Hit the Wall (Blythe College) (18 page)

His eyes flared passionately as he looked at my body. “Fuck, Kaylie. You have no idea how beautiful you look like this. It’s even better than I imagined when I pictured it in my mind. Are you comfortable?”

I shook my head at him. “No, Jackson. I’m not.”

He gave me a concerned look. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Is it too tight?” he asked worriedly.

“Not too tight. Too slow. Please, I need you now. Don’t make me wait,” I pleaded.

A relieved expression crossed his face before he flashed me his smug smirk. “Naughty girl. I should make you wait after scaring me like that. I could, too, and there wouldn’t be anything you could do about it, would there?”

He didn’t really expect an answer to that question, but I still found myself shaking my head in response. His cocky attitude was turning me on so much. He always enjoyed himself in bed with me, but he seemed really playful right now. And it was making me so wet. I wiggled my hips a little, testing to see how much I could move. It was just enough that I could lift my body off the bed slightly.

“Does my Kaylie need me to touch her?” he murmured as he reached out to stroke the inside of my legs with the palms of his hands. If they hadn’t been tied up right now, I swear I would have tightened my legs on him so they’d be trapped. I really did need him to touch me, and I looked up at him pleadingly.

He must have seen the desperation in my gaze because he swiftly moved into action, stroking and touching me everywhere he could reach. He paid particular attention to my breasts, knowing full well how much he could turn me on by playing with them. He cupped them in his hands and squeezed gently before pushing them closer together so he could easily move between my nipples, flicking them with his tongue and sucking them into his mouth. The puckered tips were practically begging for more as he switched his attention back and forth between them, the cold air hardening them further each time his mouth abandoned one. I didn’t think he left an inch of my skin untouched by the time he’d worked his way down my body before he finally turned his attention to my drenched pussy. By this point, I was desperate to come.

“Oh, God,” I whispered, incredibly turned on by the whole experience. I’d had no idea I’d love the feeling of being under his control so much or I would have agreed to try this much sooner.

“Let’s see how many times I can get you to say that tonight,” he teased before kissing down my stomach. He stopped to swirl his tongue at my belly button while his hands wrapped around my inside thighs, resting right at the seam where they met my body. I knew he could feel how incredibly wet I was for him when his grin flashed triumphantly across his face. “I bet I can get one out of you right now, couldn’t I?” he asked as his thumbs inched towards each other. He slid the tips of both thumbs just inside me, teasing me by not moving fully inside. I tried to move, but I couldn’t go far enough to drive them any deeper.

“Please,” I whimpered.

“Please what, Kaylie? You need more?”

“Yes,” I hissed out.

“I don’t think you do,” he said before wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking it into his mouth.

The pressure combined with the feel of him swirling his thumbs at my entrance was enough to set me off.

“One,” he murmured before licking down my slit to ram his tongue inside me, his thumbs holding me open for his probing tongue. He fucked me with his tongue so deep that I could feel his chin digging into my ass.

He was relentless, holding me in place even though I couldn’t move. My feeling of helplessness just heightened the experience, and before I knew it, I was climaxing again. He didn’t stop licking me, and I was so sensitive at this point that I could barely take it anymore.

“Jackson, no more,” I begged.

“Two,” he replied.

“Fuck me now, Jackson. Give me number three with your cock hard and deep inside of me. I feel so empty,” I whispered, pulling out the big guns to turn the tables a little in order to get what I wanted. His eyes flared even hotter at my words. I knew how much he loved when I talked dirty to him.

He stood up to drag his boxers off his body, his cock springing free from its confinement. He ran his hand down the shaft as he looked at me on the bed before grabbing a condom from the bedside table. I loved watching him touch himself, but I needed him inside me now, so I was thrilled to see him roll it down and climb between my open legs.

“You ready, sweetheart?” he whispered in my ear, his cock resting at my entrance.

“Now,” I whimpered.

It was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled his hips back and slid deep inside with one smooth stroke.

“Fuck,” he groaned deeply.

“Hard and fast, Jackson,” I pleaded. Now wasn’t the time for anything else.

I felt his hands lift me up as he placed a pillow under my lower back, tilting me up and changing my position slightly. I felt him slide even farther inside, deeper than he’d ever been. He slowly moved backwards, his cock dragging out of my body. I thought for sure he was going to tease me like this all night, but as soon as he left my body, he slammed back inside as deep as he could go. Then he tortured me again by slowly pulling out. He kept that same rhythm for a while, alternating between slow exits and hard thrusts until I reached the point where I started to tighten around him as I neared another climax.

“Now, Kaylie. Give me number three and I will give it to you hard and fast,” he commanded.

It was enough to push me over the edge again, and he picked up his pace and started to hammer me into the bed. His hips pumped back and forth over and over again as fucked me harder and deeper than ever before. I wanted to hold on to him, but I couldn’t even get any words out as my climax went on and on, feeling like it would never end. Waves of pleasure kept rolling over my body as his cock bottomed out each time he drove inside. It felt like he was growing harder with each thrust, and I needed to take him with me.

“That’s right baby. Fuck me as hard as you can, Jackson,” I whispered to him. “I’m all yours. You can take me anyway you want.”

My words spurred him on even further, and he leaned down to capture my mouth in a hard kiss as he thrust one final time before I felt his cock throbbing deep inside me as he came.

****

“I can’t believe that you’re really going to come with me, Jackson,” I whispered after I recovered from having my mind
blown by what we’d just done in bed. It had taken a few minutes to catch my breath and get the blood flowing again after Jackson untied me. I was still stunned by how far Jackson was willing to go to make our relationship work. But so very happy.

He tilted his head down so he could gaze directly into my eyes, our lips almost touching. “Of course I’m going with you, Kaylie. I don’t think you understand exactly how much you mean to me.” He pulled my hand up so that it rested on his heart. “You have owned me from the very start. This heart? It beats for you, sweetheart.”

My pulse raced at his words as I melted inside. I knew Jackson cared about me, but this was something else entirely. Ours might have been a whirlwind romance, but that didn’t make the feelings between us any less real.

“I love you,” I blurted out, unable to keep my feelings bottled up inside. The words might not have been as pretty as the ones he’d just given me, but they sure seemed to do the trick. His eyes lit up and he tightened his hold on me.

“Thank fuck,” he uttered, “because I love you, too. Just in case you didn’t get that that’s what I was trying to say.”

I pulled back a little so he could see how serious I was about my next words. “I think I’ve known for a while, but yeah, I definitely understood what you were trying to say just now. It was probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me in my life. Best moment ever.”

He flashed me his cocky grin, the one that drove girls wild. “No, Kaylie. Best moment until now. Because I’m going to spend my days trying to top that from now on. This is just the beginning for us. We’ve got our best days yet to come, sweetheart.”

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AXEL

By Harper Sloan

Prologue

God… please let him be late.  Traffic?  Boss needed help?  Hell, at this point I would even pray for his shoe being untied.

ANYTHING
to give me just five extra minutes.

Taking a frustrated breath, I remember… I gave up pleading to the heavens years ago.  Ten years to be exact.  The day
he
walked out of my life.  The day the sun stopped shining and my world turned gray.  The day that my dreams turned into nightmares.  I miss my dreams, the sun, and I miss
him
.  So fucking much, even though I know I shouldn’t.  After all, what good does it do to miss a ghost?

Come on… come on….
I silently beg the light to change.  Why is it that the only time I’m running late, every single light catches me?  “Fuck!  Just fucking change!”  I just know if I am not home in the next ten minutes all hell will break loose. 
Finally
, as soon as the light turns green I slam on the gas.  All I need to do is hurry and everything will be fine.

Right?

I roll into the driveway at 5:45, throw the car in park and rush into the house.  Thankfully I had enough foresight when I left earlier to start the slow cooker.  “Okay, Okay…” I mutter to myself, while rushing around the kitchen island to the table.  If I didn’t hurry… nope, I can’t go there. 
There
would cause me to lock up in fear, and cutting it this close, I can’t lock up.

“Deep breath,
Iz… just breathe.”  I remind myself, setting the bowls of chili down.  As quickly as I can manage I set the table, make sure the glasses are spot free and the silverware is perfectly aligned.  I was
not
going to make those mistakes again.  Rushing back to the kitchen, I make sure I’ve washed and dried all the cookware, and signs of my slow cooker use.  I have just enough time to make sure that my ‘face’, as he so lovingly calls it, doesn’t look like I just rushed my duties.

At 6:05, on the dot, I hear the garage door rolling up. 
Breathe
.  A few moments later, he walks in.  Of course, he would never be running late.  God forbid he would make it home a minute past his normal scheduled time.  The world might end, sky might fall, and pigs might start flying.

No, not my husband; he is never off his game.

“Good evening, Isabelle.  How was your day?”  He asks, while unloading his arms of his coat, briefcase, and keys.  He makes sure his coat is hung perfectly; wrinkles wouldn’t dare mess with him.  Even they know not to poke the bear.  After he disposes of his cell, wallet, and other pocket shit, he finally looks up at me with his cold, dead eyes.

Permission to speak has silently been granted.

“Good evening, Brandon.  Things were normal as always today.  Did some laundry, ran the errands you asked me to do, and got home around three.  I know you said your parents are thinking of coming this weekend, so I wanted to make sure I had enough time to get the spare room situated before I started dinner.”

Lies, all lies … just enough to hopefully make him think I wasn’t out.

“Hmmm,” he states, while rolling his sleeves up. “So,” he looks up with his evil smirk and those dead eyes.  “That wasn’t you I just saw speeding down Oak Street like the bats of hell were on your bumper, Isabelle?”

Fuck. Me
.

“Brandon, I swear it’s not what you think.” I squeak out.  Shit, this is going to be bad.  “Dee stopped by, she’s in town and just wanted to say hi, catch up a little.  I haven’t seen her in six months- -”

His smile stops me cold, immediately I start backing away. 
Oh shit, I know that look.

“Now, now… Isabelle.  What have I told you about Denise?  Hmm?  If I remember correctly, it was something along the lines of you are not to talk, call or take calls from her, and you are definitely not to FUCKING SEE HER!”

He’s starting to step closer now.  Frantically I look around for an escape, but he’s blocking my only exit.  “You have been told, and I would have thought you learned this lesson six months ago.  Isn’t that how long you said it’s been?   What do I need to do for you to get it through your dumb fucking head?  Jesus Christ, you’re a stupid fucking bitch.”  His eyes are so cold as he steps right into my space.  “What part of you being mine, and only mine, did you not understand the last time I was forced to explain this to you.  I will not share you with fucking anyone.  Do you hear me, Isabelle?”  He sneers my name like its very presence on his tongue disgusts him.  I’ve hit panic mode now, he has me backed into the wall, no escape in sight.  “No fucking person in this goddamn world is allowed you.  Only.  Fucking.  Me!”  He continues, his eyes bugging out and his spit hitting me in the face.  “You’re nothing but a stupid fucking slut!  Isn’t that right, Isabelle?  I should have walked the other way that night at Fire.  I should have known a bar slut from a mile away.  But, no!  It’s all your fault my dick wouldn’t walk the other way.”  He rears back and slaps me hard across my cheek.  I squeeze my hands into fists, digging my nails into my palms to keep from screaming out.  I can feel the blood running down my neck from the cut his ring must have caused on my jaw.  I might be stuck, but I’ll be damned if I will let him break me.

“What did
I fucking say, Isabelle?  NO DENISE!  No afternoons chatting like little fucking bitches.  You’re to be here, cleaning my fucking house, cooking my fucking dinner, and spreading your fat fucking thighs for my dick!”  He reaches out and grabs a bowl of chili, throwing it with all his strength against the wall.  I watch chunks of meat, beans and sauce run down my happy yellow walls.  “And what in the fuck is this shit?  I told you, you fucking bitch, I wanted lasagna.  Does that look like lasagna?”  I should have seen it coming, but my attention was still focused on my happy yellow walls and the globs of dinner still rolling down.  I was just turning back to him when his fist hit my temple, momentarily making my vision blur.  At least that seems to have knocked some sense into my sluggish brain.  I dart to the right, quickly trying to escape the second fist I know will soon be following.  Too late, always too late, I catch the second one in the ribs, knocking the breath right out of my lungs.  Brandon grabs my thick hair and with a twist of his wrist, I’m right back at his mercy.

Mercy I know he doesn’t have.

Throwing me into the hallway, with what feels like the strength of ten men, he’s quick to follow with a kick to my stomach.  “You stupid bitch.  You just can’t listen.  I own you, all of you.  No one else.  No one else touches what is MINE.  Especially not fucking DENISE!  I warned you what would happen.  No, I promised your dumb ass what would happen if you went near her again.”  Kick… slap… punch… kick.  “You’re never going to learn are you?” He’s panting with exertion and it’s taking everything I have not to let the blackness overcome me.  Even if I know numbness would be following quickly.

I lost track of how long he stood over me, screaming and beating, alternating between his feet and his fist.

Freedom, that’s all I crave now.

I close my eyes and pass out.

*~*~*

When I wake up, the house is dark.  Every bone, muscle, and hair on my head hurt.  I can’t take a deep breath without wanting to die.  I can feel wetness on various parts of my head and body. 
Fuck.
  It’s never been this bad.  I can’t hear anything out of my left ear, what the hell happened to my ear?  Fuck, I need to move. Clutching my arm around my middle, I slowly climb to my feet.  I take a look around, out of my very swollen eyes, and see that dinner is still sitting on the table.  The broken bowl, chili dried to the wall, and even the spotless cups are sitting there mocking me.  With a slow and silent step I glance into the living room.  No sign of Brandon.  Shuffling, more like dragging myself to the kitchen, I see his keys are gone.  Holy shit!  He’s not here.  Never, not once in six years has he left me alone in the house after a ‘lesson’.

I walk along the wall, holding on for support until I reach my purse, unzipping the side zipper; I reach in and take out my phone.  The phone Brandon doesn’t know I have.  I’m not allowed to have a phone, and he disconnects the house phone and takes it with him when he leaves.  I can barely see enough to turn the phone on.  I slide my finger across the screen and unlock it.  Finally, after a few wrong buttons, I place the call.

“Hello?  Hello, Iz?  Iz, are you there?  Is everything okay?  IZ??”  I can hear her, she’s practically screaming.  But I can’t get the words out.  She knows I wouldn’t be calling this late.  Hell, she knows I wouldn’t call at all.

I take a shallow breath, and rasp out the only word I need to bring my salvation.

“Help...”

Then the blackness pulls me under.

Chapter 1

(Izzy)

I haven’t always been this weak person… this broken woman.  I used to dream, and when I did, I dreamt big.  I had plans, plans
of a future so bright it would blind you.  I can still remember the day those dreams, those grand plans, and that future as bright as the sun went poof.

I just didn’t know it at the time.

At the time I thought everything would be okay.  After all, what seventeen-year-old girl doesn’t think she’s invincible?

That, coincidently, was the same day I decided fate hated me.  No, she didn’t hate me… she loathed me.  People say karma is a bitch, but I have news for you, karma doesn’t have anything on fate when she is after blood.  Not a single thing.

I wish I knew what it was that set fate on the path of my doom.  Maybe it was just being born?  I like to think I was at least okay there.  My parents loved me, they prayed for me, and I was everything to them.  So, no, I don’t think that was the day.

Or it could have been the day I stole Maggie Jones’ pudding cup.  But Maggie was a bully, never nice and always stuffing her face, so I like to think I did her a favor.

I once stole a chocolate bar from the grocery store, but seriously?  Fate would have been after every little teenage shit if that was the case.  Point fingers all you want, but where I come from it’s like a rite of passage.

No, I think fate decided she hated me the day I walked into Dale High School freshman year and my path collided with Axel’s.  It would make sense that the reason she hated me was the reason for all my pain.

The reason I’m convinced fate will never shine in my favor again.  Why would she?  She took it all away.  Wiped out every single thing I had ever loved in one swift kick.

One day I might figure it out, the reason fate hated me, Isabelle West.  But, until that day I damn sure will be careful with my dreams and my plans; my heart and my soul.

Fate might hate me, but that doesn’t stop me from hoping one day she forgets about her favorite chew toy.  When that day comes, I hope karma has some fun with that bitch, fate.