Chapter 7
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Alana asked.
She and London had walked her home. She glanced at them and shrugged.
“Of course.” She laughed. Sofie ran her hands along the skirt of her dress, smoothing out the wrinkles. Taking a deep breath, she glanced up to meet Alana’s curious gaze. She tried to erase all emotions from her face. She didn’t want to be interrogated by her friend about this. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You seem to be upset about something. Was it Jaxon and his friend?” Alana asked cautiously.
London strolled a short distance away from them as if sensing they needed a little privacy.
Sofie didn’t want to admit how much it hurt her to see Jaxon with another woman. Had he been seeing other women during their time apart? They hadn’t made any commitment to each other. Their only agreement was what happened here, stayed here. Sofie didn’t know when she’d started catching feelings for him. This was supposed to be fun with no strings attached, but why did she harbor the distinct feeling of betrayal?
“I promise, I’m fine. I must have had too much wine. You know I can’t stand his smug face and how he’s flaunting his bimbos,” she scoffed. She fiddled with her purse to keep her hands busy. As much as she wanted to strangle Jaxon, he was nowhere to be seen. He was with Bindy. She dug her hands into her purse in a strong grip. She didn’t even want to think of what they could possibly be doing. “At least I didn’t bring my guy, and what kind of name is Bindy?”
“Yeah, I don’t know about her name.” Alana chuckled. She glanced over at her husband then focused on Sofie. “But if you’re okay, I’ll head back to my place.”
“I’m good, you guys enjoy the rest of your evening.” Sofie wrapped Alana up in a quick hug. She offered her friend what she hoped was a genuine smile before jogging up to her little bungalow. She entered and shut the door behind her. She leaned back on the wooden door and sighed deeply.
Sofie closed her eyes and couldn’t shake the image of Jaxon and Bindy from her mind. Obviously, one woman wasn’t enough for Jaxon. Sofie knew the type of man Jaxon was. He wasn’t the settling sort of guy. He loved women, and she had made it too easy for him by caving in to the allure of his sex appeal and the electric tension that burned between them.
She had grown weak and had given in.
Well, no more.
She wouldn’t be one of many while on their vacation. If he wanted Bindy and any other woman on the island, then he could have them.
Sofie opened her eyes and pushed off the door. She was a grown woman and would be fine. She knew what she’d signed up for when she’d started messing around with Jaxon.
“He’s not the only person on this damn island who can have fun,” she muttered. She tossed her purse onto the dresser and kicked her shoes off. There were plenty of options on and off the island for her. They’d had their fun, and it was over. Time to move on.
No more late-night visits or burning up the sheets into the wee hours of the morning.
She might as well end it now. It would be best she started detoxing and getting Jaxon Keith out of her system.
“I am not going home with hurt feelings. This was a vacation fling,” she said. Hearing the words made her feel slightly better. She snagged her jammies from the dresser and paused. She could have sworn she heard a noise.
Was that someone knocking on her door?
“Oh, hell no. If he thinks he’s coming here after being with that bimbo, then he has another think coming.” Sofie tossed her clothes on the bed and stormed toward the front door. There would be no one else but Jaxon coming to her accommodation this late.
Sofie grabbed the handle and threw the door open. A growl rippled from her chest as she stared at Jaxon. He had the nerve to lean against the doorjamb with a cocky smile on his lips.
“Hey,” he said.
“You have a nerve,” she snapped.
He chuckled and pushed his way inside, past her.
She took a step back, watching him close the door. “Um, excuse me. I didn’t say you could come in.”
“You want everyone out there to hear us?” He arched an eyebrow at her.
He took a step toward her; she took one back away from him.
“I know you’re upset,” he said.
“Me? For what?” She held up a hand and shook her head. “Stay back.”
“Seriously? You got on this ‘fuck me’ dress and thought I wouldn’t have taken the hint?” He kept going until her hand pressed against his hardened muscles.
She swallowed hard, knowing what was underneath his clothing.
Her body immediately responded to his closeness. Her core clenched, and moisture collected at the apex of her thighs.
Dammit.
Her body was a traitor.
She backed away even more, but Jaxon continued on with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“No one was sending you any hints. I might have been trying to attract the eye of someone else,” she taunted. Her back hit the wall near the doorway that led to her bedroom. Going in there would be a bad idea. Sofie knew what would happen if they ended up in there. She glanced to her left and could see the bed. She turned her attention back to Jaxon.
His gray eyes were locked on her lips.
“Is that so? You trying to tell me that someone else has been touching this body?” One of his hands came to rest on her waist. He crowded her with his body.
The scent of his cologne flooded her senses. She inhaled sharply, recognizing the smell of him. She didn’t know the name of the cologne but had come to recognize it as Jaxon.
“Why would you care?” She lifted her chin and met his gaze.
Her body trembled slightly as his hand skated along her form and came to pause at her shoulder. He played with the tiny dress strap.
His gray eyes darkened, and his lips curved up into that crooked grin of his. His finger drifted onto her smooth skin, sending chills down her spine.
“Shouldn’t I? You’ve taken my cock every night,” he murmured.
Jaxon moved closer, dropping his head. His lips brushed her cheek when he leaned closer to her ear. There was no longer any room between them. His lips closed around the lower lobe of her ear in a short, hot nibble before he released it. His warm breath caressed her, and her eyes fluttered close.
“It’s been my cock in your mouth and your pussy each and every night. You trying to tell me that I haven’t been enough for you? You need more?”
“What?” Sofie swallowed hard again. It was difficult to concentrate with him overtaking her senses. Her legs grew weak. If it wasn’t for him holding on to her, she would have slithered down to the floor.
“Do I need to repeat how you’ve taken my cock?” He pushed the strap of her dress down her arm. Then reached over and repeated the motion with the other side. The front of her dress fell down to reveal her bare breasts. His swift intake of breath was the only sound in the room. The cool air kissed her nipples, and they formed into tight little buds.
“No, you don’t need to say it again.” A shiver flew through her. She rested both hands on his chest and tried to shove him away from her. She had to put some distance between them. He had just left that blonde bimbo, Bindy. She blinked a few times, her anger swirling around in her. “What type of woman do you think I am? You were just with that blonde chick and then going to think you are going to come over here and put that dirty dick of yours in me after you’ve fucked her?”
“Bindy is not a bimbo.” He chuckled.
He gathered her wrists in his hands and pressed them onto the wall. She struggled to free herself, but that just made it worse for herself. The damn dress slid down her body and ended in a pile on the floor, leaving her in nothing but a thong.
“Son of bitch,” she muttered, staring down at her feet.
Sofie lifted her chin and eyed him. Jaxon did a slow perusal of her body, and the heat that flooded her felt as if he’d touched every part of her with his hands. How could she react from just a look? His grip tightened on her wrists.
“You honestly think that I would go fuck someone else, then come straight to you afterwards? Do you really think that I’m that guy?” he murmured.
There was something in his stare that made Sofie regret even mentioning it.
“You have a reputation, Jaxon,” she stated. She didn’t back down from what she’d said. There was no denying it. He and his brother had been womanizers. She and Alana had watched all of the women who had come and gone from London’s apartment.
He stared at her, not saying a word. She fidgeted in place, trying to free herself from his hold, but it did nothing but rub her nipples against his shirt. A moan slipped from her. They were so damn sensitive that it felt good to press them on him.
“You think you know me, don’t you,” he said.
He leaned down, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. He inhaled, breathing in her scent. She whimpered, turning her head away to give him more access to her. His tongue snuck out and slithered over her skin. He stopped right at her ear, nipping it with his teeth.
Tremors racked her body.
“You don’t know a damn thing about me, Sofie.”
Sofie turned her face toward Jaxon’s. He captured her mouth with his in a hard, bruising kiss. She melted into him, returning the kiss with a heated passion. The tension between the two of them was palpable.
Jaxon commanded her. His tongue boldly stroked hers, drawing it into a sensual dance. She moaned, unable to control her reaction to him. Jaxon knew how he affected her. It was no secret. From the moment he’d first kissed her, her body had no longer listened to her. It was as if it knew who it belonged to.
But it couldn’t be.
When they returned to the real world, they would go back to their normal lives. Sofie squeezed her eyes shut.
He was right. She really didn’t know him. Just knew what she’d seen before this trip and how well he knew how to work her body.
“I didn’t fuck her. I haven’t fucked her or anyone else since we’ve been here,” Jaxon swore.
He leaned his forehead against hers. Both of them were panting, their rapid breaths the only sound in the room. He opened his eyes and met hers.
“You have been the only one I’ve been thinking about, the only one I want to fill with my cock.” His voice ended on a growl. He released her wrists and rested his hands on the wall. His dark eyes studied her.
“Jaxon,” she said. She placed her hand on his chest while the other slid along his jawline.
He leaned into her palm, heated desire burning deep into those silvery pools. “Tell me you believe me, Sofie. I may be many things, but I don’t lie,” he whispered.
There was nothing but honesty in his eyes. She had been so overwhelmed by her jealousy that she hadn’t thought clearly. They had both alluded that they were seeing someone while on their vacation, and of course Alana and London would want to meet them.
Every ounce of anger and animosity had long ago drained from her body. There was one thing she had learned since meeting him: he was a good man with a big heart. She’d seen him in action with his nephew, and any man who loved kids was special in her book.
“I know,” she replied softly.
Unable to resist, she slid her hand down his chest, unbuttoning the shirt as she went. Once it was opened, she tugged it down off his shoulders where it could join her dress. She paused on the waistband of his shorts. She slowly took in his perfectly sculpted form. She licked her lips, knowing what his skin tasted like. She’d spent multiple times running her tongue along every ridge of his chest, abdomen, and cock.
Speaking of his cock, Sofie’s eyes were drawn to the hard bulge pressing forward against his shorts.
“What are you waiting for, Sofie?” Jaxon whispered.
His hands remained on the wall, but the way he’d enunciated her name, he might as well have caressed her skin with his hands. A rush of goosebumps appeared on her skin. Her fingers played with the button before opening it. She pulled down the zipper and slid her hands underneath the edge of his shorts, then pushed them down.
An unrecognizable sound escaped her when his cock sprang free. It was hard and standing at attention. His shorts fell, joining the other clothes. He kicked off his shoes and pressed her to the wall.
His lips captured hers in another deep kiss. Sofie wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him in place. His dick rested against her stomach between them. She ached to have it fill her. She loved how wide it stretched her out when he thrust deep inside her.
Jaxon reached down, lifting her by the back of her knees. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. He walked the short distance through the doorway over to her bed. He gently laid her down on the middle of it. He tore his lips from her and trailed hot kisses along her cheek and jawline. He continued on down her body, stopping at her breasts. She moaned, arching her back in the air. His hand molded around her breasts and guided her nipple into his mouth.
“Jaxon,” she moaned.
Sofie dove her fingers into his thick hair. She loved how soft it was. He nipped her tight bud then soothed it with his tongue before giving attention to her other one. Sofie’s legs were still wrapped around him. Her hips thrust forward, rubbing her pussy against his abdomen. She writhed on the bed, loving how he worshiped her body. While he licked and teased one breast, his large hand massaged and played with her other one.
He released her and continued his journey. Sofie’s body was his playground. Each kiss sent a shudder of desire to her core. She was so wet, she could feel the traces of her desire on her thighs. Jaxon pushed her legs open, settling on the bed at eye level with her center. His heated gaze met hers, then he lowered his head. His fingers parted her folds, exposing her swollen clit. She arched off the bed, a cry ripping from her at the first touch of this tongue. He guided it through her entire slit, arriving at her swollen bud.
“Look at how wet you are,” he breathed.
His finger rested on her labia, dipping into her wet heat. He pushed it inside her, her muscles closing in around him. He withdrew it and licked the digit clean. She groaned, watching his pleased expression.
“And you think that I need any other pussy when I have this one?”
Another stroke of his tongue. Sofie gripped the blanket beneath her. She widened her legs, wanting Jaxon to have full access to her. He peppered small kisses along her inner thighs, then returned to her pussy. He captured her clit with his mouth, suckling it.
“Jaxon!” she cried out.
Her hips lifted to meet him. He released her, his finger rubbing her swollen bundle of nerves.
“Tell me, Sofie. This pussy belongs to me?”
“No,” she moaned.
“No?” He arched an eyebrow at her. His lips, moistened by her wetness, curved into a smirk. He pressed two fingers into to her opening this time.
A deep groan escaped her at the invasion.
“I want you to think of your answer again, Sofie.”
“We agreed,” she gasped.
His fingers sank deep inside her. She slowly gyrated her hips against his hand, taking her pleasure.
“We agreed only while we were here,” she said.
“Do you still want that?”
His fingers set a slow, steady pace. She grunted, her head thrown back against the bed while her hips sought more than what he offered. Her core was needy and wanted more than his fingers. She wanted to feel the pulse of his thick cock pressing far into her.
Jaxon’s lips closed around her clit again, and he continued to fuck her with his fingers.
Sofie cried out, unable to think. He was asking her an important question, but she couldn’t form a complete sentence.
“Sofie, I asked you a question,” he demanded.
“This isn’t fair,” she gasped.
“You will answer me,” he growled.
“Not now,” she pleaded. Talking wasn’t what she wanted now.
“What do you want now, Sofie? If you don’t want to have a conversation now, tell me what you want,” he said.
The bastard. He knew what she wanted.
“I need to come. Jaxon, please. Make me come,” she pleaded.
Sofie raised her head and met his gaze. His eyes were so dark, she could have sworn they were black. He lowered his head and feasted on her. Her cries and pleas filled the air.
Jaxon worked her body over, leaving her trembling, her words incomprehensible and weakening. He soon brought her to her climax, her body detonating. She screamed, her muscles tightening, her legs wrapping around his head while she flew to the heavens.
Sofie flopped back onto the bed a sweaty mess. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she attempted to regain control of her breathing.
But Jaxon wasn’t done with her.
“Open your eyes, Sofie,” he ordered.
The bed shifted as he crawled up her body. She did as he’d commanded and found him braced over her. He lifted her leg to rest it on his arm. Her orgasm had zapped the energy from her.
He probed her opening with the blunt tip of his cock. “I want you to see who is fucking you.”
He pushed forward slowly, filling her. She inhaled sharply, the sting of her muscles stretching to accommodate his wide girth. Once he was completely submerged inside her, he leaned down, capturing her lips with his.
“Oh,” Sofie gasped.
She reached up and rested a hand on his jaw. She was unable to tear her gaze from him as he withdrew slightly from her body before sinking into her again. He repeated the motion with a slight force.
“Yes,” she said.
Jaxon’s movements grew more frantic. She canted her hips, meeting his with each thrust. He repositioned himself on his knees, his hands resting on the backs of her thighs. This allowed him to go even deeper. Sofie cried out with each thrust, her body welcoming the hard fucking. Jaxon was taking what he wanted while also giving her so much more.
Another orgasm rushed toward her. With each thrust of his cock, it slipped over her clit. She could no longer hold back and felt herself fall over the edge of her next orgasm. Her body trembled and shook hard as the sensations of her release spread through her.
Jaxon wasn’t long behind her. His roar filled the air, the warmth of his seed filling her. He fell forward, his massive warmth covering her. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him in place. She held on tight, never wanting to move from this spot.
Jaxon rolled them to where he was on his side and she was tucked into the crook of his arm. His cock had slipped from her, and she already missed the feeling of them being connected. He pressed his lips to her forehead and sighed.
“You’re not changing your mind, are you?” he asked.
She already knew what he was asking. Sofie lifted her head and offered him a sad smile.
“What you said was right. We don’t know each other at all. This is all we have,” she whispered. She reached up and rested a finger to his bottom lip. She eyed them and bit back a sigh. Leaving what they had here on this island would be hard, but they would never be able to be more than what they had now.
“Then we make the most of it.”