Fighting Temptation (Men Of Honor) (49 page)

Jaxson chuckles, “I love you Julia,” he whispers in my ear.

I smile as warmth spreads through my body. I will never tire of him saying those words. “I love you too.”

He brings his hands to the back of my head and unties the blindfold. I blink a few times while my eyes adjust to the fall of night. Then I take a moment to absorb what’s in front of me. I know my heart understands it before my brain because tears immediately stream down my face.

In front of me is a massive tree that’s been buried into my front lawn. Strings of white lights decorate it, making it look beautiful and romantic. But my favorite part of it all, and that has my heart flooding with warmth, is the hand-made wooden swing that’s attached to it.

I bring a shaky hand to my heart, “I can’t believe you remembered this,” I choke out.

I feel him beside me, watching me, but I can’t seem to take my eyes off of the beautiful tree.

“I remember every word you have ever breathed Julia.”

His admission pulls me out of my state and I look over at him to see he’s completely serious. “I can’t believe you did this for our baby.”

He doesn’t say anything he just smiles, takes my hand and leads me over to the swing. Grabbing the rope that’s on either side of me, lit with white lights, I sit down.

Jaxson comes to kneel before me, “I did this for you, when our baby gets old enough then I will push them too, every night after supper.”

I laugh but it turns into a sob. Closing my eyes I bury my face in my hands again, feeling overwhelmed with all the emotions coursing through me. I feel Jaxson shift around then he’s grabbing one of my hands and pulling it from my face. “Look at me baby.”

I open my eyes then gasp in surprise, “Oh my god, are you serious?” I say on another sob.

Jaxson smiles, holding up a beautiful square cut diamond ring, “Julia…”

“Yes!” I cut him off before he can finish. He laughs. “Okay sorry, continue,” I say trying to reign in my excitement.

“Julia, marry me.”

“You’re supposed to ask, not demand it,” I laugh through my tears.

“You know me better than that Jules. I’m someone who demands, not asks. But, if you say yes, I promise to love you forever and push you on this swing every night for the rest of your life.”

I smile, “You’re right I do know you better and I like you bossy. So shove that beautiful shiny rock on my finger then come over here and kiss me.”

“Now look who’s bossy,” he says with a smile sliding the ring on my finger. Then he leans in giving me the most delicious kiss. A kiss that has me craving more, one that has me craving all of him.

He pulls back breathing heavily and rests his forehead against mine, “I’ll take good care of you and the baby Jules. I promise to be what you guys deserve.”

Tears flood my eyes again, “You already are Jaxson, you always have been.” Grabbing his hand I stand us up, “Swing with me,” I say turning us around. Our gazes stay locked while he sits on the swing and I come down to straddle him, his erection hitting me where I crave him most. Jaxson groans, his eyes turning to fire, and he grips my bare hips where my dress has ridden up. He looks pained as he restrains himself.

“How on earth did you get this tree here and buried?” I ask as Jaxson starts swinging us. I reach up high grabbing the ropes on either side of his head my eyes never leaving his.

“The guys helped me; it was Kayla’s idea for the lights and I have to say it was a good one.”

I giggle, “Yes it was.” My smile quickly dies as I look into his ice blue eyes that are warm with need and fierce with restraint. Reaching up I cup his jaw, “I miss you Jaxson,” I say sadly, knowing we need to have this conversation.

He looks at me a little confused, “I’m right here baby, I haven’t left and I’m not going to.”

I shake my head, “You’re holding back, you’re not giving me all of who you are.”

Realization dawns in his eyes at what I’m saying. He shakes his head regretfully, “Jules…”

“I need you Jaxson,” I choke out thickly, “I need all of you, because you’re the only one who can make me forget. I don’t want him between us, I, I don’t want to feel his touch.” Jaxson’s jaw clenches and rage burns in his gaze while hot tears fall from mine, “He was the last to touch me and I hate him. I hate that I can still feel it. Make me forget, make me…” That was the last I got out before he crashed his lips to mine. His taste and scent flooding my senses, giving me exactly what I need. Moaning, I thread my fingers in his hair and hold him to me, not wanting him to ever stop. I start grinding down on his erection. Growling, his hands slip to my ass to help my rhythm.

He rips his mouth from mine and starts trailing his warm lips along my neck. “You’re mine baby. Feel me. This is the only touch you’re going to feel for the rest of your life.”

His possessive words has me aching with need, “Yes, only yours.” I grab the back of his shirt and he moves back so we can pull it over his head. I run my hands all over his hot naked skin, loving the way his muscles ripple and flex under my touch.

Grabbing the straps of my dress he pulls them down until my dress is bunched at my waist. Thanks to the built in bra I’m completely bared to him. The warm night breeze breaks goosebumps across my over-heated skin.

Jaxson’s jaw clenches and rage fills his eyes again. Looking down I see him looking at the faded finger bruises that mark my breasts.

I grab his face in my hands forcing his furious gaze to mine, “Don’t let him come between us. Erase them with your touch.”

He is breathing heavily- half with desire, the other half rage. “Please Jax, make me forget,” I plead.

He lets out a deep breath and buries his face in my chest. “I’ll never let anyone touch you or hurt you again Julia, I fucking swear it. I’ll kill anyone who even dares to try.” I know he’s serious and would do exactly that.

Soon he’s running his lips across the bruises, then tonguing and sucking my nipples with his hot, wet mouth. I grab on to his shoulders and arch into his mouth and hands while he does exactly what I need him to: erase Wyatt’s touch. He grazes my nipple with his teeth, the sensation shooting straight to my clit.

Whimpering I grind against his erection, “Jaxson I need you inside me, I need to feel all of you.”

“Fuck yes,” he growls out.

Grabbing onto the ropes on either side of me now I pull myself up while Jaxson fumbles to undo his pants. He pulls them open just enough to free his smooth hard cock. His hands quickly span my hips then he’s shredding my soft yellow panties from my body.

I moan when he runs his fingers through my wet slit, grazing my swollen clit that aches for more pressure, “Always so fucking wet and ready for me Julia.”

He grabs his cock and runs it where his fingers just were, coating it with my lube. I whimper when he hits my clit again, “Please Jaxson, now!”

Placing his cock at my entrance he grabs my hips to slowly lower me onto him but I fight against his grip and slam myself down. Crying out at the ecstasy of him being buried so deep inside of me.

“Jesus Christ!” Jaxson grips my hips almost to the point of pain; again I can feel his restraint.

“Don’t you dare hold back, please,” I plead.

“Baby, you just got out of the hospital. I don’t want to hurt you even more.” Every word is through clenched teeth as he holds back.

“I swear you won’t, I’ll tell you to stop if you do. Just please Jaxson, fuck me.”

“Fuck!” And with that I can feel the intensity that he had been trying to hold back be released, and he fucks me with hard, fast strokes. I grip higher onto the ropes and try to keep pace. At one point our rhythm is so in sync I don’t know who is driving it.

“Oh god, don’t stop, please don’t ever stop,” I plead, wanting this feeling to never end.

Jaxson growls, “Never baby, I’m never going to stop. I’m going to fuck you for the rest of my life, sometimes it’s going to be hard and slow, other times it will be fast and desperate but it will always ever be me Julia, because you’re mine.

“Yes, yours forever.” I grind against him harder.

Jaxson groans, “That’s right baby, fuck you feel so damn good.” He leans in sucking a nipple into his mouth, one hand on my hip guiding me, while his other hand moves to my clit.

I cry out when he gives it the attention it desperately craves, swirling and flicking the swollen nub. My impending orgasm begins to build. “That’s it baby, I can feel how close you are. Give me what I want Julia. Let me feel your sweet hot pussy contract around my cock.”

His rough erotic words send me over the edge, my head falls back on a cry, my gaze going to the now dark night sky that’s filled with stars, the bright spots blurring from the strength of my orgasm.

When I feel every last bit of pleasure leave my body I bring my head forward again and collide with Jaxson’s fierce gaze from watching me. He still moves inside of me but our rhythm has slowed. His eyes are filled with fire but also tenderness, “You’re the most fucking beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on. I thank fuck every day for you walking into my shit life and making it so much better. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me Julia.”

Without breaking rhythm I wrap my arms around his neck and bring us chest to chest, our hot sticky skin melding together, our hearts beating against one another.

I give him a gentle kiss by the corner of his eye, “You’re the very best thing that has ever happened to me too. And I promise Jaxson you’re safe with me, I will never leave you.” He swallows thickly, his eyes burning bright with too many emotions to name.

He groans when I start picking up my pace again. Threading my fingers tightly in his hair I bring my mouth to his ear as I continue a faster pace, “Now let go,” I whisper the words just before I lean down and bite his shoulder.

“Fuck!” Feeling his cock begin to pulse I keep my pace while his semen spills inside of me.

Dropping down, I wrap my arms around his neck and we hold each other while we catch our breaths and let our heart beats slow to normal.

“I have to say Jules, I did not intend this swing for what we just did, but I’m sure as fuck glad we will both be able to enjoy it.”

“I love the swing,” I giggle and give him a quick peck on his sexy mouth before resting my forehead on his. “Thank you for the ring and thank you for being you.”

He smirks, “Thank you for agreeing to my demand to marry me.”

I smile, “Well I thought I should give in, that tattoo on your back kinda ruins you for anyone else,” I tease.

He doesn’t laugh, instead his face becomes serious as he raises his hand to cup my cheek, “Every other woman was ruined for me the moment I laid eyes on you. You have always been mine Julia and you always will be. I love you.”

I swallow thickly while tears spring in my eyes, “I love you Jaxson, forever.”

Nine months later…

“No fucking way baby, I will not wear pink at our wedding,” Cooper says heatedly to Kayla.

I look over at Jaxson and smile at his panicked expression, “I’m with Coop, I don’t want pink.”

The four of us are sitting in my kitchen having dinner, talking over Kayla and Cooper’s wedding, clearly they are still having issues about colors.

“Oh stop being ridiculous! You guys act like I’m asking you to wear a pink suit, it’s a tie for crying out loud.”

“I don’t give a shit Kayla, I’m not a pink kinda guy. There’s a thousand other colors out there, can’t you pick something else?” Cooper asks getting more and more frustrated by the minute.

Kayla shrugs, “Okay fine, purple.”

“For fuck-sakes.”

I burst out giggling at Coop’s signature move when he pinches the bridge of his nose from stress.

As excited as I am for Kayla and Cooper’s big day, because it is going to be one amazing wedding, this wedding planning business can be stressful. I am so thankful Jaxson and I did what we did.

Smiling I look down at my wedding band. I knew we wouldn’t have a big wedding. Jaxson is a private person and isn’t one for being the center of attention, which was alright with me. Plus we both didn’t want to wait that long with wedding plans.

To me we had the perfect wedding for the two of us. One month after he proposed we had a small ceremony at the very same spot where I fell completely in love with Jaxson… our spot. It was only close friends and family; it was beautiful, intimate and perfect. The beach was dotted with a thousand glowing tiki torches and further highlighted by the full moon and twinkling stars. We danced the night away in the warm sand with the cool ocean breeze on our faces. We thought about going on a honeymoon but decided not to. We were too nervous to be away from my doctor, just in case. So instead, the next night, Jaxson planned a romantic night under the stars at the light-house he took me to. It was perfect.

“Fuck, fine! We will wear pink fucking ties, but that’s it. I mean it Kayla, don’t push pink on us anywhere else.”

“Thank you baby,” Kayla says kissing Cooper.

“Shit!” Jaxson drops his head in his hands, defeated.

I smile, “I think you guys are going to look incredibly sexy.”

Cooper grunts, “More like fucking pretty.”