Chapter Twenty-Six

Ruby

It’s a perfect day for an adventure. The cold of the winter has finally given way to the early warmth of the spring, there isn’t a cloud in the sky and the several websites I’ve checked for a forecast tell me there isn’t a single drop of rain planned for at least three days. Dad’s agreed to look after Jessica, and she’s over the moon about that because we both know he’ll be spoiling her rotten - so much for the same kind of treatment I got - all I’ve got to do now is get to Jaxon’s and we can get this dirty weekend on its way.

If you had told me when I was living in Mexico what my life would be like right now, I couldn’t have even imagined anything farther from the truth. Jessica in a real school, Dad and I living together in harmony, Jaxon and I back together - I feel like the wholesome lead in a modern American drama with the perfectly dysfunctional relationship.

I park up the car, head round to the back and find Jaxon arms deep in his motorcycle, covered in grease. He’s so involved in what he’s doing, he doesn’t notice me arrive, so I take advantage and watch him for a while.

Even like this, or maybe because of this, covered in grease, in a torn T-shirt and ten year old jeans, scruffy hair and deep in concentration, he turns me on so much I have to practically hold myself back from jumping him.

“I know you’re there, you know”, Jaxon says, without looking up to me, “but you can carry on watching me all the same if you like.” Now he looks over, this time with a killer smile.

“You look hot when you concentrate on something”, I say, in the absence of something to throw at him for so deliberately ruining the moment, “but now that you know I’m here...”

“That sounds a lot like voyeurism”, Jaxon says. “You haven’t been watching me through the windows as well have you?” He arches his eyebrow like James Bond. I take it as a cue to go over and really say hello. He returns the kiss eagerly, his eyes lighting up. I have to push his hands away so they don’t stain my top.

“Jessica?” he asks.

“Dad’s going to look after her this weekend.”

“The whole weekend?”

I nod.

“Damn”, Jaxon says excitedly. “I’m going to have to repack that bag.”

“I thought you were an optimist”, I say.

“I can only work with the intel I’ve got”, Jaxon says. “I thought you might struggle getting him to agree to just one night.”

“I had to bribe him”, I say. “I told him you’d take him out fishing.”

I reach in for another kiss so Jaxon can’t complain to me. It gives him enough time to think over his answer, which ends up being the correct one. “Alright”, he says. “That seems fair. So, where do you want to go?”

“Are we going to be able to go anywhere on this?”

He gives me a disapproving look of mock hurt. “This thing could take us all the way to California.”

“So, what’s with all the tools, and the grease?” I say, running my finger over a dirty part and rubbing it on his nose.

“She hasn’t been out much”, he says.

“She?” I ask, knowing he knows how I feel about the genderizing of inanimate objects, particularly as women.

“She’s a she”, Jaxon explains, patting her seat, “not a he, or an it, because when you’re out there on the road, travelling at seventy miles an hour, you’ve got the wind in your hair and everything is perfect, sometimes, even then, she likes to complain a little.”

I slap him on the shoulder, but his laugh is infectious and it gets me going too. “I hope she doesn’t complain too much”, I say.

“So do I”, Jaxon says, fixing me with his gaze. I let my mouth drop open in fake shock, while Jaxon closes it and gives me a kiss.

“She’s perfectly safe”, Jaxon says getting up. “And really fast.”

“You know already I told you I want to go slow”, I say, pulling him into me.

“I know what your slow is like”, Jaxon says, drawing me close. “Other people call that something else.”

“Like what?” I whisper into his ear, nibbling the lobe gently afterwards, and pressing myself as tightly against his body as I can manage.

“Direct”, Jaxon says, and lifts me up into his arms.

“You know, I always dreamed of a dirty mechanic whisking me off into the middle of nowhere”, I say.

“Nowhere’s good”, Jaxon says, making his way with me towards the house. At the entrance he drops me to the ground to take me by the hand. “Anywhere’s good if we’re going there together.”

Jaxon pushes the door open and steps inside. “She’s ready”, he says, indicating the bike with a nod. “I’ve got to shower.”

I can’t help but smile at that, because I know what it means. My face lights up and I can barely hide it. “You know”, Jaxon says, “We probably should wait until we’ve got where we want to go.” For a moment I think he's serious. “Yeah, like that’s going to happen”, he says, before reaching for me and pulling me inside.

I can’t tell you how excited I feel. I haven’t felt this excited since I borrowed Dad’s patrol car all those years ago for a whistle stop tour of the local neighborhood. What we are doing, where I am right now in my life, Jaxon and my relationship together, I don’t think I’ve ever felt happier, even when we were together the first time around. Something was missing then, in the same way it was before Jaxon came back into my life.

Now that we are stealing away for the weekend like two naughty college kids, I can’t hold back my excitement.

“I can’t believe I get you for a whole weekend”, Jaxon says, tearing his clothes off mechanically but in the sexiest, most natural way possible. I know I should be doing the same, but I’m pretty much transfixed at the moment, and nothing’s going to stop me from enjoying this show. I take his clothes as he undresses, holding each one for a moment and then dropping it carefully in the laundry basket. It makes me feel like him and I are a team, able to work with each other in perfect synchronisation, and it makes me so horny that I can’t get my mind on anything else but fucking him.

He’s standing naked in front of me before I’ve even removed a shred of clothing. “You can join me if you want”, Jaxon says, when I’ve looked him up and down three times and made him turn around so I can check out his ass.

“I might”, I say, smiling up at him. “I might just let you wait a little bit longer.”

“Okay”, Jaxon says with a shrug before he steps towards the bathroom, well aware that my plan at bribery is nothing but a bluff.

“O-kay”, I say, “if you insist.”

Jaxon pauses in the doorway, his huge frame propped up by the wooden frame of the door, his legs and arms crossed to admire me in casual repose, his dick hanging thick and hardening by the second. He is, in every single aspect, a giant among men.

I take my clothes off one by one, pelting each item at his chest like an angry go-go dancer. Jaxon just smiles as socks hit his belly, my T-shirt bounces off his wrist, my pants go flying over his shoulder and disappear somewhere in the bathroom beyond, and my knickers stick comically for a moment against his shoulder blade, before they slide slowly to the ground too. I stand there naked in front of him, on tip toes because I’m too excited to stay still, my hands on my hips, giving myself entirely to him and more happy than I can even begin to explain to do so. I feel comfortable here with him, at home.

“Well then”, Jaxon says, checking me out. I giggle and give him a little twirl so he can check out my ass too. It doesn’t go unnoticed by either of us that his dick is now rock hard and pointing towards the ceiling. “You want to skip the shower entirely?”

I laugh and bounce across the floor to him, closing the distance in seconds. “You’re filthy”, I tell him, grabbing his dick and giving it a squeeze. I press my body against his, steal a kiss and then fight my way into the shower.

Jaxon watches me for a little while through the mottled glass door before he comes and joins me, that twinkle in his eye more like a star compacting.

The shower cubicle is more than big enough for the both of us, which gives us plenty of options to enjoy ourselves. I let water run across my shoulders, while Jaxon kisses my neck, before I swap places and force him under the shower head. Like this, I can please him while he cleans himself, and after I place the shower gel covered sponge in his hands and get on my knees in front of him, he quickly gets the picture.

“Fuck, that feels good”, Jaxon moans, as water drips from his body onto mine, and I gently lap away at his swollen cock. I lick along his shaft, suck his fat crown against the roof of my mouth, nuzzle the tip of my tongue into the bundle of sensitive connective tissue that connects his shaft to his cock head, take him deep into my throat and out again, but soon realize it’s not going to be anywhere near enough to satiate me. I love sucking Jaxon’s cock, I could suck that thing all day and not get bored, but there are times when other things are more important, and right now I’m so wet that if I don’t get seen to soon, I’m going to scream.

I pull him out, stand up and must look Jaxon fiercely in the eye, because he says to me with a voice of concern. “Is everything alright?”

I can’t even answer him, I’m that desperate to feel him inside me. Right now, I want to feel as close to Jaxon as I can, I need him, and I need him to show me that too. I turn around, put one foot up on the moulded-in plastic corner seat and bend over in front of him, like a cat in heat.

Jaxon knows what I need and whether it’s what he wants too right now, he’s going to give it to me anyway. I feel him tug briefly at my hair, run his hand down the length of my spine - which makes me shudder with rampant delight - before he grabs my ass and drops on his knees behind me. His tongue on me makes me moan uncontrollably, and I almost scream when he pushes it inside me.

“Fuck me, Jaxon”, I demand, desperate to have him own me, no matter how much I’m enjoying the foreplay.

“If you insist”, he says, standing again.

The water from the shower feels like hot rain against my back as Jaxon guides me into the perfect position, maneuvers his cock to my entrance, grabs my hip tightly with his free hand and slides his way inside me.

I gasp as he penetrates me easily, the sensation of utter ecstasy building inside me like magma in the chamber of a volcano getting ready to explode. It’s incredible how Jaxon can make me feel, just by doing nothing more that gradually pushing his way inside me. I was already turned on before I got here, my senses heightened by the potential that awaited us, but right now, I feel like he’s going to push me even higher than I thought we could ever go.

It feels like fire, or electricity, coursing through my body, with limitless potential on upper capacity.

Jaxon fucks me so sweetly I can’t help but moan. He holds me so perfectly I wonder if I’m dreaming, and he seems to know my body so intimately there isn’t a single other person on this earth who could do the same.

It isn’t just the physical either, and I’m far from being in touch with my spiritual side, but sex with Jaxon is so good, it feels like we have a connection together that’s much more than just the sum of our parts. It’s true that his swollen cock inside my tight wet pussy turns me on so much just the thought of it when I’m alone and I need him makes me cum hard, but that, in combination with how he makes me feel, the sound of his breath gradually increasing in tempo, the what it means that we’re together again and the where we can go from here, his smell, his presence, his aura, it’s incredibly overpowering.

“Harder”, I dare him, letting myself go. “I want to come with you deep inside me.”

Jaxon shifts a little, pulls me back onto him and begins thrusting again, somehow deeper this time, somehow managing to find that magic spot inside me that feels like the secret answer to the meaning of the universe. “Like that?” Jaxon asks, knowing full well by the sound I’m making that he’s doing exactly what I need.

I reach behind for his hand, aware that if he continues like this there won’t be too much time before I come hard. One hand against the steamed up glass of the shower cubicle, the other intertwined with his, I feel it coming for me.

“Harder”, I beg again.

There will be time for soft, sweet, careful sex later on today, tomorrow, even Sunday morning before we have to get back to being responsible parents again, but right now, there is nothing I want more than to feel Jaxon own me. I’m giving myself to him and demanding from him what I want, and the juxtaposition hasn’t escaped me. Some people might look at this, see Jaxon fucking himself into me hard and think I’m debasing myself, but that would be missing the point of this entirely.

“More”, I stutter, my legs beginning to weaken. “Fuck, Oh my God, fuck, Jaxon, fuck.”

I have to concentrate hard to hold myself up as the first wave hits me like a runaway train. “Oh fuck”, I scream again, over the shortened breaths and heightened grunts of the perfect man behind me. “I’m going to-. I’m.”

The words escape me as the sensation draws in. “Fuck”, Jaxon says. “I’m going to come.”

“Come”, I demand of him, already so deep into my own orgasm I’m surprised I’m able to get the words out. I lose my grip on the door, tip forwards and nearly spill completely before Jaxon gathers me in his arm and holds me up straight and against him. My body convulses as wave after wave of intensity tears through me, every single droplet of water on my back like pleasure stings of electricity, heightening my sensitivity even further.

Jaxon is up on tiptoes behind me, practically holding my limp body in the air, as I jerk out spasms and shivers as they run randomly through my body. It’s so good I feel like crying, so happy I don’t think I can stop myself. I never want this to end. Whatever happens in the future, I never want this to end.

Jaxon breathes heavily, trying to catch his breath. “That was, fuck me, Ruby, sensational”, he says, finding the right word. “Every time it just gets better with you.”

I ease myself away from him and sit for a moment on the plastic stool, absolutely overcome by what I’ve just experienced. Jaxon cuts the water and crouches down next to me, concern dotting his voice again. “Are you okay?” he asks, his hand on my knee.

I realize I haven’t said anything for a few minutes. I realize I’m hunched over, shivering like I’ve just been in a thunderstorm, and as much as I’ve tried to avoid it, I realize that now I’m crying. The last few minutes have been an absolute whirlwind of emotion, but I really needed that kind of sex, and that incredible orgasm.

“I’m okay”, I say, looking up to him with a smile, despite the tears railing down my cheeks.

“You look it”, Jaxon says sarcastically.

I lean forward and kiss him. “Sorry”, I say. “That was just.” Jaxon waits patiently while I try and find the words. “The best fucking sex I’ve ever had”, I say.

“That’s what I hoped you were going to say”, Jaxon says with a smile.

For a while we just look at each other, wet from the water from the shower, Jaxon’s hands still covered in grease, my hair a mess. “You’re perfect”, I say, the truth not so much slowly dawning on me as punching me right in the face. “And I could have lost you.”

“You’re damn right you could have lost me”, Jaxon says, faking frustration. “You’ve got to be more careful next time. This is a prime product I’m offering you.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into me. “I know”, I say. “The best.”

Jaxon kisses my shoulder and then pulls away slightly to look at me. “You want this?” he says.

“More than anything in the world”, I say, another tear railing out of my cheek. Being strong for so long always has its limits, and right now, I feel like I’ve reached mine.

“Well alright then”, Jaxon says, with a smile.

“Well alright then”, I say, mimicking him.

“That means you can stop crying”, he says, wiping a tear away with the thick edge of his thumb.

“Okay”, I say, unable to suppress a giggle.

“And this would be a good time to tell me that you love me”, he adds.

I let my mouth drop open in fake shock. “You’d like that would you?” I ask.

“It might be good for our relationship”, he says.

“We have a relationship now?” I joke.

“Ruby, come on”, he says. “I don’t share my shower with just any girl, and I definitely don’t take people out on Doris, if they aren’t important to me.”

“She has a name now?”

“She’s always had a name”, he says.

“Doris?”

“Doris”, Jaxon says and shrugs.

“Alright”, I say.

“Alright?”

“Alright.”

There is a long, drawn out thread of silence between us while we both try not to laugh.

“Jessica will be happy”, I say finally.

Jaxon leans in and kisses me on the cheek. “I love you”, he says. “I don’t need you to say it back to me. I’ve always loved you.”

He goes to get up and I stop him, holding his hand and pulling him back down to me. We stare at each other again for a while before I lean in, put my mouth to his ear and whisper sweetly, “I love you.”

Jaxon pulls away slightly to look at my face, and I’ve never seen such an enormous smile on him. “Now, get showered”, I order, spanking him on the bum. “I’ve decided where I want you to take me.”

“Done”, Jaxon says, and practically floats his way back under the shower head.

***

Like birds we fly, unencumbered, free, Doris solid like a rock beneath us, the wind rushing through our hair, the world blurred at the edges everywhere but the bubble of perfection that surrounds Jaxon and I, the focus of clarity and importance in what will be a journey that extends way beyond the simple limits of this weekend trip.

We leave the city behind us and head into the middle of nowhere, my destination picked at random and reduced to a simple compass point - north - because the destination isn’t what’s important here. The rest we’ll leave to chance. We’ll stop where we feel like, go where we want, but we’ll do it together.

Jaxon and I are as solid as the beast that carries us, riding into the future, giddy with excitement and happier than we’ve ever been, a hundred percent certain that no matter what life makes us face, nothing will ever be able to tear us apart.