Page 23 of Rox

I can say I have never been involved enough with a woman to enter this playful stage with them, yet being here with Rox seems easy. There is nothing forced about our banter. In our short time together, she’s been able to pull a newer version of myself out of me. Which says more about her considering I left to get my mind, heart, and soul in check so I could be the man she deserves.

I pull into the parking lot by the pier, helping her off the bike. Rox wobbles a bit—needing to get her sea legs back. I hold her steady by keeping my hands on her hips. My thumbs run along her waist and peek under her sweater to graze her soft skin. She shivers, pulling me into a sweet and gentle kiss. Taking her hand, I lead her to a bench overlooking the water. It’s too darkto see clearly, but the sounds are as smooth as the sights. It’s as beautiful as she is and has the same calming powers she has. And I need calm for this talk.

“Thank you,” I tell her as we sit. She turns to me with a puzzled look on her face, so I continue before she can ask any questions. I want her to, but I also need to get this out first. “Thank you for seeing me for who I am, what I truly am. I had pushed all of the feelings and life from Max down until they were almost forgotten.” My voice shakes a little as I explain. She reaches out and rests her hand on my leg. It’s a simple way to let me know she’s here with me. She smiles softly and nods, letting me continue to talk about my feelings. My heart leaps, bringing in more emotions of love and adoration for her. “When we were talking about the good memories of my life as Max and my life as me, I started to get overwhelmed with all the bad memories attached to them, too. Then guilt, anger, and so much I couldn’t handle bubbled up to the surface. It was too much at once, and I wasn’t sure how to compartmentalize everything.”

“I would never expect you to, Max. I’m sorry I pushed you for so much. I should have known that by digging too far down, we would hit more than a few bad memories. I’ll be here for whatever you’re willing to share. I won’t push for more.” Rox tells me, both her hands on my leg, guilt washing over her face. That tugs at the guilt gnawing away in my gut. I am not doing my best to explain it.

“I want to be open with you, Rox. I want to share my past with you and let you hear about my growth, the good, the bad, and everything. I have never wanted that with anyone before. I have been content in the one night here and there when the urge hit me. Baby, what I see with you is so much more, and I don’t want to have secrets.” I lightly run my hand over the front pocket of my jeans. Making sure I didn’t lose what’s in it on the ride out here.

I don’t know how she is going to see this. Will she take it as a gift, or me attempting to lock her down and steal her away from everything? “I saw this and thought it was a perfect representation of us and what I see for our relationship going forward.” Rox carries my heart with my past, present, and future. With as much soul-searching as I have done, they are very much separate parts of me but intertwined, symbolized by the chain connecting the two hearts.

One whole heart is what my heart is now. Open and ready to show the world how much I love her and am proud to be with her. The chain runs through one heart, and a heart-shaped lock is attached to the other end of the chain. Creating a loop. The hearts are locked to the chain, and once the lock itself is shut, it can’t come undone without the key.

The key I hold.

“You have seen both sides of me and didn’t run. You loved and respected me, you didn’t push, you asked, and I answered. I let you in, and you now hold everything I locked inside my soul. You have the power to love me without conditions or destroy everything I have built. I’ve given you my power because you’re it for me. You’re my endgame, Rox.”

As I speak from the very bottom of my soul, I watch all her emotions reflect in her eyes. Everything I’ve been reflecting on for these past few days, I lay it all out on the line. Including the way she’s woken up something I thought dormant for so long. I willingly handed over all my power to her, and here she is, looking at me like I’m the world. And that’s all I ever wanted to be. I slide the chain out of my pocket, the key on its own smaller chain for me.

“I got you something as both an apology present and something to show I am with you even if we’re apart for a period of time,” I tell her as I place the chain around her neck, locking it in place. I hold the key up to show her. “I know this is goingto sound cheesy, but this also symbolizes how you own my heart, and I hold the key to yours.” Rox looks at me with so much love. I know we’re here for the emotional talk, but I am ready for something else.

“There’s something else,” I tell her as I drop my voice. Her pupils dilate as she licks her lips.

“Oh, yeah?” Her words barely above a whisper, “What?”

I pull on the locked heart side of the necklace, causing the other heart to slide up and tighten around her throat. The heat in her eyes tells me she likes her gift. I pull on the chain, wrapping it around my hand until her lips meet mine in a heated, powerful kiss.

My hand grips the back of her head as I claim her lips. I pull tighter on the chain, causing her to gasp. “Fuck, the sounds you make are so delicious.” I loosen the grip on the chain, allowing her to throw her head back and take a breath. Her elongated neck calls to me. If I were a vampire, I’d latch onto her jugular and drain her until I got my fill. For now, I’ll settle for tasting her instead. I lick up her neck before I suck just below where her jaw meets under her ear. I stop before I can mark her, even though it takes everything I have to do so.

“Max.”

“I wasn’t sure how that would make me feel, but hearing you moan my name,” I let out a low moan as my eyes closed in ecstasy. “Say it again.”

“Max, fuck. I need you.”

“Have me, baby.”

“I’m not fucking you on the middle of the pier, Max.” She tries to hold onto the anger that isn’t there as she looks around. I know the second she finds her solution because her eyes light up. “Take me there,” she points off in the distance behind me. Turning, I see the little oceanside motel. I must take too long to decide because she grabs my hand, “Now, Max.”

It doesn’t take long before we have a key in our hand, the door open and closed, and I have her slammed against it with my tongue in her mouth. I swallow her moans as my hands claw at her body. She pushes my cut off my shoulders, and I allow it to fall to the floor.

Her hands make their way up under my shirt, and when she gets to my pecs, she claws her nails back down to the top of my jeans.

“Fuck,” I let out a moan. My little minx doesn’t know it yet, but I love a bit of pain. She can scratch me the fuck up all she wants.

I grip her shirt and rip it off over her body before I do the same to my own. Her bra is next, and once her tits are free, my hands are on them. I then play with one nipple as I suck the other into my mouth. Her head makes a soft thump against the door as I work my way down her body. I hit my knees and undo her jeans. I roughly pull those down her legs, including her panties, and once she’s out of them, I throw one leg over my shoulder and bury my face in her cunt.

Her hands grip and pull my hair as I feast on her. When I pull back, my fingers replace my tongue as I look up at her. Her head is thrown back as far as it can against the door, and seeing her so free to her pleasure has mine peaking.

Standing, her face meets mine as I pull my fingers free.

“What are you doing?”

I grip the chain and yank her toward me, “Get on the bed with your ass up in the air. I want your back arched so much you fucking hurt. Now, Rox.”

I release her chain, and she doesn’t hesitate. Her knees are apart, and with one last look back to me, she’s down on her forearms with her back arched so far I’m worried the wrong amount of pressure will break it.

She’s fucking stunning.

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