Irons (Norfolk #1) (20 page)

He sat back and laid his head against the couch. “You want to place money on it, college girl?”

“Oh hell no, I’m not making this a game for you. I like Mary.”

“Ouch.” He held his hand to his heart. “Better than me?”

“Different than you.”

He closed his eyes and chuckled quietly.

“You should go home and get some rest. I know what happened while I was asleep last night. I heard Jax on the phone with his mother this morning.”

He opened his eyes and slowly turned his head towards me.

“I have a habit of—”

I heard the door open. Shadows jumped up and pushed me so I was low on the couch. His hand automatically went to his hip, where I knew a well hidden gun was strapped.

“Shadows, you here, man?”

“Jesus, Irons, you scared the fuck out of me.”

I stood up off the couch as he walked into the living room.

“Is there a reason the fucking door is unlocked!”

“Is there a fucking reason you were strolling on the damn beach with your girl Mimi!”

Before he could respond, I walked into my room and slammed the door.

I wasn’t sure why I reacted the way I did. I even told Shadows I trusted him.

I sat at my desk and took out my books. I was going to get some work done today, come hell or high water.

It was about five minutes before my door opened and I didn’t have to look back to know who it was. He turned my swivel chair so it was facing him. I started to say something when his hungry mouth devoured my lips. I tried not to reciprocate, I tried pulling back, but his strong yet gentle hand held my head in place.

His tongue lightly stroked my lips and I fought against my body and desire to open to him.

He continued and I quickly caved.

My mouth opened and his tongue darted in, rubbing firmly up the length of mine, tasting me over and over again.

Finally, when he had taken what he was after, his mouth left mine and his lips pressed gently to my cheek, “Morning.”

“Jax, I am—”

“I understand, but you and I will be discussing this laying in your bed. Nothing good comes out of fighting unless that’s where we are. Much quicker, much easier and I get to hold you before you say you’re sorry for assuming I have done anything wrong, when you know damn well, I only want you.”

“Jax.” his finger pressed against my lips, hushing me as his free hand pulled mine helping me stand.

Once I was in bed, he lay next to me and leaned over using his hands to hold himself above me as his forehead just barely touched mine.

His intense and extremely sexy green eyes peering down at me as he whispered, “Say it.”

“Jax—”

“Say it.” This time there was a touch of urgency in his voice.

“I love you but—”

“Again.” He closed his eyes and bowed his head, kissing my neck.

“I love you.”

“Again.” He nipped lightly on my neck.

“I love you, Jaxson Irons.”

I was putty in his hands.

Jax

I
kissed down
her neck, careful not to be too harsh with her.

I stopped and kneeled down beside of her, taking her hands, holding them to my face. “I have things going on that I can’t tell you. Not because I don’t trust you, not because I want to hide anything from you, but because I treasure you.”

Her lower lip began quivering and then she blurted out, “I heard you on the phone. I was at the window listening to your conversation.”

I took in a deep breath and looked into her eyes, trying to figure out how it made her feel, but I could tell it upset her.

“You heard me.”

“Talking to your mother. She doesn’t think I’m good enough for you, and I don’t disagree.”

“Well, then, you’d understand how it is I feel the same way about you being too good for me.”

“No, not ever.”

“Frankie, I need you to tell me that you’ll be okay.” I stopped and took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to say what needed to be said without hurting her as badly as it was hurting me.

“You’re scaring me,” she whispered.

“I’m terrified that loving me will cause you harm. That if I don’t put distance between us—”

“No!” She sat up and winced.

“It already has.”

“I don’t care. Jax, I don’t care one bit. I just want to be with you.”

Her arms wrapped around me tightly and she squeezed and the sound of hurt and pain escaped her.

“I have to. I have to do it to protect you.”

“So leaving me protects me how, Jax! How?”

“It’s the only way. You won’t be alone. I promise.”

“A hired man?”

“No, Shadows.”

“Why?”

“I am not one hundred percent sure why but that’s what I am going to find out.”

She looked up at me, her brown eyes filled with tears. “Who will protect you?”

“You. By agreeing to this, you are protecting me. By being strong and believing what I am about to tell you, regardless of what you see elsewhere, you, Frankie, are protecting me.”

“How long, Jax?”

“Until November.”

“Election?”

“Yes.”

“You promise me you aren’t with her. That’s it’s a show. And you tell me that—”

“You tell me you’ve loved me for a long time, that you realized it since the age of twelve. I am telling you that I saw that same emotion, felt that love, since then, too. For the very first time with your family, I felt a connection on such a different level than I had ever experienced. Not the same way as you. You did it gradually, knew what it meant. It didn’t scare the hell out of you. To me it happened with a kiss from one grieving soul to another. I ran from it, fought it, hell, I denied it, until that moment on the beach when I saw you after three years. You were not a child anymore. You grew so much in three years, and not just physically. Your eyes were different, like they had seen both sides of the world, not just the one you were blessed enough to be raised in. I knew right then if I didn’t walk—”

She sniffled and wiped her eyes. “Run.”

“Hell yes, I ran. I wanted nothing to do with making you see the world’s darkness any more than you had. And I didn’t know what to do with the feelings inside of me until that first night. That night, something inside of me changed and I still fought it because it just didn’t feel right not being with you. I thought you broke something inside of me, until I realized you just opened up a part of me I didn’t know existed. In doing that, you became part of me. What I am trying to say, Frankie, is if you can’t do this, I understand and I will put in for a transfer because I would need a thousand miles between us to keep my word to you. Nothing less would work because I love you, Francesca Cruz, those words still aren’t enough, it’s so much stronger, so until I invent a new way to say it, I will say I love you, every day, forever, if not in words, in touch, in person, then in this.”

I reached in my pocket and pulled out a necklace I had bought just a few hours ago. The long platinum chain was attached to a round tapped metal locket. When opened, one side had an angel, and the other side the word love.

She smiled as tears fell down her face and I put the necklace on her. She reached down and pulled the locket up and opened it.

“If you look closely, your initials are in scripted in the wings. See the F?”

“I do, but not the C.”

I nodded. “That would be hard to see because it’s not there.”

“Oh.” She smiled, not catching on to what I was telling her.

“Look closer.”

“I am, Jax, but—”

“When this is all over. When I have figured it all out and know I will not put you in any danger, that’s what I want, Francesca.”

She took in a quivering deep breath as she traced the I on the other wing. “You’re sure?”

“I am a man who knows what he wants and will stop at nothing to have it. If you want the same thing—”

“After graduation.”

“You’re sure.”

“Yes.”

“Good, because I have never wanted anything more.”

“Say it.” She whispered against my lips.

“I love you, Frankie.”

“Again.”

“I. Love. You.”

Need overtook sense and I kissed her harder than I had wanted. She whimpered but pulled me closer and climbed on my lap. She pushed her little hand between us and tried to unbutton my pants while our tongues caressed one another’s.

I pulled back and unbuttoned them myself as she stood on the bed and tore off her shorts and thong. I pushed up on my knees and pulled my jeans down as I looked at her naked bare pussy. She pushed on my shoulders and I grabbed her hips, pulling her towards me. I licked her hot bare flesh and she gasped as her nails dug into my skin. I kissed her skin as I pushed one and then two fingers inside her and she clenched around them. I rubbed my thumb up and pushed on her clit as I curled my fingers inside her.

“God, yes,” she moaned as she rocked into my fingers.

I licked her outer lips as she rode my hand.

“Fuck my hand, Frankie.”

“Yes, oh, yes.”

“Come for me, Frankie. Come, sweetheart.”

I leaned in and sucked on her clit and felt her quiver and contract inside.

I leaned back so I could watch her come. I fucking loved watching her fall apart.

She pushed against my hand harder, then screamed out my name. My name had never sounded so god damn good.

I laid her down, “Roll over, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt your ribs. On all fours.”

I loved the way she looked from behind. I could fully see every beautiful part of her. She was living and movable art. The perfectly round ass was even more round in this position.

I pushed her shirt up, “Take it off,” and I unsnapped her bra which she removed as well.

Her back was as beautiful as the rest of her, her long black hair cascaded over her soft tanned skin. Her shoulders were more rounded. The overall view from this angle was enough to send my primal urges into overdrive.

Her toes were pointed, making the definition in her calves even more alluring. She was fully exposed to me and ready to take whatever I offered. She was my treasure, my lover, my love.

Finally I allowed myself to look at the spot where we connected, joined together. Her hot skin was slick with her juices and I couldn’t wait to see my cock slide in and out of her as she coated it and made it glisten.

In this position she was fully submitting to me, giving me all control. I dug my fingers into her waist and gripped tightly.

She responded in a plea, “Jax, please.”

“Give me a minute to admire you, Frankie. Fuck, you are magnificent.”

I leaned in and kissed her cheeks and then licked between them.

“Jax, please.” She pushed against me.

The hunger in her voice mirrored the hunger burning inside of me.

I rubbed my cock up and down her wet folds, soaking it with her juices.

Once aligned, I took her hips in my hands holding them still as I slowly pushed into her, watching each inch disappear inside. Once I was all in, I leaned over and kissed her shoulder blades and licked up her neck. I loved the taste of her skin. I reached beneath her, cupped her breasts and pinched her erect nipples. She whimpered as I pulled at them. I stood up, released her breast, took her hips and pulled back, watching her from behind.

Slowly I slid back in and just as slowly out, bathing in her warmth, her wetness. After several strokes and hearing her purrs, whimpers, and moans, I moved faster. No longer sliding in her silk pussy but thrusting deeper and harder.

My pace quickened and I leaned to the side, wanting to see her beautiful face, but was distracted as I watched her perfect C-cup bounce with each thrust.

“God, Frankie, you are an angel.”

“Oh, Jax,” she moaned. “Oh, yes.”

I reached around her and rubbed her hardened clit and she yelled out louder, “Yes.”

I continued rubbing her as I plunged in and out of her harder and faster as I rubbed, squeezed and kissed her body. I couldn’t get enough. I was like a man possessed.

She attempted to push against me but this position was mine. All mine. I was going to set the pace the entire time. She would come, when I was ready.

“Hold on, Frankie.” I growled against her back and then leaned up and smelled her hair.

“Fuck, you smell good, sweetheart, like perfume and pussy. I’ll never get enough.”

“You better not,” she panted.

“Fuck!”

I felt her pussy squeeze around my cock and pulled out.

“Jax, no,” she whined.

“I said not yet.” I squeezed her ass, spreading it further apart.

I entered at a different angle, avoiding her g-spot, the opposite of what I would normally do, but I didn’t want this to end.

“So hot,” I groaned as I shifted right and then left, teasing her purposely.

“I wanna come, Jax, please.”

“Not yet.”

I slammed in harshly and then pulled out.

“I thought you said you love me.” She pouted.

“I love you.”

“Then fuck me, Jax. Fuck me and come with me, damn it.”

I thrust in and out at a steady speed. I wasn’t ready. I wanted her to continue telling me, showing me how badly she wanted me, this, us.

After several minutes her pussy squeezed me so tightly that it nearly pushed me out. I held her as tight as I could as she bucked wildly, as her orgasm spiraled out of control. Our flesh continued to collide over and over until, finally, I slowed down and at that, I felt my cock twitch as it deposited my first hot load inside of her.

I kissed down her back as I slowly pulled out.

“Oh my God. It just keeps getting better.”

“I’m glad you think so, too.”

She climbed up in her bed and I grabbed some tissues and rubbed between her legs, cleaning her as I kissed her lips softly over and over, and over, again.

“I never imagined being loved by you would be this good.”

I smiled as I tossed the tissues in the garbage and lay next to her. She rolled to her side, curled up against me and yawned.

“Tired?”

“Yes.”

“You should have slept in.” I kissed her head.

“I woke up and you were gone. I didn’t like it.” Her grip tightened.