Chapter 21 Faye #2
Who was this tattooed, outlaw man before me?
How did he change so much and what did these patched coats mean?
Those questions fed my curiosity. I noticed his hand in the dirt right by mine covered with tattoos and scars; not even the ink thick enough to cover them.
I grabbed his hand, running my finger along them.
The air became thick between us. Jax peered into me, our eyes meeting one another’s.
“Tell me,” I whispered to him. Jax grabbed his hand back, his internal struggle evident in his eyes.
This damn cowboy, always so hot and cold.
“Hey,” I said, grabbing his bearded chin.
“Talk to me, Grimwood.” His hand met mine gently.
I could sense the hesitation lingering in the air.
I’ve known this man for too long to know when something was weighing heavy on him.
He could hide from the world, but he couldn’t hide from me, I saw him.
“You’re right, we don’t have to talk about it,” I replied, attempting to turn from him when he grabbed me by my waist gently and pulled me back.
“The truth is, I started drinking heavily after we broke up. I couldn’t handle it.
I did a lot of numbing,” he said. Tears began flooding my eyes as I tried to stay focused on his words.
Jax stood up from the cliff. Sensing his nervous energy, I let him speak.
“I hurt somebody really bad, Faye. I went to prison for two years for aggravated assault charges.” Stillness took over me while I let his words seep into me, trying to make sense of it all.
“Why?” I asked in a whisper, looking at him in disbelief.
“He was an evil man, Faye, and somebody had to do something,” he said, his blood beginning to pulse.
I knew I was in sensitive territory, so I quickly changed the subject, detecting his demeanor. “Okay. So, tell me about your brothers, your dad. Give me something, Jax, please.”
My eyes softened while I listened to Jax tell me the course of his life over the last five years. We sat close, underneath the moonlight, as I soaked this reunion in. He was still my Jax, yet he was also someone else, just like I was. We were still the same, yet so different.
“I took off to Norway to be with my uncles first, then Creed, then Ryker. The incarceration didn’t happen until I got back.
It was a different world out there, a different way of life out in those mountains.
” I watched him speak, as his eyes dimmed.
“My brothers did well while I was in, they wrote to me every month. Creed went off and joined the Marines, becoming a sniper, and Ryker, being the brain that he is, got a degree in computer science,” he said, crushing the can with his hand.
“I knew it, so you are all vigilantes!” I chuckled, smacking him on the shoulder to lighten the mood.
“Hardly, we’re way cooler.” Jax chuckled lightly.
It was dead silent again as his eyes landed on my lips. Don’t you fucking do it. I knew all it would take was one kiss to break every wall I built these last few months. I couldn’t let him break down the barrier I built.
“I thought of you every day, Faye,” Jaxon said, disrupting the silence. I gulped his words down, as if I didn’t just hear them, ignoring his statement.
“So, how is Bjorn?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t say those words again.
“Pop is getting old, those bones are finally getting weathered,” Jax responded, chuckling under his breath.
The stars twinkled in his hazel eyes. How could a man be so devastatingly beautiful?
“We took over the farm last year, after I got out of prison.” I was still shocked every time he mentioned it.
“I can’t believe you’re a criminal. Look at me living dangerously,” I said, taunting him jokingly.
“So, you’re not going to judge me?” he asked, throwing a tiny stick at me. I picked up the branch, swiping it across his chest.
“I’ve known you since we were kids, Grimwood.
I know you wouldn’t have hurt that man unless he called for it.
Plus, after dealing with the family system this past year, I’m afraid I don’t have much faith in the justice system myself.
” My eyes went somber. I never wanted to leave this bubble, just the thought fractured my spirit.
I overlooked the town, the little houses looking like micro beads of light.
“We should get back. It’s late,” I said, sighing, turning away from the view I never wanted to leave, reality smacking me wide in the face.
“Yeah, let’s get going,” Jax said, handing me back my helmet.
The drive back to the saloon was quiet. I was still full of questions and emotions.
Jax grabbed my hand around his waist, and began rubbing my thumb with his during the drive back.
My stomach was doing twirls I in no way asked for or gave permission.
Damn you, Grimwood. I felt the bike engine vibrate underneath me, wishing I could grind on it to get more friction.
The need to ride this man’s beard was indescribable.
He knew what he was doing, and I wanted to play back.
I reached my hand down his jeans as we swiftly drove through the curvy, dark desert roads.
It was just us and the moon. I began rubbing his hard cock underneath his jeans, his long girthy length growing with every movement, as it bobbed against his pants. Jax groaned underneath his helmet.
“Are you trying to make me crash, baby girl?” he groaned, his cock throbbing under his jeans.
The pet name—my pet name—still his baby girl.
Fuck me, I hated myself for wanting him so bad.
I was soaked and needy and he knew it. I started grinding my aching core on his bike as I took out his thick bobbing cock, his head swollen and already ready to come.
“You keep pumping me like that, Faye, and I will stop this bike and fuck you so hard while all the desert animals watch you scream,” he groaned underneath his helmet.
I smiled cheekily. Knowing I was teasing him to the brink was always my favorite.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what he said on the cliff.
I thought about you every day. I spat on my hand and brought it back to his cock as I pumped him, hearing his muffled groans under the helmet, driving me crazy.
My pussy was soaked. I grinded on his bike faster, pumping him so deliciously until his warm come coated my hands wrapped around his length.
“Grind that pussy on my bike for me, Faye, I want to hear you come.” I began riding his bike faster as he zoomed through the desert roads. I could feel my orgasm building like a rapture, the metal grinding against my pulsing wet clit, moans escaping my breath.
“Show me how much you missed me, baby girl,” Jax demanded.
I fantasized it was his cock I was riding, becoming undone underneath the moon’s luminous shade, pure ecstasy bolting through my body like electricity.
I hadn’t climaxed like that in so long, I had to try and catch my breath.
I hung on to Jax tight, not wanting to let him go.
I didn’t want to stop. I just wanted to drown out the world, keep riding and drift off into the sunrise.
The ride sadly came to an abrupt stop when we stopped in front of the saloon and he dropped me off at my car, just as promised.
“I owe you five-hundred, don’t I?” Jax took out his leather wallet from his jean pocket.
“A deal is a deal,” I replied. I completely forgot about the money.
It wasn’t even a factor anymore. I had other things on my mind.
Like the fact that Jax and I almost kissed and I was rubbing on his dick the whole drive back.
He followed me home, not taking off until he saw I had made it safely in the house.
I watched from Ma’s front window as he rode away on his Harley, and a piece of me went with him.
This was bad… very bad. Another pull from the thread from my iced, concave heart.