Page 51 of Sinister Hearts
Faye came, screaming, as I continued pumping in and out of her, pushing her to her limit.
“You…” I pumped my cock ruthlessly inside of her. “Aren’t…” Another pump. “Going… anywhere!” I finished, as our skin slapped together. “Do you understand, Faye, you are mine, in this lifetime, in every lifetime, you are mine!” I moaned as I filled her ass to the brim, making sure she knew she was mine—body and soul, forever.
Faye’s intoxicating screams echoed in the desert caves, as we both fell on the bed of the truck, panting, both gazing at the stars in each other’s arms.
After several moments of silence I sat up, while Faye laid there, still exhausted from her orgasms. I grabbed her face gently. Her punishment was over. “I need you to know something,” I whispered into the night, gazing at her. She sat up and looked at me, covering herself with the wool blankets. “I love you, Faye, I’ve always loved you.” My voice cracked as I touched her cheek gently. Her eyes swelled. “And no, not because I just fucked you.” We both gazed at each other and laughed before I kissed her gently. “It’s always been you, since we were kids. I need you to know, I would never hurt you.” Our foreheads leaned against each other, as I held her underneath the night desert sky.
Faye began to sob, trying to hide herself away from me under the blankets.
“I would never abandon you, or Birdie. In a way I feel like she was supposed to be mine,” I admitted. Faye’s tears kissed her cold cheeks. “I can’t promise to be perfect, and I’m going to say stupid shit sometimes. I’m going to piss you off… a lot,” I chuckled nervously. Faye wiped the tears from her face. “I never want to cage your wild, baby girl.” I hoped she heard me when I spoke these words to her. “Let me love you, Faye. Please, stop running from me.” My voice was a low tremble. She grabbed me and gazed into my hazel eyes deeply.
“I love you too, Jaxon Grimwood,” she whispered lightly into my mouth. Faye melted into my chest as we kissed softly, the burden of the last six years vanishing slowly.
That invincible string tugged at my heart’s center, tied and knotted among our very souls. The stars sparkled above us as a shooting star went across the onyx sky.
“Make a wish,” she cooed, pointing to the fallen star that whisked across the sky, as we watched in wonder.
“Wish made,” I said, putting a strand of her hair behind her ear.
Faye smiled at me as if she, too, made the same wish.
“You’re deserving of both truth and love, Faye, and I want to give that to you.” My fears wanted to stop me from what I was about to do. I knew there was something owed to my girl, and that was honesty. Even if it made her hate me. Deceiving Faye was like deceiving myself, and it fucking hurt. “There’s something I have to tell you littleljos.”
Iknew the questions were itching at my soul, and more than that, I knew there were things I needed to share with Jax as well. I needed to get closure on things before Jax and I moved on with one another, especially with Birdie being in the picture. Jax invited me to a barbecue this weekend with his family, where the plan was to have this conversation after the outing, but as soon as we pulled up to the gathering I could feel my nerves leaving my body. Did I really want to know? Did I want to breakthis dream with Jax after everything we had been through? Everything was perfect, maybe too perfect.
I was quiet the whole ride to the barn, trying to ease my anxiety. Why was I so nervous, and how did this barbecue have anything to do with all of this? Oh, I don’t know, maybe because they might be vigilante wolves underneath all that country rebel charm?
“Are you good?” Jax asked, hijacking me from my irrational thoughts behind his wheel.
“I’m good.” I intertwined Jax’s tattooed hands in mine.
“You seem nervous is all,” Jax said, side-eyeing me, his other knuckle wrapped around the steering wheel. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get a squeeze later.” Jax smirked.
Why did it seem like this man knew my internal dialogue at all times? “Okay, sue me, asshole. I’m a little nervous,” I said, smacking his broad shoulder.
“Don’t worry, señorita, they won't bite you, especially when these big guns are around.” Jax flexed and kissed his muscles.
“You are so annoying, you know that?” I quipped, giving him the biggest eye roll of my life.
“I love you too,” he said coyly, and I could feel my cheeks flush.
The barn doors opened and I looked around in utter shock. This was anything but a barn storage unit. The inside was remodeled, from the wooden floors to the black walls with rustic wood finishes, giving the room a western gothic feel that I had never been able to place until now. There were two levels; the upstairs consisted of several spacious rooms, with cherry oak wood flooring, while the first floor was more of an open living room, garage with all their bikes parked, and a kitchenette. But it was what was in the middle of the living room that took my breath away. Nobody was ever allowed on this quarter of theGrimwood property. Only a select few had ever stepped foot on this part of the farm.
There in the dining room, sat a huge knight looking table, round enough to sit twenty people. It was a dark wooden table, with the exact same Reaper logo they had on their peacoats. It read ‘Grimwood’ with a Viking rune. I ran my fingers across the old English lettering, and the Reaper that took up the whole table. Despite how intimidating it looked, I couldn’t deny how beautiful and intricate the design was. I took everything in, confirming what I believed. This wasn’t just a brotherhood, this was something much more than that.
The question was, were they dangerous? And if so, why did I feel so at home? Like I belonged here. I felt… safe. A brazen vision split my cranium on fire. Souls screamed in the distance, the heat from the fire blazed rampant against my skin. The screams sounded as they were being tortured, descending below my very feet.
Jax grabbed my clammy hand tighter, sensing my nerves. I gave him a smile, assuring him I was okay. I could handle this, whatever it was. It was the fact that he was allowing me into his world in the first place that hushed my anxieties. Jax would never hurt me, this I knew. But I needed to know more, the depths, the details. I didn’t want to be in the dark anymore. I wanted to be with Jax, all of him.
I loved him, but it was so clear in this moment, he was telling me I’d have to love this truth too. Accept whatever he’s been keeping from me. Something or someone new was growing under my skin, making it thick and menacing. Truths I had yet to face myself. My cryptic visions, the inevitable changes, were taking up space inside me. I knew the answers were there for my taking, finally ready to claim it, to bask in it. I was tired of running from my past, from me. Afraid of rejection and the unknown—a concoction deadly and poisonous to my sanity,reeking havoc on my mind. I needed to break free of these chains. I needed to be liberated.
“Tonight is a full moon,” Jax muttered, as he began sliding fake wooden doors that were locked with heavy chains aside.
“What is this?” I asked, astounded.
“My family’s tomb, come.” Jax grabbed a lit lantern, and led me down a path of nothing but void. So mute of sound I could hear my own heartbeat in my chest. Ominous hums came from the distance, and uncertainty crippled me. “Do not be afraid, no harm will come to you here,” he assured me. My breath hitched as my anxiety fluttered in my chest. “I need you to trust me.”
Jax held out his hand to me, and as the lantern flickered, a hollow skeletal figure reflected onto his face. I blinked away the visions that had been taunting me, denial overcoming me. It wasn’t real. It was just dark and I was imagining things. I was trying to convince myself of my internal battle, these macabre visions overpowering my common sense. The morbid chants continued to echo in the background. I asked for this, this is what I wanted, the truth, and with that comes honesty, as harsh or unnerving as it may seem.
