A week later I’m in the very place I thought I’d never be able to step foot in again, my kitchen. Jaxson took care of making sure the kitchen was thoroughly cleaned; he even bought a new kitchen table for me. You could still smell the fresh paint on the walls and it made me shudder to think that they weren’t able to clean it enough without having to repaint.
Things have been strained between us lately to say the least. Ever since we found out from Cooper that Wyatt had an air tight alibi for that night Jaxson has been on edge. There’s a quiet rage around him now that wasn’t there before. He’s always on guard, not letting me go anywhere by myself and gets angry if I even suggest it. He’s been having nightmares too, but anytime I try to talk about it with him he says he’s fine and doesn’t want to talk about it. Before all this things had been so amazing for us. I could feel him opening up to me, letting me in more than he ever had before, but since that night he’s just completely shut me out and it breaks my heart. To make matters worse I’ve been feeling terrible lately. I’m so tired all the time and my stomach is constantly queasy.
My phone rings, bringing me out of my depressing thoughts. Before I can answer it Jaxson comes charging in, throwing his hand up at me, telling me to stay where I am.
I watch him answer it. “Hello,” his icy tone annoys me, what if it’s my Grams?
“Who’s this… ya hold on.”
He hands me the phone, “Some Don Thomson from Foothills Elementary?”
I gasp and rip the phone from him, excitement humming through my body, “Hello, Mr. Thomson?”
A huge smile takes over my face as Don tells me I got the job. I start dancing around silently, fist pumping the air. He tells me that I’ll be subbing till Christmas but after that my position will become full time and I’ll be teaching grade two. I thank him for the opportunity and hang up.
I look over at Jaxson leaning against the counter, watching me with a smile.
“Oh my god Jaxson!! I got the job! I got the job! I got the job!” I run and launch myself at him, he catches me laughing.
“Congratulations Jules, you’re going to be a great teacher.”
It’s the first time in a week I’ve heard his tone soft and genuine. It warms my heart and makes my throat tight. I rest my forehead against his and kiss him, slow and deep, showing him how much I’ve missed him. When I pull back there’s a fire in his eyes that I haven’t seen since we came back and feeling his erection against my stomach starts a sharp ache between my legs. Just as I lean in to kiss him again my stomach rolls, “Oh no!” I shove away from him and run to the bathroom slamming the door behind me. I make it just in time to empty everything I ate for lunch in the toilet.
“Uhhh!” I groan and lean my head against the side of the toilet, the cold porcelain bringing small relief. I startle when a cold cloth hits my forehead. Shooting my eyes open I see Jaxson looking at me in concern. “Oh god, did you really just watch me throw up? That is so not hot.”
He chuckles then leans in, kissing the side of my neck, “There’s nothing you could do that would make you not hot.”
I arch an eyebrow, calling him a liar, which makes him chuckle again. His expression quickly changes back to concerned, “How long has this been going on?”
“I knew I was coming down with something the night of Kayla’s and Coop’s engagement supper because I had been feeling so tired. Just this last week I’ve been queasy; this is the only time I actually got sick.” I shrug, “I’m sure it’s just stress running me down.”
His concerned gaze stays trained on me, “Make an appointment for the doctors Jules.”
“Jax, I’m fine, it’s just the flu or something.”
“I still want you to book an appointment, just in case alright?”
“Alright,” I say giving in.
He kisses my forehead, “Can I get you something?”
I shake my head and get up, “I’m going to go call Gram and tell her my good news,” I kiss his cheek then walk out.
After I hang up from Gram I go online to look at my bank account. I had a decent amount in savings but without a steady pay check till after Christmas I may need to look into a part time job.
My eyes widen in shock when I look at my balance, “What on earth? This can’t be right.” Going through my history I see there’s no mistake someone deposited $10,000 in my account.
Who would do that? Grams? No she would have told me, wouldn’t she?
Logging off, I go into the kitchen and grab a Pepsi from the fridge. Leaning against the counter I think about why Grams would deposit money and not say something.
“What’s wrong?” Jaxson asks from the kitchen table.
“Someone deposited ten thousand dollars in my account. It could only be Grams, but why would she not…”
“It was me.”
I snap my head up so fast I almost get whip lash. “What? Why?”
“Because I told you I would pay you back for Germany.”
I narrow my eyes at him and feel my blood start to boil. “First off Jaxson, it was nowhere near ten thousand dollars. And secondly, I told you I didn’t want your damn money.”
He shrugs easily, “Don’t worry about.”
I slam my pop down on the counter, “Are you listening to me? I am not taking it Jaxson so you can forget about it.”
“Yes you are Julia.”
I grind my teeth, his arrogance building my fury, “Who the hell do you think you are? You don’t go and deposit sums of money in people’s accounts and not tell them…”
“I knew you wouldn’t accept it otherwise.”
“Exactly! So what does that tell you? I’m serious, I’m going to the bank tomorrow, withdrawing that money and giving it back.”
“Jesus Julia, what the hell is your problem? Just take the fucking money!”
“No! I am not your whore!”
He shoots out of his chair throwing it against the wall, “What the fuck are you talking about? That doesn’t even make sense?”
My body vibrates with fury, “It means just because you’re fucking me it doesn’t give you a right to deposit money into my account. How could you…” I grab on to the counter, feeling light headed.
“Jesus, would you just calm down,” I hear Jaxson start over to me, but I throw my hand up to hold him off.
Once my dizziness passes I straighten, “I’m giving the money back and that’s final,” then I walk out, heading to my room upstairs, and slam the door.
After an hour of staying locked in my bedroom and ignoring Jaxson I decide to run a bubble bath. Throwing my hair up in a messy bun and turning on my Ipod for music, I climb into the hot sudsy water and start to feel slightly more relaxed.
The big claw foot tub is my favorite place in the house, and when I say big I mean big. I could stretch out at the bottom of it and my feet still wouldn’t hit the end.
With my head lying against the pink bath pillow I close my eyes and hum softly to my new favorite song as it comes on- Pink’s duet with Nate Russ, ‘Just Give Me A Reason’.
The room suddenly becomes hotter; awareness seeps into my body when I feel someone’s gaze on me. Already knowing who it is I open my eyes to see Jaxson leaning against the closed bathroom door watching me. His fierce expression shoots tingles through my body and straight between my legs.
“You still mad at me?”
“Ya,” I say truthfully, but softly.
His lips twitch with a smile then he starts towards me. His strides are slow and confident as he pulls his shirt off. My heart rate kicks up as I appreciate every bare inch of him that’s on display.
Holy mother of god the man is beautiful.
His body is absolute perfection- hard and strong, capable of both pleasure and pain.
I wait for him to take off his pants and join me but he doesn’t. Instead he kneels on the floor beside the tub. Leaning over he cups the side of my neck, running his thumb along my pulse point that’s beating rapidly. The simple touch is electrifying, breaking goosebumps over my body even though I’m surrounded by hot water.
“Please take the money Jules,” his soft tone contradicts the fire that’s in his eyes right now.
I narrow my eyes, “No! And don’t think for one second that I don’t know what you’re up to.”
He smirks, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He leans in to kiss my neck and I try pushing him away, “Yes you do. Now get your sexy lips away from me.”
He chuckles and grabs my wrist so I can’t hold him off, then he’s planting soft kisses along my jaw, down my throat… Oh god! My body is so hyper-aware of him right now, every soft touch of his lips brings intense need to course through my body. I’m incredibly grateful for the bubbles that cover my body, hiding the effect he’s having on me. He trails his soft warm mouth back up my throat heading towards my lips. I move my head to the side but he grasps my chin firmly between his thumb and finger, holding me in place, while his lips descend on mine.
I keep my mouth soft and slack, trying to not let him get to me, but oh god it’s difficult.
“Come on baby, kiss me, I know you want too.”
“Uh uh.”
He snickers and continues his teasing assault on my lips, swiping his tongue across my top lip, grabbing my bottom one between his teeth. And it’s the little sting that breaks me. Moaning I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss the ever-loving shit out of him.
A feral growl erupts from him; my lips tingling from the vibration of it. One hand dips into the water, grabbing my hip, then slides up my stomach to my breast. He circles my nipple with his finger, teasing, but never touching.
When I pull away to take in air, he moves to my throat. “Come in here with me,” I say breathlessly, gripping his bare shoulders.
“I’m not much of a bath guy Jules, but fuck do you make me wish I was.” He sinks both hands in the water now and spans my hips. “Sit up a bit higher baby,” he helps me move into a higher position, bringing my breasts out of the water, bubbles lightly surrounding them. “Goddamn woman, seeing you all hot and wet like this, surrounded by bubbles,” a rough sound erupts from the back of his throat, “makes me so fucking hard.”
Oh! His erotic words has me squeezing my legs together to try and relieve the ache that pulses between them. Leaning down he sucks a peaked nipple into his mouth, then he bites down. Hard.
“Ahhh!” I scream and dig my nails into his shoulder; my clit swelling from the almost too much pain. He licks and blows on my aching nipple, bringing it back to flare with pleasure. He moves on to the next one, giving it the same greedy attention it thrives for. My hips raise in the water, begging for the attention it desperately craves, but Jaxson ignores it.
I whimper, “Please Jaxson.”
“What do you want Julia?”
Is he serious?
“Touch me,” I say, letting out a frustrated moan.
“I am touching you.”
I moan again in frustration, “No, here,” I say, bringing his hand off my hip to the ache between my legs.
He groans, “My fucking pleasure.” He runs a finger through my slit, grazing the spot that most craves attention. My knees fall open to give him more access.
“Touch yourself Jules.”
My eyes snap from his hand that’s between my legs, to his intense lust-filled gaze.
“Wh, what?” I stammer with embarrassment.
He grabs one of my hands and places it on my breast, “Touch your tits. Show me how you like me to touch you.”
He senses my hesitation, “Don’t be embarrassed baby, it’s just me.”
I’ve only ever touched myself a few times and everytime I did I had always thought about Jaxson. He starts working his fingers through me again, circling my swollen clit.
I let my head fall back to the pillow and close my eyes, letting the sensation from his fingers take over my body. Music still fills the air and I let the soft sound wash over me, easing some of my hesitation. I start kneading my breast that Jaxson covered my hand with. My tight nipple scraping against my palm. Pretending it’s Jaxson’s hand on me I tug and roll the tight tip between my fingers. His hand skims right over my clit the same time I pinch my nipple. I moan and slide my other hand up my stomach to cup the other breast, freely giving into the pleasure I can bring myself. Gasping, I tug and tweak my nipples, reenacting what Jaxson does to them.
“That’s it baby, show me what you like… you’re so fucking sexy.”
Hearing the rough arousal in his voice spurs me on and I completely abandon myself to my touch. I feel him watching me, his hot gaze heating the air around us.
“Have you touched yourself before Jules?”
I moan from his erotic question. When I don’t answer he slams a finger inside of me. I gasp and arch into his finger, “Yes,” I say breathlessly, “and I always thought of you when I did. Always imagined it was your hands on me.”
“Jesus.”
I cry out as he slams a second finger inside of me. In the distance of the sensations crashing through my body I hear Jaxson undoing his belt. Shooting my eyes open I see him stroking himself. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen and the pulse between my legs becomes agonizing. I keep my gaze trained on his movement, not being able to take my eyes away from his beautiful hard cock. The swollen head is flushed purple and when pre-cum spills over the tip I lick my lips and whimper, wishing it was spilling in my mouth.
With his fingers still thrusting inside of me, Jaxson shoves the heel of his hand right against the spot that aches for contact. I whimper again and feel my orgasm start to build low in my tummy making my heart beat faster.
“Do you like watching me Julia?”
“Yes,” I moan and push against his hand.
“Since the day I’ve laid eyes on you, you’re all I thought about every time I stroked my cock. I’d imagine what you’d look like over top of me, underneath me, on your hands and knees in front of me,” he growls, “and you’re even fucking better than I could have ever imagined.”
The dam breaks free, his erotic words sending me over the edge, “That’s it baby, come all over my fingers.” The intense orgasm crashes through my body, stealing the breath from my lungs. Jaxson keeps his rhythm till I’m soft and limp. Slowly coming back from bliss I look over and see him still stroking himself. I rip his arm from between my legs and sit up quickly. Leaning over I give him a quick hard kiss, “Stop,” I whisper against his lips, removing his hand from himself, “I want to finish you with my mouth.”
“Fuck me!” He stands up in a flash and drops his jeans just enough to fully free his cock. Before he can even guide it to my mouth, I’m on him. Tonguing and sucking, taking him as deep as I can possibly go, my hand stroking where I can’t reach with my mouth.
His throaty groans empower me. Looking up I see him watching me, his jaw clenched, gaze wild and raw. I slowly suck back to the head and give him a show, swirling my tongue around the swollen tip. “Jesus Christ!” He pulls my hair loose from its hold on the top of my head and tightly wraps my loose strands around his fist, causing a delicious sting to my scalp. He helps control my movement and pumps his hips, fucking my mouth. “That’s it baby, suck my dick, just like that.” I whimper from his erotic words. When he hits the back of my throat, I keep him there for a second and swallow.
“Shit!” He tries to pull my head back but I fight against it. “Julia baby, I’m going to fucking come any second so if you don’t want to swallow it you better move your goddamn mouth.” I moan, letting him know I want it, and quicken my pace, sucking him harder and faster. “Fuck!” His head falls back with a roar as his cock pulses, spilling a hot stream of semen down my throat. I keep my rhythm and drink every bit of pleasure that spills from him.
“Jesus,” he falls to his knees as if he physically can’t stand a second longer and it gives me pleasure knowing I could bring a man as strong and powerful as him to his knees. Literally. He kisses me slow and deep. Pulling his mouth away he leans his forehead against mine and cups the side of my neck, “You’re fucking amazing and I’m the luckiest son of a bitch alive.”
I smile knowing what he’s telling me without having to say the words. I shake my head softly, “I’m the lucky one. I love you Jaxson, forever.”