Chapter 14 #2
“You’re on!” I rubbed my palms together, accepting the challenge. The game was covered with fake webs and spiders, making it a maze to get into. She picked the fake spider webs from her long, dark hair and smirked at me, embarrassed.
“Are you ready?” She beamed at me, placing her small petite hands on the arcade steering wheel.
“I was born ready, Robles.” I gave her a wink. This would be all too easy, and Faye would be mine.
She took the left wheel while I took the right, putting coins into both our machines as we began.
This girl had no idea what she was getting herself into, grinning from ear to ear.
I was in the lead, just like I knew I would be.
But then something happened. Something I was not prepared for.
She passed me in the race and suddenly we were toe-to-toe.
There was no way I was going to let her win.
I needed to kiss her. To taste her on my lips.
I needed it so badly it was driving me mad.
I couldn’t even explain how badly. I just knew if there was one thing I did tonight, it would be kissing her.
I needed to make her mine officially. I was seconds to the finish line when my foot slipped.
I got distracted by the mere fantasy of her.
Faye’s car passed mine at the finish line by five seconds.
The shock that went through me had me bewildered.
“Yes!” Faye shouted. “I won!” She mocked me, sticking her pink tongue out at me.
I lost the game, I was too stunned for words. Most importantly I wasn’t going to be kissing Faye tonight, and that instantly had a flush of disappointment wash over me.
“Aw, what’s wrong? Never lost to a girl before?” She laughed and chucked popcorn at me. This girl was going to drive me to the brink of insanity.
“I totally let you win, Robles. I was trying to be a gentleman.” My sore loser side was showing and I wasn’t proud. Faye walked closer to me, slow and seductive.
“Maybe I don’t want you to be a gentleman, Grimwood.” Her lips were so close to mine I could feel her minty breath. She was teasing me, taunting me. I loved it, and yearned for it. She wanted to play. We were going to play, alright.”
“Thanks for tonight, Jax. I had a lot of fun.” Faye batted her long, thick black lashes at me. She knew what she was doing, and I liked it.
“I did too,” I replied, licking my lips, my heart beating so rapidly.
“Do you think you’d be up to doing it again?
” I grabbed her slim hand and threaded our fingers together, lifting her hand to my mouth and kissing it slowly and gently, giving her direct eye contact.
I noticed her breath hitch as she smiled coyly.
“I’d like that.” I could sense her arousal, the scent like honey sun beams and sweet nectar.
“You know what else I like?” I asked, while Faye gazed at me in wonder so intense I could see my reflection in her dark pupils.
“Those lips.” I leaned in and pushed her thick dark hair behind her ear, kissing her tenderly.
Her velvet tongue entered my mouth, inviting me in as I spread her thighs and slowly made my way to her jeans, unbuttoning them.
I licked my fingers before I reached inside her underwear.
I rubbed her soft wet bud with my digits as she moaned and rode my hand.
“You’re so pretty when you moan, baby girl.
” Faye bit her bottom lip as she began to finish on my fingers, drowning me with her fluids.
I reached my hand back as I licked her finish off my fingers.
“You taste so good, Faye,” I groaned, wiping my hands of her climax.
Faye panted as she buttoned her jeans. We both pulled back, staring deeply into one another, and I felt something in my chest cave like I’d never felt before.
“But you didn’t win the bet, Grimwood.” Faye huffed with her cheeks flushed, whispering into my mouth sensually.
This girl. It’s too late for any of that. , feeling her magnetic smile spread across my mouth. She was going to be my cathedral, my salvation. My unraveling. Fuck me.
“You weren’t supposed to kiss me, cheater.”
I laughed. She had no idea who she was dealing with.
“Let me tell you something about me, Robles. I’ve never been good with rules.
” I rubbed my thumb along her rosy cheek.
“I may have lost the bet, but I won the girl. You’re mine.
” I kissed her passionately, our tongues dancing in slow and intimate.
“I don’t belong to anyone, cowboy.” Faye tapped my nose in a playful manner. I grabbed Faye’s chin as I bit her bottom lip.
“Well, you do now.” I placed my hand on her chest, feeling her heartbeat. “This is mine. Say it, Faye.” I placed her on top of my lap, her back to my steering wheel.
“You’re crazy,” she cooed, and grabbed my stubble face with her hands as we peered into each other’s eyes, penetrating our souls. Oh, how I ached for her.
“Tell me, baby girl.” I kissed her as I held the back of her neck. I felt somehow like her soul called to mine in ways others couldn’t. And that was something I wasn’t ready to tell her, because I didn’t want to scare her away.
“I’m yours, Grimwood,” Faye whispered to me closely.
She lifted her mouth from mine as she said it, kissing me between each word.
Taunting me, knowing in this very moment she had doomed me entirely for anyone else, ever.
How could I feel such a connection in such little time.
How could she feel like home? Was I mad?
Was I so love-drunk off of her I was somehow imagining this?
It was the way she gazed not at me, but into me, like she had before for so long, in another time, in another life.
Feeling like somehow these eyes, to this soul, were windows I’ve peered into before, seeking refuge, and comfort.
Somehow I had made it out of my memories and back into my empty bed with cum all over my sheets.
A bed I wished she was in. Was I insane for having these thoughts?
She had a whole life after me; a marriage and a kid.
Maybe I didn’t even know her at all anymore.
Maybe she wasn’t even that girl that I fell in love with.
It was so long ago, and both our lives had changed so much.
I’d seen a lot of Stefani in the town over the years, and she was always welcoming and kind to me.
Even though I had broken her daughter’s heart.
She never mentioned her to me and I never asked.
I couldn’t bring myself to do it, no matter how badly I wanted to.
When I had heard she ran off just a few months after our breakup with an older guy, I thought she would be happier with him.
Even though it killed me inside. Even though I thought of her every day for five long, miserable years.
I loved Faye so deeply I just wanted her happy, even if it wasn’t with me.
Faye remembered me as a young adolescent who broke her heart.
The farm boy who was too scared to fight for what he loved out of insecurity and uncertainty.
I was not that young boy anymore. I had done and seen things in these last five years that I wouldn’t even know how to speak out loud to her.
The thought of her running away from me, after finding out the truth I’d come to live and face, was a hard pill to swallow.
I looked down at my Reaper ring, playing with it with my thumb.
I was a Grimwood, always would be. This was my life, my mission.
A Grimwood or not, I highly doubted she would even entertain this life of morbidity and secrets.
After her reaction to me the last couple of times, it was like I was a disease and she wanted to stay as far away from me as possible.
Which was fair, considering the note we left off.
But it was splitting me in two. How long would she deny our connection?
Damn stubborn woman. After Faye and I split I became a wreck.
I was drinking just to forget her and getting into trouble and fights.
I was already numb, so nothing else mattered.
I had lost more than Faye. I lost myself too.
I spent every second that first year numbing myself in Norway, running away from us, just like she did.
The thought of her marrying and baring someone else’s child was like a knife to the gut, and I was bleeding out, dying a slow miserable death.
I'd rather reap a thousand souls than relive the pain of losing her again.