Chasing Charli (8 page)

“Fuck you Jax. Enjoy your bagels” she says and turns to head back out the door.

“Wait!”

“You even so much as think of following me right now I swear to god Jax! I am so fucking mad at you right now. After this past week, I actually thought I was more than just a job to you…but I guess I was wrong” she says and closes the door behind her; again without her phone.

I stand frozen in place, staring at the door.

Charli

Okay, maybe I over-reacted just a little but knowing he’d been snooping around my stuff and that he knows about who's after me, kind of leaves me on edge. The whole reason I didn’t tell him the complete truth was because I thought the less he knew the safer he was so I panicked and spat the dummy; God I’m such a bitch. I was just trying to keep him as out of it as I could, and I guess he was trying to get as much info as he could to help me; both of us trying to help the other.

After the past week I’d finally gotten the part of him I truly wanted, broken down the barrier between us and gone from occasionally flirting and having a crush, to actually realising that I truly cared for him on a much deeper level, maybe even fallen for him harder than I expected over the last few years I’d known him. The way he makes me laugh, makes me feel more like myself than anyone else; shit, I was truly in deep with this guy whether he liked it or not.

For a moment knowing he was going through my stuff, looking for the memory stick, for the evidence, felt like a small betrayal or like he was throwing how I felt back in my face. It’s like the job was more important to him than me. What would he have done if he found it? Handed it in? And the big question…to who?

I shake my head and kick my foot into the dirt. I swing gradually back and forth and lean my head against the chain of the swing.

I know, well...I hope I know him enough to know he wouldn’t hand me in to the bad guys, not intentionally anyway.

That’s why the less people that know about what I’m hiding the better but he seems to want to know everything. Maybe it’s better if I tell him everything, instead of having him snooping around in the wrong places and raising the attention of unwanted people.

I look around at the kids playing on the playground and see the sun is quite high in the sky, it’s probably noon or sometime around then.

I’ve probably been out here on this swing for a good few hours and knowing Jax like I do he’s probably pacing his living room and running both his hands through his hair out of frustration.

You know what? He can just go right ahead and stay frustrated for a little while longer.

Plus I don’t really feel like getting yelled at right now, which I know he will do. I know I was stupid for going out without my phone but I was gone for no more than half an hour and I thought I’d be back before he woke up anyway. I left him a fucking note telling him exactly where I was for god’s sake, if he wasn’t too busy freaking out over Morelli than he would have known I was okay and just out for a run.

I look around the park and look at the different people trying to see if anyone looks suspicious, just out of habit I guess. There’s a lady next to me pushing her kid in a swing; I doubt she was part of any criminal activity.

A few people jogging down the path and one guy stretching out on the grass, other than that there were just families and couples playing with their kids around me. The guy stretching looks faintly like the guy from the party but before I think too much into it I roll my eyes at my now increased paranoia thanks to Jax.

Seems pretty harmless to me but then again I have some pretty shady abilities of knowing who to trust.

I sigh and push off the swing set and start to jog back to the apartment, preparing myself mentally for a good argument with Jax or for some serious apologising on my behalf.

I run the whole way back, which is a good few blocks and I’m all sweaty by the time I reach the door. I press my ear against it and hear nothing but silence.

I quietly fumble with the keys, suddenly more nervous than ever and finally open the door, taking a step inside.

Jax is leaning against the living room wall, arms crossed behind him and leaning on his palms. He looks up at me and looks so unbelievably sad I automatically feel horrible for storming out like a drama queen.

He pushes off against the wall and suddenly looks angry, hungry, and it frightens me a little in weird ways but for some reason I feel it right between my legs. The look in his eyes is so predatory and as soon as he takes another step closer I step back, pressing myself against the apartment door.

He runs a hand through his hair and I smile, knowing I was right about his agitated habits.

I finally work up enough courage to speak but all that comes out my mouth is a squeaky apology.

“Sorry.”

“Oh you will be sorry Charli.”

He takes another menacing step closer and then practically jumps at me, crushing his lips to mine. I’m so shocked at first, since I was waiting for a good ass kicking or something but instead he’s ravaging me with his lips like he can’t get enough of me. He’s holding my face between his palms as he nips gently at my bottom lip; I can’t help but groan and open my mouth further for him to start kissing me.

I try to take control and push against his chest lightly and step forward but our lips remain together. He twists his fingers through my hair before reaching down and practically ripping my tank top off me, throwing it aside.

This is definitely not what I expected to come home to that’s for sure.

He slides his hands down my waist and then picks me up by my thighs while taking a step forward, practically slamming me against the wall. Rough, but kinky; I like this side of him.

“I like control, understand that Charli?” he whispers huskily against my skin as his lips leave a burning trail against my throat.

I nod but then shake my head. I know I’m a bitch, sue me. I actually like when he gets all alpha-male on me, only in the bedroom actually, otherwise he’s a pain.

I unwrap my legs from around him and he props me back on my feet, taking a look down at me.

“I don’t like you bossing me around all the time, you understand that Jax?” I say and nudge his chest with my finger.

He leans down and bites my finger gently before smiling down at me.

“Ow! I’m serious Jax.”

“I know and I’m sorry okay? I just…freaked out. All I wanted to do was know what I was up against. You wouldn’t tell me everything and I just…wanted to keep you safe. Not because it’s my job but…I” he hesitates.

"You what Jax?"

“I love you. Okay? I love you so fucking much it’s driving me insane!”

My mouth pops open with a soft gasp and I look up into his eyes. Wow, I was not expecting that.

“You’re so full of shit” I joke and grin up at him, the same thing I said when he told me he took the job just for me.

He runs a hand through his hair and mumbles, “I swear you are the biggest pain in the ass Charli” and then grabs my face with both hands, sealing his lips to mine, roughly at first but then a few soft grazes of his lips. He leans his forehead to mine before talking again.

“Charli…I’m not saying this so you tell me everything, I’m saying this because it’s true. I want you to trust me, to feel you can trust me with anything. It might seem crazy because what we are might be different to you but ever since I took this job I knew you were going to be difficult, but you’re my difficult. I think I fell in love with you from the first moment you tried to run away from me. Your stronger than anyone gives you credit for and I know deep down you might not need my help but I still have the urge to protect you with everything I have. I want you in every way I can get you, want to be the one who leaves you smiling hours on end, to be the one to say you look beautiful even when you’re feeling your worst, and sometimes I just even want to be next to you and nothing more or less.”

I’m slightly stunned at his little speech but inside my heart is racing at double the speed.  I reach out and press my palm to his cheek and his eyes look right into mine.

“That was…wow…you pretty much had me at the ‘I love you okay’ part but …wow.”

He laughs and then kisses me again softly.

“I love you too…really, even with all your bossy, man-handling kinks” I grin up at him.

“So you like me man-handling you?” he smirks and I see something cross his eyes, desire, lust and I’m suddenly turned on just by the way he’s looking at me.

I take a step back and press my palm over my chest in mock horror, “you wouldn’t dare!”

His smile spreads into a full blown grin and he takes a small step towards me. I instinctively run and duck around him when he reaches for me and make it safely to the other side of the couch.

I throw a couch pillow at him when he takes a step closer and my whole body is tingling with so much adrenaline.

I try to make this more interesting and kick off my shoes then reach to unclasp my bra since he already took off my tank top before.

His eyes open wide and he takes another step towards me before I can manage to get my bra off. A soft yelp escapes my mouth and I dash into the kitchen, putting the breakfast bar between us. He leans against it on the opposite side of me and I shimmy out of my running shorts.

“Seriously…okay you’re killing me here babe” he says as he takes a step around the breakfast bar trying to get to me.

I run around the other side and sprint into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I hear his palm smack against the door and then I press my ear against the door to listen. I hear him sit on the bed and sigh. I quickly turn on the shower and take off my bra, then I unlock the door and reach my hand out, dropping my bra out onto the bedroom floor.

I don’t hear any movement but maybe the noise of the shower is too loud. I open the door a little wider and come face to face with Jax. He’s standing shirtless right by the door and yanks me up against him, wrapping my legs around his waist.

I laugh as he starts kissing down my jaw, my neck and then takes my breast in his mouth, sucking hard on my nipple.

He keeps walking until he’s standing under the shower. I’m so turned on right now that it doesn’t even register in my mind that we’re both still partially clothed.

I slide my hands under his sweatpants and try to slide them down. They drop to the floor and he kicks them aside with a loud soggy flop, and I realise he was going commando because he is now completely naked.

God I could look at his body all day long, glistening under the water. I freeze for a second when my eyes meet his and he looks predatory.

He puts me down to my feet and then starts to kiss down my chest, to my stomach, and then along the sensitive part of my thigh. I giggle a little before he gently bites down.

He slips his fingers under the lace and slides them so damn slowly down my legs, leaving me waiting in anticipation for his next move.

He runs his fingers up my legs as he stands up and then surprisingly turns me around. He takes my hands and spreads my palms out against the shower wall and a shiver runs through me as I feel his breath against my neck, “Don’t move, you understand?”

I nod briskly and close my eyes as his hands slide around and palm my breasts, just as he presses his body against me, his front to my back.

I feel his hardness pressing into me and I moan softly as one of his hands glides down my stomach and he slowly slides first one finger into me and then a second.

He starts to move his hand and it feels so amazing. I involuntarily start to move my hips, rubbing up against him with my ass. He pauses for a second and with his free hand grabs my hip, giving me a gentle squeeze in warning.

“I thought I said not to move” he asks and I open my eyes as I turn around, the shower water cascading across his side and he picks me up and leans me against the shower wall.

“You sound so sexy when you moan like that.”

I know I’m blushing profusely but I can’t help it, “I can’t help how loud I get” I say, extremely embarrassed.

He kisses up my neck and I can feel his palms gripping me tightly as he holds me firmly up against the wall.

“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve heard from you, makes me want you so much more right now.”

“Then have me now” I challenge.

He pulls away and looks right into my eyes, “Oh I plan on it once we get out the shower.”

“I’m…it’s okay. I’m on the pill” I say realising the only thing that’s probably stopping him is no condom.

He growls slightly and I smile, “You’re seriously killing me here” he says and presses his lips to mine, his tongue caressing mine at a smooth pace and then he re-positions himself so that his cock is right underneath me.

“I trust you Jax” I say and try to wriggle closer against him because I’m just too impatient, and he starts to laugh at me.

“Is this what you want Charli?” he says as he slides in just the tiniest fraction.

“Please Jax” I moan and shut my eyes.

“Please what?” he slides in a little bit further, teasing me.

“Please…more” I say incoherently and I feel him smiling as he presses his lips to mine.

He slides in all the way roughly and I moan into his lips as his tongue slides against mine hungrily.

He thrusts harder and keeps me pressed against the wall, holding me up. He groans slightly and that pushes my pleasure further, knowing it’s because of me, knowing I make him feel this hungry and crazy over me.

His grip tightens around my legs as he pushes in and out, his mouth licking and kissing down my jaw and along my collarbone.