Page 28 of Jaxon

We waited, both breathless and flushed from wanting each other. Once Ivan was out of view, I pulled Jaxon along to the pedestrian gate. Voices let us know someone was nearby. I punched in the code, and the door opened. I pushed Jaxon out first and nearly jumped out of my shoes when someone called my name.

"Bridget, where are you going?" I waved for Jaxon to keep going and looked back past the door I was holding.

"Uh, a couple of friends are going to watch movies. I'll be back soon."

Ivan reached me. My heart was jostling around in my chest. "But your dad said you'd be staying in your room all night."

I shrugged. "Just got the call from Breanna." I hadn't seen Breanna since the sixth grade, but her name popped into my head. "I won't be late." I hurried out, shut the door and ran down the sidewalk. Jaxon had parked his bike in a dark section of the road under a tree.

"I knew you were perfect. I'm so damn excited that you've got a motorcycle."

He climbed on, and I got on behind him. I quickly scooted closer so that every inch of me was touching him, absorbing his protective warmth. I wrapped my arms around his taut abs and rested my chin on his shoulder.

"Hey, Gidge," he said over his shoulder.

"I know—hang on."

"Yep." He turned the bike around, and we flew off into the night.

The lights of the town were a glittering blur, and once we hit the coastal highway, darkness tucked in around us. The moon glittered off a black ocean, and a milky fog was settling out over the water. Jaxon turned off the highway and down a gravel road. It led to a small cove that was similar to the one Jaxon rode to after I jumped off the boat.

Jaxon parked the bike and took hold of my hand as I climbed off it. Moonlight made the white sand glow. I kicked off my shoes and left them near the motorcycle. Jaxon did the same, then he once again took hold of my hand, and we walked on the sand. It was entirely deserted as if we were on an island all by ourselves. The road was at least thirty feet above us, and the tiny cove was surrounded by steep hills covered in ice plants and beach grass. Three picnic tables sat in no particular order on a small patch of cement just off the sand.

Jaxon led me toward one of the tables. He spun me around to face him. His hands circled my waist, and he lifted me up to sit on the edge of the table. I draped my arms around his neck and looked out at the water. "It looks so endless and deep at night," I said.

"That's because it's pretty close to endless, and once you get out there, it's fucking deep." He faced me. His crooked smile disappeared, and suddenly, he looked hurt, lost. "You left me again," he said.

I swallowed hard. "Didn't want to, but my dad …"

He shook his head. "How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not?—"

I pressed my fingers against his lips. "No, let's not talk about him right now. I want you, Jaxon Stone. I don't want any other fucking guy in this world except you."

His mouth pressed against mine. His hands wrapped around the back of my ass, and he pulled me closer to the edge of the table. I fumbled with the front of his jeans and managed to get them unbuttoned. I slid my hand into his open fly and took hold of his cock. It was hot and rock hard and slick with nature's lube. I rubbed my hand along his erection as his mouth devoured mine.

A low growl rolled up from his chest. "God, baby, I need you right now." In one easy motion he took off my sweatshirt. His shirt came off next, and a breath caught in my throat as the half-moon above highlighted the ridged lines of his muscles and the mosaic of black ink. He looked lethal and powerful and so fucking hot he made my head spin. Once again, his hands circled my waist, and he lifted me down from the table. His fingers deftly unbuttoned my shorts. Seconds later, the cool ocean breeze brushed the naked skin of my ass. He dropped his shirt on the table behind me and lifted me back to my perch.

"Spread those beautiful naked thighs, darlin'."

I was lightheaded with wanting him as I parted my legs. He nestled in between them and pressed his hard cock against me. He took hold of my face and pulled me closer for a kiss. His tongue moved tantalizingly across my bottom lip before he once again covered my mouth with his. His hands scooted me closer, so I was just off the edge of the table. He was too tall and had to bend his knees. I leaned back on my hands, let my head drop back as I circled his waist with my legs. I gasped as his cock impaled me. My legs tightened, and I held onto him as if my life depended on it, and with how badly I wanted him, that analogy wasn't far off. At that moment, all I could think of was his cock bringing me to orgasm, right there, under the moonlight, in front of the vast, black ocean. Being outside, in the middle of nothing, but at the same time, in public, where anyone who wandered by would see us felt scary and exhilarating.

I wrapped myself tightly around him as he rocked inside of me. Our bodies worked together in perfect rhythm until we both reached climax. I held onto him still, never wanting to let him go. Then sadness crept in with a heartbreaking dose of reality. My dad's threats felt like heavy stones in my gut. Knowing that this thing with Jaxon was impossible because of my ruthless dad made my throat ache. Tears swelled in my eyes and fell down my cheeks before I could stop them. I tried to sniffle discreetly, but Jaxon leaned back to look at me.

"What's wrong?"

I wiped quickly at the tears. "Nothing. It's just—" I wanted to tell him, but sometimes it was hard, embarrassing to admit just how horrid my dad was. "You are—shit, Jaxon—I had no idea I could feel this way. I've been stuck in a loveless, manufactured relationship, and I thought I'd hardened myself to feeling any emotions when it came to love, but my heart aches just looking at you. I can't imagine not having these arms to hold me, to protect me."

Jaxon hugged me. "Then don't imagine it cuz as far as I'm concerned, I was put on this earth to hold and protect you."

I took a deep breath. "Can I have my shorts? I'm feeling a little exposed out here."

Jaxon smiled. "I kind of like it."

"Please."

"All right, but it goes against every fiber of my being to hand you back your panties."

I stood up to pull on my panties and shorts. He put on his shirt.

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