume he is out in the pub. I go to find him. He isn’t in the bar, but some of the crew are having breakfast. When they see me, many eyes widen.
“You stayed with Jax?” Rusty asks.
“On the couch, nothing happened,” I grumble. “Is there any coffee?”
“Sure lass, on the counter.”
“Thanks.” I murmur, with a sly grin.
I pour myself a coffee and then ask where Jax is. They tell me he is outside hanging out the washing. I laugh, snorting some coffee over the countertop. The pirates roar with laughter.
“My god, a pirate doing washing.”
I walk out, still laughing but pause when I catch sight of the view. The scene is perfect. The sun is beaming down over the clothesline and there is Jax, with only his jeans on, reaching up and pegging a sheet. I feel my body heat when I see the way his back moves, the way his muscles pull under his skin. I feel hot, sweaty, and my heart begins to throb. I am falling for this man; I know it now more than ever. With a bundle of confidence after last night, I walk over and slide my arms around his waist. He stiffens for a long moment, and then relaxes.
“Hey mate.” He says, not moving from his position.
I press a kiss to his back and trail my fingers up and down the taut skin of his abdomen. When I rest my cheek against the back of his shoulder, his skin is warm and soft. He has a unique smell, one of his very own. It is a Jax smell and its mind blowing. I think it is his deodorant, mixed with natural male pheromones.
“I have seen it all, a pirate doing washing.”
He chuckles and I feel it rumble through his back onto my cheek. Finally, he stops and turns, not breaking my hold until he is facing me. He puts a wicked kiss on my lips, which leaves me breathless.
“I do have to do normal things, you know.”
“Hey Jax, oh my god, is that a bike?” I cry, having lost my concentration when I see a bike leaning against the pub. It is just an old yellow and blue dirt bike, but my heart quickens. How I have longed to ride a bike all these years.
He turns, glances at the bike and grins. “Wanna ride, baby girl?”
“Really?” I shriek.
“Come on.”
He leads me over and then pulls the bike from the wall. I watch him climb on and start it up.
“Get on.”
“In this?” I ask, looking down at his oversized t-shirt and my small shorts.
“I won’t kill you, come on.”
“You have no shirt on.”
He winks at me. “More excuse for you to have a feel, now jump on.”
I do so, climbing on behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Hold on.” He yells, before twisting his hand and gunning the bike forward.
I scream at the power and the way my body thrusts forward onto his. He skids off; rocks flick out from behind us. He is quick and skilled as he zooms down the dirt road behind the pub. I laugh and grip him tighter as he speeds up. Nothing could make me feel better; I am free, like a bird. Nothing in this moment could ruin the magical relief that washes through me; not even fear for my life at the speed Jax is going. After an hour or so of zooming about, he pulls up at a small stream. I blink and leap off the bike, rushing over to the crystal clear water.
“Oh. It’s beautiful, how did you find this?” I ask, dropping to my knees and running my hands through the stream.
He kneels beside me and puts his fingers in the water.
“I found it one afternoon when I went riding. I have never seen anyone here.”
I can feel his eyes on me, and suddenly, I feel nervous. I know what he wants. I can feel the pressure. When he leans forward and edges my legs apart with his hand, I freeze.
“Jax, no…”
He makes an angry sound, somewhat like a growl, and pulls back.
“Nobody is around.
“I am not ready.”
“Well, I am not waiting any longer. I am a man Jade, and I don’t wait for women, you know that.”
Anger flares inside me. “So you’re just going to have sex with somebody else, because I am not ready this quickly?”
He shrugs. “I am not going to force you, but I am not going to wait either.”
“That’s all this is about to you, isn’t it? Sex? If that is all you want then fine, take it. Go and brag that you fucked the princess in the dirt like some whore and tell all your friends how enjoyable it was.”
I shove him hard, and he falls backwards. I drop and let my body fall over his, my legs falling either side of him. I yank at his jeans. He shoves me angrily, and I land on my bottom beside him.
“What the hell are you doin?”
“You know I do not like the idea of you screwing half the bar, so you know your little threats will work. You are getting what you want. Don’t freaking worry about me and the fact that maybe I don’t want my first time in the god damned dirt.”
“Jesus, if I know it would be such trouble…”
I stand and kick rocks at him. “You are an ass Jax. I didn’t think trouble would be an issue, so long as you got your rocks off?”
“Go home.” He roars, and I am almost sure I see his eyes glow red. I shake my head and focus back on the man lying on the ground, glaring up at me.
“What? Now I am not good enough?”
“You’re out of your league, so go the hell home.” He is grinding the words out through clenched teeth.
I feel my face flush at the realization that he is sending me home, not bending me over and taking me like some crazed animal. He is rejecting me. Embarrassed and ashamed, I turn on my heel and jog down the path. I do not hear the bike rev up, nor does he offer to help me home. It takes me almost an hour to reach the pub. I walk right past it and slip through the gate, only to run into James. The look on his face is wild; he grips my arm and slams me again the wall.
“You filthy little bitch. I knew you were sneaking off. You’re over there with that pirate all the girls talk about, aren’t you?”
“So what if I am?” I snarl.
“You whore,” He roars. “You are mine!”
“No James, I am not yours. In fact, if you want to get technical, you are mine. I can call this wedding off in a split second, and you will get nothing. You have a lover, so do I. If you cannot deal with it, I will tell my parents I refuse to marry you, and you will get nothing. So shut your mouth and accept it, or your little dreams of being king will be over.”
He opens his mouth to argue but shuts it again, knowing damn well I am right. His grip tightens on my arm, and in the distance; I hear the roar of a bike pull up at the pub.
“I have to go, let me go now.”
“I am warning you Jade, a lover is all he better be. If you have any little fantasies of falling in love and running away, I will tie you down and gag you. I will do everything in my power to ensure it never happens. Mark my words.”
I hear footsteps by the wall, and somehow I know Jax is listening.
“Don’t threaten me James; you have been off screwing Celeste for years. Don’t you dare dictate to me, I have the higher power here, and you know it.”
“Did you fuck him?”
“No, I did not.”
“But you’re planning to.” He spits, shoving me hard against the wall. My head slams back, and I scream as it connects with the hard brick.
“You fucking touch her like that again;
I will break your neck
.” Jax growls, stepping through the gate. I forgot to lock it, oops. He lifts his gun and aims it at James.