Chapter 22 Jax
It’s been a couple of days since my last encounter with Faye.
I didn’t want her to feel like I was stalking her, and fuck me, I was, but she didn’t need to know that.
I could smell Faye’s arousal on my bike, after spotting her grind on my seat at a simple touch.
My poor girl was touch-deprived, starved of pleasure.
Meaning she hadn’t been with anyone else since her divorce; that sweet nectar needing to be tasted by Death itself.
She was desperate for me, rubbing her sweet little cunt all over my bike.
She’s so lucky I’ve mastered restraint, otherwise I would have taken both holes right there in the desert.
Letting the wild animals watch me ravish her sweet, tight hole.
I was irritated at my own sexual frustration.
Fuck, I loved when she toyed with me—our own special little game, always challenging each other.
Who would break first? I snickered at the thought.
I would be the one to shatter her, make her quiver, and I would make sure I would be the last. On top of that, after being followed by a coyote in the desert the other night, I needed to keep a close eye on Faye.
If my girl wanted to play, that’s exactly what we would do.
I was salivating at the thought. That invincible thread was binding and thickening between us again.
Nobody ever made me feel that invincible thread that binds my sinful heart.
It was why she strayed from any moment too passionate with me.
It was still there, wasn’t it? Like a splinter at my side.
An intangible itch that drives you with hunger.
She could try to fight the chemistry between us, but it was no use.
She didn’t understand that she belonged to me.
Forged like a fucking sigil upon my very existence.
I was a very impatient man indeed. This thread between us was becoming violent with a needy unison.
Something morbid and dangerous was following Faye that night.
Something that knew it didn’t stand a chance with me there by her side.
But why and who sent it, is the question?
Vexatious fury built inside me. I would find them and torture them until they screamed and truth spewed from their mouths as I yanked out their guts and hung them from their very fucking intestines.
I was seething at the very thought. It would be a joyous hunt.
It was becoming difficult to stay away from my little light.
Her light sparked yet again and I would make sure it stayed that way, because if anyone or anything got in my way, it would mean death.
She’s almost there but not quite. She isn’t ready yet, but I’d get her there.
The chemistry between us was too electrifying to resist. I’ve fucked many from Norway to here.
I’ve seen it all, I’ve had it all, but nobody ever compared to her.
I saw no one else. I was fucking endless women and imagining it was my Faye for years, needing her, missing her.
Those two years in prison were long and lonely.
Every night I fantasized about her. I wanted her so badly.
I wanted to melt into her like I used to.
I wanted to kiss her heart-shaped lips. I wanted to lick her neck and bite it like I used to, knowing it drove her feral.
Faye was the first girl I had made love to, our intimacy was different.
It was unmatched. It wasn’t just fucking, it was more than that—a merge of souls and exotic pleasure so intoxicating it made you drunk.
I’d been chasing that feeling ever since.
Maybe that’s why nobody else could compare to her.
I watched her dance on that bar, witnessing the girl I fell in love with peep out of her wounds.
Watching her needy for me on my bike, her body begging for me, it was worth it all and more.
There was a light back in her eyes that night.
A light that I wanted to see in them forever.
The way she grabbed me as she stared into me with those dark almond eyes and long luscious lashes, bewitched me all over again.
Faye thought she had lost herself, and maybe she had for a while, but she was still in there fighting to come out, like buttons hanging on by the seams. It was becoming hard to deny what we were feeling.
I knew her soul, it was a script I’ve read for a thousand years.
She was still trying to fight me, us, like she always did.
Afraid of the what if’s and other bullshit.
She was still my Faye, I just needed to see a glimpse, I needed to feel it, sense it.
What if I never got this chance again? I thought I’d take one look at her and my resentment would build.
But the moment I saw her after five years proved I never was angry with her to begin with. I was angry with myself.
I couldn’t contain my want and need for her any longer. I needed to tell Faye how I felt. The silence and unspoken words slithered their way into my throat. I couldn’t fucking breathe another day without her.
Avi and Creed’s engagement party was this month and I knew she would be there.
If I could get her alone for just ten minutes.
Ten minutes was all I needed. Shit, I had waited years.
There was one thing Faye always had, and that was passion and chemistry, and lots of it—sometimes too much of it.
We were both wild souls, brazen, and opinionated, strong-willed and ruthless.
We were too much alike in the ways that all my fears and insecurities crippled me as she mirrored those flaws back at me, taunting me in the flesh.
I needed to tell her with words that I was still hers, and she was mine.
Enough with the taunting games. It was fun, but Faye needed to be taken, cleansed of her sins, her pleasures met, and loved wildly.
Nobody on this fucking Earth could love her like I could and she knew it. It was time.