Marked. Part I: The missing Link (14 page)

One of Jay's hands entangles in my hair as he jerks and erupts into my mouth. I never liked this part before, but tasting Jay on my tongue has me thirsty for all of it and when he's done I lick him clean.

Jay drops to the ground and envelops me in his arms, trailing kisses along my neck. “God Lily, your mouth...those lips...thank you.” He kisses me in a way that lets me know how much I pleased him, and how grateful he is. I never knew so much could be conveyed with kisses, but somehow Jay and I have a way of communicating this far better than if words were exchanged.

“
Thank you, Lily,” he gives me one last peck and falls back onto the carpet, taking me with him, cradling me in his arms. I rest my head on his chest and I make figure eights around his pecs with my finger.

“
You're really sexy,” I tell Jay as my eyes travel down, admiring every aspect of his naked body.

“
I can't believe I just fucking blushed at that,” he quietly laughs and I love hearing it rumble inside his chest. I lift my head up to find him staring at the ceiling, a happy, sedated smile on his face, and I start kissing my way up, wanting to have his lips on mine.

We start passionately moving our mouths together and Jay groans, “Lily, go get the movie.”

I hold back the desire to giggle as I feel him harden against my thigh.

“
You sure that's what you want?” I begin to suck on his bottom lip.

“
It's not at all what I want, but after what you just did to me, I know I'll be a ruined man once I know what it's like to be inside you. You've already ruined any future blowjobs for me.”

“
I'm sure I can do better next time.” This time I do giggle when I feel it go completely stiff. “I didn't know guys could get hard again that quickly after finishing.” I wish I hadn't said that, it shows him more of how inexperienced and naïve I am.

“
It's you, Lily. Your smile gets it hard. It's fucking embarrassing.”

“
When was the first time I got you hard?” I ask, cuddling back into his arms.

Jay chuckles, “No way am I telling you that.”

“You either talk or we'll have to find another way to communicate,” my hand starts trailing downwards. He grips my wrist, brings it to his mouth, and kisses my palm before holding it on his chest.

“
Fine. It was a couple weeks before Christmas. I was getting in my truck to go to work when I spot the sexiest ass in existence bending into the trunk of a car in your driveway. I instantly get hard with perverse thoughts of what I want to do to it.”

“
Why didn't you want to tell me that? I like knowing you think I have 'the sexiest ass in existence'.” My smile is huge from this tidbit of information. Jay likes my ass? Hell yes!

“
Because when I saw you at my door Christmas day I knew it was you, even though I hadn't seen your face, and I was instantly hard again. I stayed hard even when you were clearly terrified of me. Kinda fucked up.”

I scoot up so I'm over him and our faces can be close, “I'm sorry I reacted poorly the first time we met.”

Jay grabs my face in his hands, “Stop with all the apologies. I can be a scary bastard. I know this, it doesn't bother me. In fact, it comes in handy.”

I peck his lips and his hands grab my ass. His body stiffens.

I give him another kiss, “What?”

“
I forgot you're not wearing underwear.”

I notice that I’m bare on his stomach, if I moved lower by a notch I'd have him in–

“Don't even think about it, Lily,” Jay plucks me off him like I weigh nothing. He gets up to grab his flannel pajama bottoms and throws them at me. Damn, he reads me too easily. “Put those on and go get the movie,” he growls at me, but it's not scary, it's more of a sexually frustrated growl, and I grin.

Jay opens his door, “Movie. Now.”

I wiggle into the pants and when I stand they fall down.

Jay walks over and lifts them up, “Hold on to the sides.” I obey and he pushes me out the door.

I have to waddle home to keep from tripping on the size and length of his pants. If I wasn't so blissfully happy right now I know I'd be self-conscious with how goofy I must look, and I can guarantee Jay's watching me.

Once inside, I head to the living room and come to a halt when it's filled with my brothers and their friends playing video games. All seven heads snap in my direction, and my brothers' eyes widen from the sight of me.

“Did you just come in the front door?” Seth suspiciously asks.

I blush, “Thought I heard someone knock. Why aren't you with Dad? Wasn't he taking you and Cody to that custom board shop today?”

“Had to cancel, he got food poising.” He nods at me, “What's with the huge clothes and crazy gnarled hair?”

I put my hand to my head and feel the rats nest. Note to self: When you wake up in the morning and use the bathroom after your boyfriend had you squirming in ecstasy most of the night, look in the mirror and fix your goddamn hair!

“Behind on laundry, found this in the back of mom's closet, must have been Dad's.” It's obvious my brother doesn't believe me, but bless him for not pushing it. Our parents have been divorced for eleven years; I doubt she has any of Dad's stuff anymore and I'm sure Seth knows it. They all concentrate back on their game. “Um, can you get me The Goonies?”

Seth gets up and grabs the DVD off our bookshelf and chucks it at me. I catch it with both hands. I flush a very deep shade of red from head to toe because I let go of Jay's pants to do it and now they are on the floor. Thank God I'm swimming in his shirt and nothing of importance is exposed. I pull them back up and waddle away before I humiliate myself any further. When I reach the front door I pause because they will hear me leaving.

“Don't worry sis, I'm not going to tell mom you're sleeping with the neighbor.”

I jump and let out a small yelp.

“Jesus Seth! You scared the shit out of me!” I yell, turning around, “Wait, how do you know that's where I'm going?”

“
I'm thirteen; I'm more observant than you think. I know you're not going for a “run” during the day for hours at a time; you get cramps from exerting yourself down the hall,” I stick my tongue out at him but he's honestly not too far off from the truth. “And I saw you leave this morning to his house, arms full of all the stuff you use to bake pie, and in a shirt only a man the size of our neighbor would wear. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out. You two better save me a big slice for my silence.”

I give a curt nod, “Done,” and open the door to head out.

“Hey, sis?”

I stop the door from fully closing, “Yeah?”

“It's nice to see you looking so happy...and you might want to invest in a comb.”

I laugh, closing the door, and penguin it back to Jay's, beaming at how sweet my brother can be. As far as younger siblings go, I got damn lucky.

Jay whips open the door, yanks me inside, slams it shut, and pins me against it. He forces my hands above my head and holds them there. My bottoms drop to the floor and he uses his foot it scoot them to the side as I step out of them. His lips smash against mine and his thigh rubs against my most sensitive parts. I groan, moan, whimper, and pant all at once. It's kind of annoying how easily my body responds to him, how worked up I am, and it hasn't even been thirty seconds since he pounced on me.

He works his fiendish tongue with mine and I stop caring how easily he excites me. I stop caring about everything, concentrating on the intense pleasures he produces from my body.

The heat between my thighs grows to an ache and I turn away from his kiss, panting, “You can't say no to sex and then kiss me like that, it's cruel.”

“
Quit being ridiculously cute and tempting me then,” he shoots back, smiling widely at me so my heart skips a beat. You don't even notice he has scars marking his face when he fully smiles, just his beauty.

Jay drops my arms and backs away. I'm bummed to see him fully clothed and not naked the way I left him.

I pout, “You changed.”

Jay chuckles, “I thought you would have too.”

Damn, that would have been a smart idea, “I was too anxious to get back to you I didn't think of it.”

His smile gets bigger and I melt to the floor.

Get a hold of yourself, Lily.
He's not the first attractive guy to smile at you.

But somehow Jay affects me more strongly than I ever thought possible.

I scramble back up, “I'm going to go use the bathroom and put on the clothes I wore over here last night.”

I walk past him and he takes hold of my waist, backing me against him. He nuzzles my neck, “I'll get the movie started.”

The movie!

I break free and scan the room for it. I zero in on it laying next to the side of the door.

Phew!

The Goonies is
not
a movie you want to lose.

Jay gets it and examines the cover, “The Goonies?”

I nod over-enthusiastically, “Yeah, it's a family favorite. Have you seen it?”

He scratches his scruff, “Don't think so.”

I squeal with excitement at getting to experience the movie with a first-timer and hurry to Jay's bathroom.

I gasp when I see my reflection above the sink. My hair looks worse than I thought. It's bedhead at it's ugliest, looking windblown and teased to death.

Holy hell, and I've been around Jay looking like this. At least my skin is glowing and my cheeks are rosy with happiness. In fact – I take a closer inspection – I've never looked better (if I ignore the hair). I know it's partly Jay, but mostly it's that I feel lighter than I have in years, with no one controlling my every move but me. It feels damn good.

My hair refuses to smooth out, and Jay doesn't own a comb because he hardly has hair on his head. I head to the kitchen in search of a rubber-band to tie it back with.

“Can I help you find something?” He asks from the couch as I rummage through the drawers.

“
Rubber...” I open a drawer that contains a Magnum, throwing stars and knife, and what appears to be a boomerang.

“
Shut the drawer and ignore it,” Jay firmly commands.

“
Is that a boomerang?” My eyes are wide as I take in what I'm seeing. It's not like the wooden ones I've seen in movies. This one is made of metal and has an inscription scrawled on it:
I hope to find out how well you use it – Dragoni
.

The drawer bangs shut, rattling it's contents and the surrounding drawers.

“I said ignore it,” Jay grinds out behind me as the angry heat radiating off him starts to cloud around us, causing my hairs to stick up.

I've become immobile, paralyzed in fear, and hurt that we're back to him frightening me.

“It's for your own protection,” he crossly explains. I'm not sure why, but this royally pisses me off.

I spin around. “Fuck you,” I practically spit the words out on him as my blood begins to boil.

Jay snarls his upper lip and does one quick swipe across his head with his hand, “What's in that drawer is not something you need to know about.”

I push him and it must have taken him off guard because he sways for a second. “Stop getting mad at me when I ask a question you don't want to answer. You don't want me knowing you and your stupid secrets? Fine, but stop being a fucking jackass about it!” I'm seething now, tired of his crazy mood-swings, “Be caring, kind Jay, or dark, scary neighbor. This back and forth shit is getting old, and I'm tired of losing myself in you only to have you bite back.”

He seems to be getting just as irritated, “If you're telling me I need to choose which one to be, I'll have to go with option number two because that's closer to who I really am.”

“
Bullshit!” I cry stepping closer to him, fists balling up.

“
You plan on using those guns on me?” He smirks and points to my fists.

I raise one up, “Don't tempt me mister.”

“Why is it the tiny ones who get the most feisty?” He's still smirking, eyes twinkling in amusement.

I sock him in the shoulder. Shooting pain goes down my arm and he doesn't so much as flinch, but he does start laughing, which only irritates me further.

Jay grabs my hand and moves my thumb, wrapping it across the bottom of my curled fingers, “Hit with it like this, making sure to hold your fist tight, and hit with your knuckles, not the flats of your fingers. Also, make sure your arm stays level with your shoulder, making it come out straight, and go for the stomach.” He has me show him the movement, “Okay, try hitting me again.”

I shake my head, “No way, I'll hurt you.”

He rolls his head back and laughs, “Trust me babe, you won't hurt me.”

Ooh, his obvious entertainment over the thought that I could actually cause him pain has me hopping mad!

I take a deep breath and punch him in the gut.

Jay rubs the spot I hit. He looks impressed, and quite pleased, “I actually felt a little of that. Good job, shorty!” He then has the nerve to pat my motherfucking head like I'm a damn child!