Mirrored 1 : In Spades (14 page)

He takes the quick route to his house, back roads all the way. There are never any cops out on these dirt, country roads so he doesn’t exactly go the speed limit. We wind up back at his house in no time at all. He comes around to the passenger door and lifts me into his arms with ease.

“You don’t have to carry me! I have two legs you know…” I tell him but I don’t really mean it. I really like being in his arms. I feel safe snuggled against his chest, arms around his neck.

“You look exhausted babe. I don’t mind. “ He carries me all the way up to the door and gently sets me down so he can dig his keys out of his pocket and let us in. He pushes the door open ushers me inside. He hangs both of our keys up on the key ring holder by the door and leads me into his bedroom. Not turning any lights on along the way. I’m surprised I didn’t run into anything but he was the perfect tour guide. He must have some awesome vision to be able to see in the dark. I was blind.

Dax picks me back up and pulls the covers back in his bed.

“Ahh, I do remember this spot.” I cozy up underneath the covers and get comfortable. His bed is genuinely the most comfortable I have ever slept in. It was so soft. If my bed felt like this, I would never get out of it.

“Don’t you want to put your pajamas on? I mean you don’t have to. You could just sleep naked.” He bit his lip and I felt that familiar warmth downstairs.

“Actually, I left my bag in the car. Shit.” I wanted nothing to do with going back out to the car. I was way too comfortable.

“You want me to go grab it?” As sweet as that offer was the only thing I wanted was for him to get into bed.

“No, but thanks for offering. You can be sweet when you want to be.” I sat up and flipped the lamp off that was sitting next to my side of the bed. I know he turned it on with the light switch, but I was hoping killing the lights would hurry him up and get him in this bed.

“Suit yourself babe.” A couple of minutes he slipped into the bed next to me and slid his arms around my waist. I could feel his almost naked body through my thin layer of clothes. On second thought, I was uncomfortable in my work uniform.

“One second.” I whispered and sat up to stand on the side of the bed. I slipped off my pants and shirt, crawling back in to bed in just my panties and bra. Much better.

He went to wrap his arms back around me like he had them before me getting up and instantly stilled, gasping. I quickly turned around to face him, gripping his face in my hands. For a second I thought he was choking or something.

“What’s wrong?” I shouted, worriedly.

His hands lowered down to my hips where the ties of my panties sat.

“Do these panties come off when I untie these strings?” He asked excitedly.

“They are ribbons but yes they do.” He groaned and placed his forehead on my chest.

“The girls are all pushed up in this thing. Fuck.” He muttered to himself.

“I bought a matching pair. They are black with little pink bows. You should see them. I picked them out specifically with you on my mind.”

Daxton jumped up and turned the lamp on so fast I got whiplash. He gazed down hungrily at my now exposed body.

“Holy hell, you are the sexiest woman alive.” Well he was clearly exaggerating but I was thoroughly enjoying him looking like he was about to drool all over me.

I reached my hand up to run my fingers through his hair.

“You think so?” I licked my lips and bit down on the bottom one.

“I fuckin’ know so. I can’t wait to take these things off…. with my teeth.” He fingered the ribbons on the side, sliding his finger from one side to the next underneath the material.

And he did. I loved every minute of it. He explored my body in ways that were unimaginable and I did the same to him. He was my super-human, my Adonis. I slept safely cradled in his arms, where I found peace.

Chapter 10: Meeting Gram

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing and sleepily reached for it. I somehow managed to press the talk button and sleepily said hello.

“Morning Sunshine! How was your night?! Details!” Faith was much like an annoying bird chirping right in my ear drum.

“It’s too early for this shit Faith.” I all but shouted back into the phone and promptly hit end. I set it back on the night stand and snuggled up to Daxton’s warm back. He was still sleeping soundly despite all of the noise. He must be exhausted. I couldn’t help but grin thinking that I wore him out. I had no idea what time it was but it felt like I had only been asleep for a couple of hours and I didn’t want to move out of this bed until it absolutely deemed necessary.

Not even a minute later, when I had finally began drifting back to sleep, my phone went off alerting me that I had a text message.

Faith- “Wow, you’re a grumpy woman in the morn. Just thought I’d let you know. Tripp gave me several mind blowing O’s and we haven’t been to bed yet. Just taking a little ‘catch our breaths’ break. Get some sleep!  :-P “

It’s official, I am going to hurt her the next time we come in contact. I tossed my phone across the room and turned around to find Daxton grinning at me in all of his morning glory. He looked as handsome as ever with thoroughly played with hair and a sleepy but satisfied smile on his face.

“Mornin’ beautiful. Why are you trying to break your phone?” I didn’t have a good answer for that. In fact, I didn’t have an answer at all. I was too busy staring at this god-like creature that lay before me. The blanket had drifted down to his waist, his naked body playing peek-a-boo. I crawled on top of him and kissed him with all that I had this early in the morning.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about. Feel free to do this every morning babe.” He brought his arms around my body and gripped my hips on both sides firmly with his hands.

I couldn’t help but rub myself onto his now rising member, I was dripping wet at this point. The friction I was creating by rubbing myself against him, up and down, was sending my body into frenzy. He continued to grip my hips tighter, surely leaving fingerprint marks. He pulled himself up, nipping at my neck. His tongue snaked out and licked all the way down until my left nipple was in his mouth. I moaned out loud, head falling back. I reached my hand down and grabbed his shaft in my hand. Pulling gently but firmly up and down. He was grunting, eyes fluttering open and closed. It didn’t take long before he came all over my belly. His eyes fluttered open and he kissed my lips with passion. He rolled me over and continued kissing me, reaching down to play. He put two fingers inside me while his thumb rubbed my clit. It didn’t take me long at all before I was following him in suit, crying out his name and falling apart underneath him. We didn’t need to have sex to get off. The foreplay was just as hot. We took a shower, cleaning each other off. He was very thorough and loving while soaping up my body, paying special attention to his favorite parts. We showered silently but we spoke volumes without saying any words. It was perfect. When we were getting out and drying off, I noticed my toothbrush in the holder next to his and my makeup case sitting on the counter. Daxton must have brought my bag in while I was asleep. I had no idea when he had done it, I thought we fell asleep at the same time. I searched the room and found my bag and purse sitting in his arm chair. I ran over and grabbed them, Daxton already lying back in bed, still gloriously naked. He had his hands tucked behind his head.

“Go ahead and run around again. The girls like bouncing up and down and I happen to like it too.” He smirked while I put my hands over my parts to try and cover them, suddenly feeling shy.

I rushed into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I found what I was looking for in my purse and slipped it over my head. I also grabbed my champion shorts out of my bag and zipped it back up. I slowly opened the door and placed my hands on my hips. I did my best rendition of a model walking the runway, even doing the turn around and striking a pose. Daxton cat called and sat up on his hands and knees.

“Is that…My face on your tits?” He asked, genuinely surprised.

“Nah, it’s my other hot boyfriend.” I replied. He jumped from the bed and scooped me up into his arms.

“You’re mine Woman. And that…that’s definitely me. I would recognize those bedroom eyes anywhere.” I laughed out loud. Ever the modest one he was.

He never let me down, carrying us downstairs, STILL wearing his birthday suit. After perching me on the stool at his breakfast bar and getting me a gigantic glass of orange juice, he ran back upstairs to throw some sweats on still foregoing a shirt. I didn’t mind one bit. His yummy tummy made my pulse race. He made me Mickey Mouse pancakes with whip cream and strawberries on top. I couldn’t help but think about how much Abby would enjoy these. I would have to make a request for him to make them at some point. The pancakes were delicious. I was bursting at the seams. I helped Daxton wash up the dishes and ran back upstairs to grab my phone while he lounged on the couch. It was now 11 in the morning and still no call from Christina. I dialed her number and anxiously waited for her to pick up.

“Hey Ava. Did you have a good night at work?” She asked, sounding tired.

“It was pretty great. Lots of tips. Very busy night. How’s Ab?” I asked her.

“She’s doing fine. She’s right here, eating captain crunch and watching cartoons. Want to talk to her?” she responded.

“Yes please. Put her on the phone.”

“Hiiiiii mommy. You sweep good?” She asked me, happily crunching on her cereal.

“I slept very good baby. How are you this morning? Mommy misses you. Are you having fun at Christina’s playing with the other kids?”

“I havin lotsss of fun Mommy. Can I stay til’ later? I wanna go to chuck-e-cheesers wiff the other kids..Pweeeease Mommy?” I could almost see her puppy dog face through the phone. How could I resist?

“Sure baby. But you better be good for Christina. I love you verrrrry much. Put Christina back on the phone for Mommy.”

“Otay Mommy. Thank you, thank you, and thank you. I wuv you toooo.” She handed the phone over to Christina.

“Hey. I overheard your conversation and before you ask, it is fine that Abby comes with us. I was actually hoping to get a chance to ask you myself. So I hope it’s okay with you. I’ll bring her home later, probably around seven?” Christina asked.

“Yeah, that sounds great. Thank you so much Christina. She sounds like she is having a blast. Give her a hug and a kiss for me and call me if you need me to come get her or if anything happens.”

“Everything will be great Ava. Don’t worry. I’ll see you at seven.” We exchanged goodbyes and I hung up the phone, staring down at it, blank screen.

I was enjoying spending the time with Daxton but I really missed Abby. I hated being away from her for this long but I knew she was having a good time and I had no good reason to tell her no other than me simply missing her. She needed to go out and experience the world and build relationships with people other than me. I knew that but it was still hard letting go. I went back downstairs and plopped myself at Daxton’s feet.

“What’s wrong babe?” He asked, his brow furrowing.

“I just miss Ab. I have never been away from her for this long before.” I sighed.

“Can I ask you a question babe?” he sat up and sat next to me, turning the television volume down.

“Sure, ask away.” I told him.

“What happened to your mom and dad? You never really talk about it and I don’t want to pry…I just want to get to know you better. I care about the both of you. You and Abby both mean a lot to me and I would never let anyone hurt either of you. I want to know about your past, I want to take part in your present and I want to be your future.” He stroked my cheek with his back of his first two fingers gently, staring into my eyes reassuringly.

“They…well…They’re…dead.” I finally sputtered out and tears came rolling out. Daxton wiped them away with his hands and held me close. I began speaking again, willing the painful memories to leave me and let the new pleasant ones take their places.

“My dad…he wasn’t always a bad man. He used to love me, way back when. The more he drank, the meaner he got and the more of a disappointment I became. He never wanted me. My mother and he weren’t married when I was born and she didn’t give me his last name. It wasn’t out of resentment or hatred. She loved my father whole heartedly. But he was in the air force and their relationship started as a fling. When she got pregnant, he got distracted and injured while training and received honorable discharge from the Air Force with no benefits since he hadn’t been in long enough to really make a living. He kept a couple of steady jobs after I was born and tried to provide for us but without much of an education and the economy being the way it was, he just couldn’t hold down anything. Becoming frustrated and angry at the world, he began drinking like a fish and took all of his anger out on my mother and especially me. Blaming everything that he had lost on my birth. He began to…” I had to stop and take a deep breath, pushing the tears away with my hand.

Daxton held me firmly not saying a word, probably afraid of what was going to come out of my mouth next. I’m sure he had bitten off more than he could chew with this question and never expected the words to tumble out of my mouth. He was probably just being nice, asking questions, making conversation and here I was spilling my guts.

I looked up at him, unsure if I should continue. Unsure if I wanted to continue. Unsure if I even could continue without being reduced to a puddle of tears, soaking into the floor. My heart was breaking but I knew I needed to let him in. I wanted to know more about him as well and by opening the doors to my past and showing him I could be courageous, I hoped it would open the doors to his past also. I could tell by the glimmer in his eyes, just a hint of a tear trying to escape, that he was hiding some dark memories down deep just as I was. I wanted to replace them all with the good memories we were sharing and continue to build more. So, I decided to continue.