Eleven
Before I knew what he intended, Jaxon bent forward, lifted me off my feet and slung me over his shoulder.
The impact of my body hitting that hard blade caused me to grunt; robbing me of my breath.
It took every inch of willpower at my disposal to stop myself from pounding his back with my fists, but I had run out of energy. I just dangled there limply; my hair draped past his buttocks like a curtain as he hoisted me up further. He then started to climb the stairs. A mixture of raw emotions slapped me in the face.
“I think you should let me down Jaxon, before I yell my head off,” I gasped breathlessly, my words coming out bouncy as his shoulder bit into my stomach. I attempted to lift my head but then flopped it back down again, the view behind me as he tackled the stairs was rather scary.
“I mean it, I’ll scream!”
“Like I give a shit. Scream away. No one will do anything. They know I’ll beat the shit out of them if they try it,” he stated in an arrogant voice.
“Jaxon, I fucking mean it!”
“Language. What happened to that sweet and innocent little girl I met?”
I almost choked on that one. “She inherited an arsehole for a stepbrother.”
Jaxon tutted as he continued the climb and my stomach flipped. “I’d forgotten what a mouthy little brat you could be.”
“Up yours.” I knew I was being unladylike but what could you do?
“Don’t you ever just shut the hell up,” Jaxon grunted as he got to the landing. I was partly relieved we’d made it.
“Jaxon!” I shouted, in a put-me-down tone, wiggling my legs. He didn’t even break his stride. My yell resulted in Jaxon smacking me on the backside once, but it was hard. Heat shot through one soft cheek and I squirmed slightly at the stinging sensation. My body enjoyed it too, feeling his hands on me like that. My underwear was probably drenched. I liked being spanked it appeared. Who knew I’d be into the kinky stuff? I heard Jaxon chuckle at my reaction and it was the sexiest thing I had ever heard.
He left his hand against the cheek he had struck, either to ensure I stayed in place or because he wanted to; there was no way of knowing. And if truth be told, I didn’t want him to move it. I like the possessive way his fingers curved around that area.
I could only see the floor but knew we had passed my room. That meant that Jaxon was taking me to his bedroom. A thousand thoughts drove away the mortification I’d felt at Jaxon telling his brother and Melody that we’d had sex.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as Jaxon used his other shoulder to open his door. Once inside he kicked it closed with the back of his heel. Excitement jetted through me at the thought of what was to come. I was angry with him but I still wanted him like mad. Anticipation pumped through me.
In three strides, Jaxon crossed his room, I could only see his carpet. It was a deep grey colour and looked incredibly thick.
“Stay,” Jaxon commanded as he slid me off his shoulder and onto the softness of a mattress; aka his bed. Blood ran faster through my veins.
I landed on my bottom, managing to hold myself forward by propping my elbows behind me and pushing upward. I then shook my hair out of my face and shot a look around the area with my legs akimbo. My skirt had ridden up, exposing my pale thighs.
Swallowing nervously, I saw Jaxon’s broad back. He was at his bedroom door and was in the process of locking it. Fear and excitement intermingled.
His bedroom was extremely masculine; all decorated in grey and black with the furnishings having a contemporary design. The bed was huge with dark grey sheets, I felt tiny sprawled in the centre of it and I wondered fleetingly how many girls had been in this position. I squashed the thought before it caused me further pain.
The walls were painted a pale grey, contrasting with the darker shade of his flooring. There was a unit down one wall which shelved Blu-ray DVDs and books. A large flat-screen TV was set on the wall opposite the bed and there was a huge desk with what appeared to be some type of gaming station set up there. I hadn’t had him down as a gamer, weren’t those types of guys dorks? Mirrors lined the other wall and I imagined they were his wardrobes. The pictures on the walls were mainly of military-type images. The speakers on either side of the room were huge, hence the volume they omitted.
Dragging my thoughts back, Jaxon spoke. “Now,” he began as he faced me, staring down as I lay sprawled on his bed. “Now we can have our little chat without an audience.”
“I never wanted an audience,” I replied starchily.
“You were the one who ordered them to stay, what did you expect?”
“What I didn’t expect was for you to tell them that we’d slept together.”
My eyes were drawn to his throat as a vein in his neck throbbed. “As I recall, we had very little sleep. We fucked, Wynter. You can’t even say the words.”
“That’s because I’m not as crass as you and you shouldn’t be speaking to me like that,” I stuttered, clumsily pushing off the bed and rising to my feet. I attempted to look in control of the situation, my eyes darting toward the closed door.
“Don’t treat me like a fucking one-night stand then!” he rallied. He was fuming and I totally didn’t get his point.
“ When did I treat you like a one-night stand?”
“Ever since we slept together.”
“Well, what did you expect? That I’d come knocking on your door for round two. You took my virginity, we both got what we wanted. That was the deal.”
“And what is it that you wanted from the deal as you so eloquently put it? ”
“I don’t know, to be rid of it I suppose. As you say, the sad little virgin.” I was trying to cheapen it as if it meant nothing to me either.
That riled him even more. “So that’s all I was to you. A stud to rid you of your fucking V-card?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying.” I dashed a hand of frustration through my hair, changing my mind about going down that route.
“Well correct yourself fast, before I really lose my shit with you,” Jaxon threatened. The words made my sex pulse.
“I want you— wanted it to be you. I couldn’t imagine having—being with anyone else.”
A silence stretched between us. Jaxon looked up at the ceiling and inhaled before lowering his head.
“I should fucking think so.” The conversation was now making me uncomfortable and I eyed the door again over his shoulder.
Jaxon followed the direction of my look and slowly shook his head from side to side, planting his hands on his hips. “You have a face like an open book. You’re going nowhere until we’ve had this out.” I saw the gleam of hunger he tried to hide but I felt pissed off and confused. Jaxon dragged honesty from me like no other. He made me want things that I shouldn’t have been thinking right then.
“Fine. Say what you want to say and then let me leave,” I stropped crossly, loving, and hating the fact that he was keeping me there against my will. Being in his bedroom was doing all sorts of things to my body.
Jaxon watched me with a hooded expression before allowing his eyes to roam over my body. My nipples tightened against my top in response and he dropped his arms and walked toward me until he was about a foot away.
“When I saw you with Dominic, it pissed me off.”
“But you gave me the silent treatment before then,” I pointed out with a grimace .
“I was working Wynter. We lost a guy in Helmand. I had shit to do.”
Closing my eyes, I released a pained sigh. Shit. One of his friends had died and I had been feeling paranoid rejection.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw as he stared down at me with a masked expression. “Seeing you in his arms so soon after you’d been in mine messed with my head. I was angry with you.”
“Then you should have told me that, not ignored me. I’m not telepathic, I don’t know how you feel if you don’t say anything.”
He smelt so good. I stood my ground, daring him to do something; to be reckless. I noticed he hadn’t shaved and it gave him a rough, untamed look. Moistening my lips, I released a heavy breath, my chest rising and falling with anticipation.
Jaxon’s eyes narrowed, watching the movement of my tongue like a predator about to attack before a cocky grin fell into place. “How about I show you instead?” he husked, his voice an octave lower; thick with need.
My breath hitched as Jaxon stepped forward and hauled me into his arms; his mouth crashing down on mine. My breasts were crushed against his chest as he yanked my slight frame upwards, my feet almost leaving the floor and I clutched at his shoulders to balance myself.
He tasted of magic, mystery, and pure sin.
Jaxon’s hands slid from my arms, travelling up my spine and into my hair, cupping the back of my head. His lips were hard against mine, aggressive; it was an almost punishing kiss but I sank into it wholeheartedly; his tongue sliding into my mouth as it parted with a sigh of relief.
God how I had missed it. I moaned as he fed from me like a starved person, kissing me like his life depended on it and my body was on fire. I held onto my gasp of pleasure as I felt the hardness of his cock against my stomach.
I moaned against his mouth as he raised his head, drawing back .
“Arms up, now ,” Jaxon commanded. His words reminded me of our first time together; that bossy tone I loved was threaded like steel through his voice. I immediately did as he instructed, keen for him to guide me towards that approaching pleasure only he could provide.
Jaxon wore a determined expression as he lifted my jumper over my head, dropping it carelessly onto the floor beside us. His attention then turned towards my denim skirt, practised fingers easily undoing the buttons to allow the garment to fall down my thighs. I stepped out of it and kicked it to the side with one foot, watching him coyly from beneath my lashes.
I was now standing before Jaxon in his bedroom in just my underwear; a black lace almost see-through set. My skin fizzed as he lowered his head and allowed his hooded gaze to roam over my body, drinking me in.
Jaxon then slowly raised his hands and bracketed my face, drawing my jaw up to his. “You’re so beautiful and mine .” Ownership was again stamped into those words and it made more heat trickle into my veins. I loved that possessive, untamed side of him. My sex throbbed from the feral sound.
Jaxon then leaned down and slammed his mouth over mine again and my whole body was like liquid fire. It was urgent again, his tongue parting my lips with the force of his possession. He took my mouth like a storm and devoured me like a wild, untamed thing. I leaned up and into him with a moan, my entire body thrummed as he angled my head, positioning it perfectly so he could deepen the kiss. It was powerful and devastating and my belly quivered as sexual excitement powered through me. I was inexperienced but I knew the way his tongue stroked in and out of my mouth replicated the motion of sex and I couldn’t wait to feel him between my legs again. Sexual awareness licked through me.
My lace-clad breasts were pushed against the hardness of his chest. His body was so warm and hard through the material of his top as I sank against him, a slave to his needs .
My breath came quicker and I knew I needed to be naked with him and fast and I dropped my hands to the hem of his tee and started to lift it. Frantic to see his gorgeous bare chest. He smiled against my mouth and drew back, quirking an eyebrow as he released my face, his hands dropping to mine. “Patience,” he whispered, stopping my actions.
I smiled shyly up at him as he stepped back and lifted his jumper over his head, throwing it to the side. I feasted on his amazing body, my hands moving up to trace his pectoral muscles and then the defined bumps of his abs. His breath caught in his throat as I touched him.
He was sinfully gorgeous and I couldn’t wait to feel all that strength pushing into my body. With shaking fingers, I dropped my hands to the buttons of his jeans and again, he caught them.
“Slow down,” he whispered, his face pinched with desire and need.
He assisted me in the removal of his jeans until we were both in our underwear. My eyes lingered on his huge erection which strained against his black boxer shorts and I longed to feel its strength in my hand, maybe even take him into my mouth. Hunger to taste him there roared through me.
Jaxon must have seen my intention as he wrapped gentle fingers around my wrist and shook his head slowly from side to side, his expression now masked. “If you touch me, this will be over much too soon and I need to get you naked.”
My smile must have been that of the cat that got the cream variety, I had never felt so excited and sexy.
Jaxon released my wrist and lifted his hands to cup my breasts, causing me to sigh with pleasure. He ran his thumbs over my nipples which were already painfully hard. “So, fucking beautiful,” he repeated, making me feel extra special and sweet. He then yanked the cups of my bra down exposing me; kneading my bare breasts with his palms. I almost came long and hard there and then .
Seeing how turned on I was, Jaxon hurriedly unclipped my bra before lowering his head and taking one nipple into his mouth. I gasped and my head fell back, his tongue licking over that tender, hard bud. As he took my nipple gently between his teeth my back arched and I pushed further into his mouth; immense heat pooling between my thighs, soaking my underwear. I could feel my clit throbbing as he transferred his attention to my other breast, rolling and flicking my other nipple with his tongue. I swear I almost stopped breathing.
Jaxon continued his torture and I only realised he was walking me backwards towards the bed when my legs hit the base.
He was also breathing heavily and he raised his head, those deep grey eyes penetrating mine, the message there clear.
“That night we spent together, I was gentle with you and held back. It was your first time and it was the right thing to do. This will be different Wynter. Are you sure you want this?”
He looked down at me, full of dark promise and danger. I couldn’t stop the blush which entered my cheeks as he waited for the answer that I was only too happy to give.
“Yes, please, I want you inside me.”
“This is make-up sex, Wynter and I’m going to fuck you, hard . Do you understand?” His voice was so deep and husky, that I felt the sound vibrate through my sex.
My nerves did a dance but I didn’t care, I knew he’d never hurt me. I nodded, “Yes, please. Now,” I replied through broken breath.
The look of satisfaction that pooled into his features made my pulse soar, my tongue snaking out to moisten my lips as he roughly pushed me back onto the bed. Standing over me, like a tower of strength, the muscles in his arms flexing.
I shuffled back on my elbows against the mattress to give him space as he shed his underwear, standing there before me with his huge sex engorged, pushing upwards towards his belly button, surrounded by that thick thatch of dark hair .
My eyes skirted over his body, so tanned, lean, masculine, and proud and my sex pulsed again as he moved over me with silent intent. As he neared, he twisted to the side and retrieved a condom from the drawer of his bedside table. I watched with a thrill of excitement as he placed the foil packet into his mouth and tore it open with his teeth before discarding the packaging on the floor. His eyes never left mine as he rolled the condom onto his throbbing length.
As he joined me on the bed, I felt his fingers touch me through the fabric of my underwear, cupping my sex and desire exploded inside me. I closed my eyes and lifted my hips towards that sensation he was creating.
“Yes, please. Don’t stop,” I panted, my eyes shot open as he relieved some of that ache between my legs and my climax started to build.
Jaxon was now kneeling on the bed, leaning over me, his eyes watching every expression that fluttered across my face. I arched my back, revelling in the sublime torture his hand was creating.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any more intense, he slid his hand into my knickers, his thumb instantly finding my clit, slowly stroking me. He knew my body so well now. I jerked at the sensation as he rubbed that tiny nerve; my mouth parted and he then slid two thick fingers inside me. Writhing against his hand, our eyes clashed and I could see how turned on he was as he played with me.
“You’re so fucking wet. More than ready for me. But you’re not coming until I’m inside you,” Jaxon growled, positioning his body above me. My tummy flipped as he removed his hand, hooked his fingers into my underwear and ripped them off in one fluid motion. The slight tearing sound heightened my pleasure and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. A series of out-of-control reactions gripped me.
Jaxon started to position his huge frame over me, I felt small and soft next to his large, hard, sexually aroused body. He pushed his thigh hard against the softness between my legs, parting me and pleasure continued to swirl up my spine.
We were both breathing raggedly and I ran my hands over his broad smooth back. His eyes were glazed as he stared down at me, but I could see a look of triumph mixed in with the strength of his sexual arousal.
Jaxon then kissed me again, this time it was gentle as his slick tongue slid slowly into my mouth, taking sensual possession. The whole experience was raw and primal.
“I want to feel you cum around me,” he said, drawing back.
He was holding some of his weight on his forearms and I felt the blunt head of him against my sex. Jaxon then surged into me with one firm, hard thrust and I jack-knifed against that insane amount of pressure I felt down there. There was a slight hint of discomfort, but nothing like that first time and he continued to kiss me, as my body started to accommodate his size. He felt so big and strong inside me.
“Are you OK?” he questioned gently against the cuff of my ear and I smiled.
“Yes.”
He kissed my nose and then he started to move. And oh my God!
His strokes were slow at first, bold and full, his breath rushing from his body and then he picked up the pace. I wrapped my legs around his waist. The insane amount of pleasure I experienced with each thrust caused me to cry out.
His kiss turned rough as his body drove into mine.
It was like an out-of-body experience and I moved my hands down his back and gripped his backside, my fingernails digging into the skin there, urging him to go harder, faster and although I couldn’t be sure, I think I told him so.
With every thrust, I pushed up to meet him part way and I could hear his grunts of pleasure. They turned me on even more, knowing I was the one creating them.
“Please, I need to cum,” I rasped against his mouth .
“Soon. You feel so fucking good.”
Jaxon’s weight fell heavier on my chest momentarily as he moved his hands and grabbed my wrists, pulling my arms up above my head and pinning them there with one hand.
I couldn’t move, I was trapped and I loved it; the thought of being held captive whilst he did all those amazing things to my body excited me more.
His other hand slid down between my legs and he started to stroke me again, his fingers massaging that special bundle of nerves.
“Yes, please, yes,” I panted against his mouth.
“Cum for me now,” Jaxon commanded as continued to fuck me, hard, just like he said he would.
I was now shaking all over as that intense sexual feeling continued to climb and spread out through my entire body.
“Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see you when you cum on my dick,” he husked. His filthy mouth lit me on fire. I wanted him to talk dirty to me.
I opened my eyes to see Jaxon staring down at me with blistering raw intensity.
“Your pussy feels so good.”
His fingers continued to stroke through the folds between my legs as I bucked against him. After another couple of hard thrusts inside me, my sex tightened around his cock and my orgasm ripped through my entire body. The satisfaction was like nothing I had ever experienced and I cried out, screamed with the strength of that sexual explosion.
Jaxon released my wrists and then with a roar, his entire body shook above me as he found his own release, ploughing into me one last time.
He groaned something against my ear, but I couldn’t make out what he said, I was too busy riding my own wave down from that place of sheer ecstasy. My entire frame must have been glowing from the aftermath of what had been intense, mind-blowing sex.
After Jaxon gradually recovered from his own climax, he lowered his body against mine, his chest squashing my breasts. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close and he buried his face against my neck. “Fucking hell,” he sighed, sounding exhausted yet thoroughly sated. “You’re fucking amazing.”
We were both bathed in sweat and breathing heavily; the smell of sex all around us. I could feel him throbbing, still inside me and I relished that feeling. This was the closest two people could get and I loved it.
After placing several gentle kisses along my collarbone, Jaxon rolled to the side and I lay looking up at the ceiling feeling thoroughly satisfied. My whole body felt like it had electricity running through it; charged with the aftershock.
I could hear Jaxon disposing of the condom before he turned back towards me, pulling my body against his, and spooning me. He then trailed a finger across my bared breasts and kissed my damp shoulder.
“How do you feel? OK?” Jaxon whispered as I snuggled back against him.
“More than OK?” I responded on an exhale; my voice deep from my arousal.
“Did I hurt you?”
Turning my head, I looked him in the eye, “A little, but I liked it.”
Jaxon grinned fully at that one and I relaxed my head back onto the pillow. We hadn’t even gotten under the duvet; we were both just laid on the top. It made the situation feel even naughtier.
“So, you like the rough stuff?” Jaxon stated, sounding very pleased by that revelation.
I chuckled before admitting. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
“Good to know. You haven’t seen anything yet,” he promised as he nibbled my ear with his teeth.
We must have laid there together for another twenty minutes or so before the music downstairs became louder .
“Sounds like things are kicking off without us,” Jaxon huffed as he gathered his clothes from the floor and started to dress. “We should probably go down. Are you sure you are, OK? You can stay here if you’d prefer?”
I pushed myself up onto my elbows, still totally naked on his bed. “No, I’m fine. I’ll freshen up and see you downstairs in ten. Deal?”
“Deal.”
We then stared into each other's eyes for a few beats longer before he left the room with a soft click of the bedroom door. What we had just shared had been amazing and even though he hadn’t said anything, Jaxon must have had feelings for me. The whole experience was overwhelming and I was helpless to rationalise it.
As I lay naked in Jaxon Savage’s bed, I felt slightly drugged and way too relaxed.
When I finally went downstairs, a few people had already left and the others were politely being told to.
I offered Melody my bed, saying we could share, but Jaxon overheard and said that she could have it to herself. His blatant message that I would be sharing his bed was now out there and he made no apology for that.
I must admit, I couldn’t wait for the rest of the guests to leave, Christian being one of the last to go. He looked between Jaxon and me with a knowing look before he left to meet his taxi.
It was early in the morning, and I walked up the stairs which he had carried my unwilling body earlier holding Jaxon’s hand, exhausted and sexually sated and so looking forward to that possibility of a repeat performance or two.
And that is exactly what happened.
At that point in my life, I didn’t think things could get any better.
**** *
I woke up on Sunday morning in Jaxon’s arms. At first, I felt disorientated until he snuggled against me.
“So where do we go from here? Do we chalk it up to another moment of madness and forget about it or carry on as normal? Minus you being a shit to me of course,” I mocked as I turned to face Jaxon in bed.
“Is that what you want?” he replied, still looking sinfully sexy even with his sleepy face. I had to take back my comment to Melody about Jaxon probably being a shit cuddler; he was amazing at it, his hardness enveloping my softness like a glove.
“What? For you to not be a shit to me? Of course, that’s what I want.”
He rolled his eyes. “No, I meant forgetting about it?”
Pursing my lips, I carefully construed my reply. “No. But then I don’t want to be sneaking around either.”
Jaxon lifted his arm and ran his fingers down over one of my flushed cheeks. “Why not? Sneaking is fun,” he grinned cheekily.
Digesting those words, I replied, “So, you’re saying, we carry on, whenever we feel the urge?”
“Hell yeah. Why not. We’re pretty good together,” he said. Tagging on, “Physically.”
If only he had left off the last word. Before I could bite my tongue I said, “Is that all it is then? Just physical?” I almost held my breath whilst I waited for his reply. I didn’t want to be fuck buddies, I wanted more than that. “Sex with no feelings?”
“Of course not. I wouldn’t sleep with you if I didn’t like you or care about you. I’m not that much of a wanker.”
“So, you like me, but you treat me like you hate me. I’m confused.” My reply was firm but I had to be if I was to get this boy to open the hell up.
“I don’t hate you, Wynter. I’ve never hated you,” he informed me with a serious edge to his tone .
The whoosh of relief almost burst from my lips but I restrained myself. I needed to play it cool, I didn’t want to scare him off. “Well, how would it work? Would it be just the two of us?”
He raised his eyebrows at that one. “What do you mean? Like we’d be exclusive?”
Cocking him a ‘what do you think’ look I replied, “Yes. I won’t sleep with you if you’re seeing other girls.”
Jaxon rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. “Fuck me, making demands in our relationship already?” I knew he was playing with me.
On full attack mode I put in, “So, you admit we’re in a relationship?” I knew I was being ballsy, but I didn’t care. The conversation was going my way for a change.
He placed an arm over his eyes. “Of sorts. I’m not one to label shit. But I agree to not sleep with anyone else whilst we’re together.” He then lowered his hand and turned to face me again.
As his eyes re-latched onto mine, I went for the jugular. “So, what does that make us?”
His eyes narrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Pushing up on one elbow I eyeballed him with a determined expression. “What are you to me?”
“Your lover?” he said with a wink.
I wrinkled my nose. “That makes me feel like I belong in a trashy romance novel written in the seventies.”
“Mistress?” Jaxon suggested with a wider grin.
I shook my head, grinning back. “That’s so much worse.”
Jaxon chewed his lip as he contemplated an answer. “Partner? Fuck no. That makes me feel about fifty,” he grunted .
Putting the obvious out there, I went in for the kill. “We could just go for boyfriend and girlfriend? Keep it simple.” I figuratively had every limb crossed at that point.
Jaxon exhaled in defeat. “If you need us to put a label on us that’s fine. I’m not offended by being called your boyfriend.”
Hope soared in my chest. “Really?”
Jaxon’s eyes crinkled. “Yes. Really.” His tone suggested that he didn’t understand why I would be so shocked by his acquiescence.
I slumped onto my back and copied his early stance, staring up at his overly fancy light fittings. “I thought you’d run a mile,” I confessed partly to myself.
Jaxon wrapped his arm around me and pulled me back so we were face to face again. “It isn’t a marriage proposal and it’s just a word at the end of the day. It doesn’t particularly scare me.”
“Don’t we need to make it official?”
“I think we just did that, more than once, Wynter. I knew you’d be high fucking maintenance,” Jaxon replied with a cocked eyebrow.
“I think you should ask me out,” I stated in a mock haughty voice.
He rolled his eyes saying, “You’re pushing it now but OK. Wynter, will you go out with me?”
I purposefully pretended to think about it and Jaxon lunged for me, tickling me until I almost wet myself.
After our tussle, we lay there together, our breathing mingled and stared into each other's eyes. It felt like he’d waved the surrender flag and the relief I felt was overpowering. “My answer is yes. Yes, I’ll go out with you.”
Jaxon ran his knuckles down one of my flushed cheeks, his eyes boring into mine. He now looked quite serious. “Good. I should think so. Fuck me, you know how to make a guy work for it.”
A thought suddenly occurred to me. A fly in the ointment maybe. “What about our parents, Molly and Chris? ”
He pursed his lips. “I think for starters we keep it between us. It would just complicate matters. Let’s take it slow without any interference, see how it goes.”
I was on board with his take it slow comment. At the end of the day, I was smitten now and knew how I felt, but I wouldn’t rush ahead and scare him off. I’d read an article in a magazine about men and commitment. Yes, I’d said I loved him during sex and he’d brought it up, but I hadn’t backed that up since. I would keep the full extent of my feelings for him to myself, for now. I didn’t however, like the idea of keeping it from my mother but I would have agreed with anything he asked at that point.
“OK. I can do that.” Why did I suddenly feel like a dirty little secret?
“So, shall we seal the deal?”
“Yes, please.”
Jaxon pushed his hand into my hair and lowered his mouth to mine.
After that bone-melting kiss, I slipped from his bed and gathered my clothes quickly, giving Jaxon a sexy wiggle as I left his room for mine.
When I got into my bathroom, I realised I’d lost my necklace. It had probably come off during our nighttime antics and I made a note to ask Jaxon to look for it.
For the rest of that morning, I concentrated on freshening up. I wanted to make myself look perfect for Jaxon, my secret love and now my new boyfriend. I was surely sitting on that cloud nine people talked about.