Chapter 44 Faye
Before I knew it, November had passed and Christmas was almost here.
It had been a whole year of constant court battles, but knowing that it would soon be over was the biggest relief.
When Birdie was back home we all spent every second with her.
When Birdie was with Vadon on his visits, I spent every second I could with Jax and working.
Vadon had finally laid off and kept the pick-ups and drops-offs to minimal contact,which for some reason terrified me more.
Something morose and thick took up space in the pit of my stomach.
My nightmares had become unbearable. Oftentimes, Ma or Jax had to wake me from a cold sweat, the ghoulish visions were haunting me as I lay awake at night in terror.
I sipped my tea under the moon’s luminous gleam.
More often than not, I found I got peaceful sleep while with Jax.
He made me feel safe, wrapped up in his strong arms. It was my favorite place to be.
There was an energy in the air, a weariness I couldn’t place.
Despite allowing Jax in, I felt like there were still things he wasn’t telling me, and there were definitely eerie things I was keeping from him, though Jax had known about my nightmares since I was a kid.
Neither medication or therapy worked. Nightmares that felt more like memories, but not my own.
Visions of death and wretchedness. On top of that, I couldn’t get the look on Vadon’s face when Jax had him by the throat out of my mind.
It was the most traumatized I had ever seen him.
Instead of celebrating, I couldn’t help but wonder what he saw.
The look of horror was laid out on his face as I watched from the window.
Jax invited me over for a movie night while Birdie was on her visit.
I needed some time off work after the week that seemed like it dragged on, and this was a needed distraction.
This was the only way I coped when Birdie was away from me, and it sure as hell beat crying in my room all weekend.
I was so glad I was over that hump, but in no way did it ease my anxiety.
Vadon never touched Birdie. He saved all his wrath for me, and I’d take it tenfold for her again if I had to.
I prayed to the gods that the courts for once were right.
My heart was in their hands, in a tiny body I loved more than myself.
He laid hands on me, but never Birdie. He wouldn’t, would he?
These thoughts kept me from any sanity and sleeping through most nights while she was gone. A cave in my chest, empty.
Jax and I laid sprawled out on his large western leather sofa, eating popcorn and watching Lost Boys, our favorite classic vampire movie. My legs were wrapped around him while he rubbed my feet.
“Come here,” he said, giving me that lustful gaze.
I wanted nothing more than to be tied up and taken by this man who knew how to mend my heart.
I sat on his lap and kissed him deeply, feeling him harden and grow beneath my Ghost Face pajamas.
I began rocking back and forth on his hard imprint.
“Be careful what you ask for, little ljos.” I melted at my nickname—I’d never tire of it.
His hand slowly moved to the back of my head and grabbed the nape of my neck, tilting my head to the side and making my throat bare as he pecked it.
My core pulsed for him, feeling his cock bob against his sweats.
“Stand up,” Jax whispered near my ear, his silky rugged voice, my undoing.
I did as he said, and he pulled down my pajamas, leaving me in my thong.
“Turn around, baby girl,” Jax demanded, eyeing me up and down.
His girthy hard cock was visible from his sweats as he began to rub himself through the fabric, making my mouth salivate in desperate need.
What a sight to behold. I turned around as he slapped my ass hard, making my curvy cheeks jiggle, the sting immediately making me drenched.
Jax proceeded, taking my underwear off, my bare pussy throbbing in front of his face.
His hazel eyes burned wickedly at me, his smile menacing.
My breaths became rapid, my body aching to be touched.
I stood from the sofa and he began stuffing my soaked underwear into my mouth, my eyes going wide.
“We don’t want you waking Pop up, baby,” Jax cooed.
My legs began trembling, my mouth stuffed and my body needy.
Jaxon laid down on the large sofa, his dick standing up underneath his sweats.
“Ride my face, I want to taste you.” His demands ran a blazing heat through my flesh.
“I’m waiting,” Jaxon said, growing impatient.
Doing as I was told, I wrapped my thick thighs around his face, placing myself on my righteous throne.
Jax placed his hands around my ass, motioning for me to rock against his mouth.
His warm, wet tongue nipped at my pulsing clit, making me mumble out in pleasure as he began swirling his tongue over my slit, driving into my core.
“Take out my cock and rub it, pretty girl,” he said, as I pumped his hard length from behind me, feeling the precum on his slit as I rubbed his velvet, veiny, thick cock, rocking back and forth on his face.
Jax licked and sucked at my bud, making me cry out, the underwear in my mouth making my moans muffled as I climaxed, covering his mouth in my juices.
Jax took the thong out of my mouth and tossed it.
“Time for your other ride,” he groaned, lifting me off his face and placing me on his hard length like I weighed nothing but a damn feather.
His cock filled me up as I shuddered from the sensation of his length shoving inside of my soaked walls.
I rode him, bouncing up and down as he groaned.
“That’s it, baby, just like that,” Jax groaned.
He took my shirt off and started playing with my nipples, tugging on them hard, making me wince in pleasure.
He grabbed the back of my hair, pulling on it and making me ride him deeper and faster.
Jax bent down as he took my pierced nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard while I bounced on his soaked length.
“Are you gonna come all over my cock, Faye?” he asked with intoxicating lust in his hazel eyes.
“Yes,” I moaned, my breasts bouncing with every movement. Jax slapped my full breasts, leaving a red mark. The sting brought me to my brink. My pussy spasming on his hard shaft, feeling my fluids dripping from his length.
“Get on your knees,” he commanded, and I hopped off of him, still high off my orgasm, still needing and wanting more of him, my body begging for more.
“Open your mouth for me, baby,” he said, as he put his thumb in my mouth, the metal rings touching my lips as he began gagging me with it.
I opened wide, sticking out my tongue and waiting to drink his sinful liquid.
“Fuck, Faye, you look so pretty on your knees, mouth open, waiting for my come, you thirsty girl.” Jax released all over my face, the warm ribbons hitting my mouth.
I closed my milky-painted mouth as I swallowed.
“That’s such a good girl.” Jax kissed and tongued my mouth, moaning and groaning into my mouth.
We couldn’t get enough of each other—we were love-drunk, wasted off each other’s sins, the years we had to make up for.
“We taste so good together.” Jax wiped his come from my face with his thumb, licking the corner of my mouth as he groaned in pleasure.
I was stupidly in love with this man. Dickmatized.
After cleaning ourselves up, we cuddled on the sofa as if we both didn’t just finish on it.
“Guess we should rewind the movie?” Jax said, chuckling smugly and full of himself.
I threw my shirt at his head as we laughed quietly.
Silence fell between us, the questions eating me alive.
I couldn’t keep them in anymore. I needed to know.
There’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask for many years.
Something that has been taunting me, both flesh and mind
“Jax, why do you all go to Norway?”
Jax looked at me, perplexed and taken by surprise by the question that lingered heavily in the air. Jax popped a kernel of popcorn into his mouth, suddenly irritated. “Faye, why are you asking these questions?” He asked, sitting up on the couch, seemingly flustered.
“You left. No phone call, no goodbye, nothing. I just want to know.” I immediately regretted even asking. No, fuck that. I needed to know, dammit. So many of my questions were still unanswered, the tugging feeling in my gut driving me insane.
“It’s tradition once we turn nineteen. We go and spend time with our elders, I told you this,” he was seemingly stressed by the conversation.
“Why didn’t you say goodbye?” I asked him as I stood from the couch. “I deserve to know, Jaxon.”
His eyes were begging me to stop, but I couldn’t. I needed to know after all this time. I waited for him to respond, watching him try to find the words. “I just couldn’t, okay, Faye. Please, I don’t want to talk about this,” Jax huffed, attempting to change the subject.
No, he wasn’t going to dodge this question any longer. “Why can't you look at me when it gets brought up?” My skin was sizzling and I was running out of patience, becoming infuriated by his stubbornness.
“There’s so many things,I—” Jax paused before he could speak any word he might choke on.
“You what? Did something happen? You don’t ever talk about your time there. It’s like you’re still hiding from me. I’ve let you in, Jax, why won’t you let me in?” I exclaimed, desperate for any kind of answers from the man I loved so deeply.
Jax looked at me, broken. “There’s nothing to talk about,” he said, turning his face away from me.