Chapter 10
Holly
This is unbelievable. Just our luck. How?! How does this kind of shit happen to me? The backup ride, the motorcycle, the rain, now this? One hotel room? One freaking bed? At least it’s a king. That’s the only good thing.
Jaxon pushes into the room, his eyes taking in the one bed before flicking to mine.
He presses his lips together, clearly thinking before blurting some smartass comment.
He must see that I’m trying to play this cool.
How am I supposed to lay next to this Adonis of a man and keep my hands to myself, especially knowing the way his lips taste and knowing that he feels the exact same way?
I’ve been fighting this attraction, but I’m only human, and I don’t know if I can do it.
Damn. I’m going to have to sleep laying on my hands.
“Hey, you’re safe with me,” he says, seeing the mini freak out my brain is having.
Oh, but buddy, you might not be safe with me.
“I trust you.”
“Okay, good. The look in your eyes had me worried for a sec. I will totally sleep on the floor if you are absolutely against sharing that bed with me.”
“No, that’s absurd. But I am stealing the first shower. I feel disgusting.”
“Ladies first. I did manage to score the last water, a few sodas, and a couple of the good snacks. I’ll start browsing for a movie for us.”
“Okay, yeah, cool,” I reply, mentally smacking myself for sounding so…so, gah, weird. Go get your ass in the shower.
“Enjoy the hot water. Save just a little for me though, please.”
“Oh, if you insist,” I tease back as I walk into the bathroom and shut the door.
Not thinking at all about other ways water could be conserved.
I don’t bother to lock it because I do trust him that way.
Heart-wise? To be determined. Plus, what if my clumsy ass falls?
I rush through the shower, deciding to leave him more than a little hot water.
Though it does feel fucking fantastic running over my muscles after all that cold rain seeped into my bones.
Thankfully, I shaved this morning, so I’m not completely prickly if our legs happen to rub up against each other.
My head snaps forward out of the water. Oh shit, what if our legs rub up against each other?
Chill the fuck out. That might be the least of it.
It’s only eight o’clock. Too early for sleep.
If I hate the movie, I guess I can still read. I have plenty of books on my phone.
I brush my teeth and call it a day. The man’s already seen me looking like something the cat dragged in, so it obviously can’t get any worse. Oh…but it can. I didn’t pack any pajamas in the small bag. Just a change of clothes in case of emergency.
“Jaxon…” I draw out as I step into the room in my towel. He sits up quickly in the chair and runs his hand across his mouth after a sip of soda, his eyes scanning me from head to toe like he’s expecting something to be wrong.
“What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t pack pajamas in this bag. You don’t by chance have an extra shirt or something you wouldn’t mind me sleeping in?”
He shakes his head and huffs out a little, breathy laugh of relief as his shoulders relax.
“You seriously sounded upset. Yes, I have extra shirts.”
Jaxon stands from the chair, having chosen it versus getting the bed wet from his rain-soaked clothes, and walks over to his things. He pulls out a plain white tee and hands it over to me.
“Thanks.”
I quickly retreat into the bathroom and slip the shirt on.
It even smells like him. When I step back out, he’s already stripped his shirt off, and damn those jeans are slung low.
I gulp, staring at his cut lines disappearing into the wet pants.
Wet pants. He’s got to be dying to get out of them.
I clear my throat and move over for him to pass through. He slows as he walks past.
“That looks much better on you than it does on me.” I look over my shoulder to watch his eyes checking out the view of me in his shirt from the back.
It barely passes my ass, so I’m going to have to make sure I don’t let it ride up.
His eyes flick to mine for a few seconds, and I feel the temperature in the room rise hotter than my flipping shower just was.
I see the corner of his lips tug as if he’s fighting back a smile before he disappears behind the door.
The shower kicks back on, and I force myself to get comfy on the bed and put lotion on my legs before he comes back out.
I start flipping through the movies playing and see Twister is on.
It’s one of my faves, and it just started.
Hot diggity dog. I’m finishing up slathering on my vanilla lotion when he steps out of the bathroom.
Damn, he was quick, and double damn, he’s only in his boxer briefs.
“Would you prefer I wear a shirt to bed?”
Absolutely not.
“No, you’re fine.”
He smirks at my comment.
“I mean, it’s fine.”
“What are we watching?” He grabs the snacks and the sodas, bringing them over to crawl in bed next to me. I inhale his freshly washed skin while trying not to look weird about it. It's so good. “Ooh, Twister. I love this movie.”
“Right?”
Holding up the two different sodas, he lets me choose.
He puts the snacks in the middle, refusing to take first pick.
I snag the cheese crackers and a chocolate bar.
We munch in what's mostly silence as we watch and chuckle along with the scenes Melissa, the therapist, gets calls from Julie.
When thunder cracks outside our window and makes the lamp next to his side of the bed flicker, I squeal, and Jaxon reaches out and grabs my very naked thigh.
“Just thunder…” he says as the sirens go off on the TV, the tornado about ready to rip through the drive-in theatre screen.
But he’s not looking at me. He’s looking at his hand, mostly strangled between my thighs.
His thumb grazes the skin lightly, and I can see him warring with the idea that he should pull away. I don’t want him to pull away either.
“Your skin is so soft,” he mutters, transfixed by the motion of his thumb. Somehow, I’m just noticing how close he is. I practically jumped on top of him. I gulp, not knowing what to say in return.
“Must be my lotion,” I answer stupidly. Another peal of thunder sounds, and the lights and TV go out.
“Oh hell,” he mutters. The lights and show flick back on.
“You can go ahead and leave the light off. Feels more spooky.”
Jaxon smirks and stands, going over to put the chain on the door and make sure it’s locked.
“You think you can handle ‘more spooky’?” he asks as he moves the snacks and drinks to the nightstand.
Flicking off the lamp, he climbs under the covers, lifting them so I can crawl under too.
We’re in the middle, and I feel his pinky rubbing up against mine.
The tension is back in the air, and I try to break it.
“Are we watching a scary movie next?”
“I’m game if you are.”
“We’ll have to see what there is after this.”
“Deal.”
“In spite of all the rain, this was kind of fun.”
“I told you, it was an adventure.”
“Hmm…” I answer thoughtfully, not moving my hand when his pinky wraps around mine. He's watching the TV, but he doesn't look like he's actually paying any attention.
“You smell like fucking cupcakes,” he mutters, and I stifle my laugh between pressed lips.
“It’s my lotion.”
“Hmm…” Jaxon mimics me. By the time the movie ends, we’ve scrunched up our pillows behind us, and our thighs keep grazing each other. “Give me that remote so I can find something creepy.”
A few minutes later, as I’m flicking through my library app, he’s found his winner. “Okay, phone down. This will do nicely.”
I look up, and he’s turned on The Conjuring. Oh crap. I’m going to be in his lap before this is over. I gulp, and he smiles victoriously.
“Do I need to turn the lamp back on?”
“No, but the storms better not choose a scary moment to fuck up the electricity again.” Jaxon's throaty chuckle warms me as he wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me into his side.
“I won’t let the ghosts get you.”
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Jaxon
Fucking cupcakes. It’s all I can concentrate on, outside of floral shampoo.
Vanilla, flowers, and Holly. It’s addicting, and I’m dying.
I’m sort of glad she hasn’t climbed me like a tree yet, because I’ve been fighting a hard-on from hell for the last twenty minutes.
It’s early in the movie though. She jumps every time the thunder claps outside, but if she ends up in my lap, she’s going to get one hell of a surprise.
I had to put my arm around her shoulders to keep my hand from finding its way back onto her thigh, where it really wants to be.
“Want your drink?” I ask, reaching for mine.
“Yeah, sure, thanks.”
I smirk at the nervousness in her voice. Me or the movie? I clear my throat.
“So, um, question.”
“Hit me.”
“Who’d she end up choosing in that book?”
“That’s random. You’re going to have to be a little more specific. I read a lot of books.” Holly looks up at me, handing her drink back over. She looks damn good snuggled up against me in my shirt.
“The one you let me listen to in the wine aisle.”
“Oh, that one…” she bites the corner of her lip, and fuck, I want to kiss her. It’s been so long. “Um, she doesn’t choose.”
“What do you mean? Who does she end up with?”
“All of them. It was a why choose romance.”
I squinch my brows together as I come to grips with what I’m hearing.
“So, she’s with both of them?”
“Yes.”
“At the same time?”
“Sometimes just them, sometimes with all four.”
I about spit out my drink, and she giggles.
“How does that work?”
“It gets very detailed.”
“And shadow daddy can make extras of himself...”
“Just one of the perks.”
“Shit…” I draw out, laying my head back against the headboard. “Is that something you want?”
“No, just something fun to read. One’s enough for me.”
I must’ve been tense because my muscles relax, and she sighs like she’s tickled pink that I was all wound up about it.
The part of the movie where the sheets get ripped off the girl in her bed happens, and Holly shrieks, burrowing into my chest and throwing her leg over mine.
I freaking love it, but she’s awfully close to reawakening my cock.
I burrow my nose in her hair as my shoulders shake with laughter.
Lightning flashes bright behind the curtains, thunder booms loud, and the TV goes dark.
She shrieks again, clutching at me like I’m all she’ll ever need.
“Holy fucking balls, that’s not cool. I knew it. I knew it was going to happen.”
I’m all but cackling as she clings to me, totally eating this shit up. She’s got her arm slung over my chest now too. My hand climbs up the outside of her thigh. It’s firm, and I yearn to squeeze it. Annnnd there it is. Hi, cock.
“Is it too creepy now?” I whisper into her hair, savoring the moment of having her in my arms.
“I really just want the TV to come back on. Do not be surprised if I koala bear your body at some point tonight.”
“I fully welcome the idea of your body wrapped around mine.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“I’m a man.”
“Yes, that computes.”
I chuckle again as the TV flickers back to life. Her knee shifts and nudges my cock, and we both take in a quick breath.
“Um, I’m sorry, there’s not much I can do about that with you tangled around me, practically naked in just my shirt. I didn’t feel any bra straps on your shoulder.”
“You’d be correct,” she whispers, looking up at me slowly. The air between us shifts, and I'm having trouble breathing. My fingers tease along the hem of my shirt on her upper thigh. Behave fingers.
“You didn’t have to confirm it. My imagination was working fine on its own.”
“I wasn’t talking about the bra.”
My eyes close as I try to rein it in…
Fuck.
I swallow hard. I’m sure she heard it.
“You’ve been completely naked underneath my shirt this whole time you’ve been climbing my leg?”
“Perhaps,” she teases coyly. “I can’t ride your bike commando in my jeans tomorrow.”
I let my head thud against the headboard. Be cool, be cool, be cool.
“The idea of you commando on my bike just made my blood pressure skyrocket.”
The little vixen giggles.
“Are you toying with me right now?”
She’s quiet for a moment, and I watch in the dim TV light how both of our chests rise and fall at a pace that tells me we’re finally on the same page. This is the point of no return.
“Holly…” I ask on a whisper, a warning undertone that bars any joking.
“Do you know what I hear you say in my dreams? What moment replays in my fantasies over and over?”
“I need to know,” I answer huskily as I imagine her fantasizing about me. She licks her lips while looking at mine, and fuck, I’m a short few seconds from losing it.
“Two words you said right before you claimed my lips.” Her eyes trace my lips before darting back up to my eyes. “Do you remember?”
“Yes,” I pant out, my gaze playing the same game with hers. They dance back and forth between her eyes and lips, seeking the permission I need as I slowly close the distance.
“Say them again, Jaxon,” she whispers so softly that I can’t fight it anymore.
“Fuck. It.” I whisper back, each word emphasized before I let my teeth graze her bottom lip ever so slightly.
She whimpers, then there’s no turning back.
My lips taste her bitten lip before pressing firmly to them both.
Her fingers drag slowly across my pec and up my neck into my hair, and I groan low in the back of my throat as I tease the seam of her mouth.
Holly doesn't hesitate and opens, letting the tip of my tongue dance with hers. My arm around her shoulder drops and pulls her body up flush against me, and that’s when I feel the heat of her sex against my hip as her thigh rubs insistently across my cock.
I allow my fingers on her thigh to creep up just a little, enough that I’m slipping beneath the fabric.
She doesn’t protest, so I slip them up a little further, right under the crease of her ass.
“Feel for yourself,” she pants into our kiss. “I’m done fighting it, Jax.”