Chapter 32 Faye
My shift dragged on, mostly because I couldn’t stop thinking about everything Jax had expressed to me.
I wasn’t expecting it and was surely not expecting it out front of the arcade after a run in with that sucia, Cindy, my nemesis from high school.
Jax was right, I had no right being upset that I didn’t know he and Cindy used to be together.
I literally ran off and married a man two hours away.
He owed me nothing. We lived two separate lives for years.
But it still pissed me off. Out of all his pickings it just had to be her?
The popular cheerleader, who constantly threw herself at whichever cowboy won the rodeos in town, or had the most money and land.
A buckle bunny if I ever saw one. I sighed in disgust.
“What’s wrong, chica, you look like someone shit in your Cheerios this morning.” Avi said, coming from the back after restocking the bar. I told her everything, minus the painful memory of the miscarriage, and the paranormal shit.
She sat on the bar just listening to my novella of a life.
“Trust me when I tell you, you have nothing to worry about when it comes to Cindy.” Avi chuckled, and hopped off the counter.
“The Grimwood’s couldn’t stand her, especially his mom, Diana.
” For some odd reason this made me feel better.
“Diana would always talk and ask about you at family functions, and it would drive Cindy bonkers,” Avi said, laughing.
“He broke up with her last Thanksgiving. The girl seriously needs to get over it.”
I noticed a wound on her right shoulder. She winced and grabbed it. “Are you okay?” I asked her, concerned, eyeballing the wound that was bandaged and wrapped with a red bandana.
“Oh yeah, I’m good, chica. I got hurt while working out the other day, no big deal.
” Avi laughed it off. This did check out, considering her and Creed were deeply into fitness.
I tracked back to her comment from before.
“On Thanksgiving, huh?” I asked, a lump catching in my throat.
That was the day I had the miscarriage. The day my life seemed to change forever.
Our lives forever. Did I overreact? No, fuck that, he still had a lot of explaining to do.
We both did. I had exactly thirty minutes until my shift was over.
I glanced at the clock, and peeped back at it every few minutes.
“Go. Go get your man, girl. I got the bar,” Avi said from behind the bar.
“You’re the best, Avi.” So thankful for her, I hugged her tight.
“Don’t I know it!” she shouted out while I gathered my belongings, running out the door.
Everything he had told me earlier… he was telling the truth.
Not that I thought Jax was lying. But after Avi told me he broke it off with Cindy on Thanksgiving Day, I knew why.
I needed him to know that the past haunted me, too.
I needed him to know he wasn’t alone in grieving our unborn child.
I didn’t know what I would say, or even do. I just knew I had to go to him.
I pulled up to the black barndominium, rushing out as I slammed my truck door, running to the porch and knocking on the door hard.
It was merely seconds before the living room and porch lights went on.
I could hear heavy boots shuffling behind the door.
It was him, I could sense him. Jax opened the door, looking a mess, holding a bottle of Tennessee Whiskey in his hand, with his dark brown hair disheveled.
He stood there in those damn gray sweatpants in utter shock.
“What are you doing here, it’s two a.m.?” Jax asked, running his hand through his beard.
“Ask me again.” I said, standing on his porch, while the light rain started to patter on the wood frames.
“What?” Jax was seemingly puzzled.
“Ask me again, Jax,” I said, stepping a foot towards him, touching his broad chest in his black cotton tee. It dawned on him like a light bulb went off. “Ask me,” I whispered to him in close proximity, our eyes reading each other like a scripture.
“Did you think of me, Faye?” he asked, with a lump in his throat as we faced each other closely in the doorway.
“Every day,” I whispered into his mouth. A tear rolled down his cheek as I kissed it, the salty tear leaving its presence on my lips. Jax took a heavy breath, his shoulders visibly becoming less tense and lighter.
Jax lifted me as I wrapped my legs around him.
We kissed with a desperation—a kinetic passion, kissing the pain away in a frenzy of sensual eagerness.
He placed his fingers between my neck and hair, as we stole each other’s breaths.
We bumped into the stair case and knocked over the coat rack.
“Shit.” Jax attempted to pick it up. “Fuck it.” We chuckled in the dark as he carried me to his room.
I tugged his shirt off, throwing it on the wooden floor.
Jax laid me down gently on his bed, gazing down at me, lost in a fever of passion.
Our breaths became rapid. I panted, waiting for him to take me.
I ran my hands through his heavily inked torso.
He was so intoxicatingly beautiful. A piece of dark hair fell before his hazel eyes, biting his lip as he unbuckled his pants and slid them off.
He was so hard, his length was straining against his boxer brief’s.
I pulled them down his muscular waist. His cock bobbed in the air, begging to be taken.
I wanted him inside of me so badly. I grabbed his pulsing hard length, and Jax began groaning in my hands.
I took him into my mouth, salivating at the taste of him.
“Fuck, Faye,” he groaned. I licked the slit at the tip of his head, teasing him like he teased me in the barn.
I’d make sure he’d never take another puta sucia into his barn again.
Claiming and possessing what was mine, I took him in my mouth, fully choking on his girth.
I could barely fit him into my mouth, spitting on it and making it a slobbery mess, driving him to come in my mouth.
Jax grabbed me by the back of my hair, making a ponytail with his hand, shoving his hard cock down my throat, making me take him deeper and deeper, suffocating my air.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby,” he moaned as I gagged on his thick, full length, slurping on his cock as he groaned, pumping into my mouth over and over, choking me. Tears built as I gasped for air. “That’s right, weep on my cock, little ljos.”
My core pulsed as he grabbed the back of my head, pulling me off him.
While saliva dripped from my mouth, he stuck his tongue in my mouth, fierce and wild.
Jax took my leggings off along with my red thong and stroked himself.
“Are you going to be a good girl now?” he groaned, pumping his throbbing cock in his hand in front of my face, teasing me.
“Yes,” I begged, desperate for him, my core already soaked and ready.
“Tell me you want me,” he cooed, rubbing the tip of his dick on my mouth.
“I want you inside me. Please, Jax,” I pleaded for him to take me.
“Show me how wet you are,” he demanded, spreading my legs so he could see my aching pussy as it pulsed for him.
“You’re glistening for me, baby,” he said, reaching behind me, trying to lift my shirt.
I attempted to stop him, ashamed of my stretch marks.
“You’re not going to hide from me, I want all of you, Faye,” he whispered into my mouth, kissing me sinfully with his hand on my throat.
I took off my shirt, trying to cover myself with my arms, ashamed.
Jax grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head.
“Look at me,” he said, as tears gathered in the corner of my eyes.
“You’re beautiful, Faye.” He grabbed my breasts, licking and suckling at my pierced nipples, squeezing my breasts hard, making my nipples protrude and ache, milking them as I moaned.
He made his way to my stomach slowly, kissing my stretch marks intimately.
I lost myself in sweet pleasure, my pussy drenched.
Jax kissed my stomach slowly, making his way down to my hot core as he spanked my swollen, needy clit with his hard, throbbing cock, making my body beg for the friction.
“Please, I want you,” I moaned, my juices covering the top of his head. The veins protruding and thick, ready to burst.
“I know, little ljos, I want you, too. So damn bad. But I’m going to make you beg for it. I want you to remember what you ran away from, because you’re never going to run away from me ever again. This pussy, this body, this soul, all of you, is all for me.”
Jax got up and went to the side of his bed, opening his drawer and taking out a vibrator in a brand new box, before placing it on my throbbing clit.
He put his other hand around my throat and squeezed the sides tight.
“Fuck this vibrator like it’s my cock, and I’ll reward you, baby girl,” Jax demanded.
I rocked my hips back and forth on the overwhelming vibrations.
“If you want my cock, you need to come for me all over this vibrator. I want it wet, sticky, and drenched in your juices,” Jax said, as he kept the vibrator on my sensitive clit, sliding two fingers inside my drenched, pulsing core.
My heavy breasts bounced every time I bucked against the vibrator, moaning in ecstasy.
“Don’t hold back, give it to me,” he purred, sliding in and out of me, and touching that sweet spot.
I began exploding in orgasmic pleasure as the vibrator clung to my G-spot.
I moaned, breathing heavily, my milky come seeping onto the vibrator.
“That’s such a good girl. You came so good for me,” Jax whispered into my ear, sucking on my ear lobe.
He took out the vibrator and began licking up my come from the device.
“I can’t take it,” I gasped feeling outside of my body.
“You’re going to take it.” He stroked his pulsing cock with his wet fingers, kissing me so deeply and passionately our tongues melted into each other, our souls meshed forever.
Jax grabbed my ankles, putting them by my head as he slapped my drenched core with his bobbing cock, making me moan in anticipation.
“Please, fuck me, please,” I begged, my pussy needing to be taken
“I love when you beg for my cock, sweet girl.” Jax slowly pushed inside of me. I watched as his length slid into me, and I gasped as he filled me up.
“You take me so well,” he said, grabbing my throat and gazing deeply into my eyes. “Tell me you missed me, baby.” He continued to pump into me harder as he rubbed my clit with his thumb, making me soaked.
“I missed you,” I gasped, my pussy stretched for him with every pump.
“Eyes on me,” he demanded, squeezing my throat while he bent down and kissed me ferociously and deep, our foreheads meeting.
“Fuck, you feel so good. I missed you so much, baby,” he groaned, both of us moaning against each other’s lips as he spilled into me, coating me with his warm, orgasmic bliss at the same explosive instant.
Both of us were in perfect climax harmony. We both finished with panting breaths and racing hearts. I collapsed onto his bed out of breath as he held me.
“Yup, still as good as I remember,” he sighed, laying down in bed next to me.
I smacked his shoulder as we both chuckled and fell asleep wrapped up and intertwined in each other’s arms. It was the first night I’d felt safe in years.
This man was my undoing. Our sex so raw and passionate.
The way he made me feel… Nobody, not another soul on this planet could make me feel the way he did.
My safe space. No nightmares, no stress, no fear.
A weight lifted from my chest. He was mine and I was his.
My very own moon, illuminating the darkest parts of my soul hidden away from the world. A darkness only he could tame.