Irons (Norfolk #1) (4 page)

“If you hit me,
Francesca,
so help me God, I’ll…”

“Do what! Go fuck one of your blonde bimbos!”

“They’re friends,
Francesca!
I was gonna say I’d hit you back!”

“Oh, really!” I spat at him.

“Well, no, but…”

“Good, because I’d have someone bigger than you kick your ass!”

Drunk, he grabbed my arms so I wouldn’t hit him again. He backed me up against the car and screamed, “Oh yeah, who?”

“Fuck you!”

“Is that what you want? Is that why you came here, to get fucked,
Francesca?”

“Maybe it is! That’s all we are anyway. But if you’re getting it elsewhere then by all means…”

His mouth crashed over mine and his hands tangled in my hair. His body slammed against mine and I felt his erection pushing against my stomach. “You don’t deserve my time after that little show but if that’s what you want, then I’ll fuck you right here and right now.”

He pulled my dress up and spun me around so that I was facing my car.

He pulled my panties to the side and rubbed the head of his dick against me. I was so angry with him I should have moved away, told him no; but I needed this now.

“I should be spanking your ass and not giving you an orgasm,” he growled as he rammed himself into me fully.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

That was the first time he spanked me. I was not all right with it at all and he held me still.

“Is that what you want,
Francesca?”

“Fuck you.” I pushed back against him, needing him deeper, and he smacked my ass again.

“I’m gonna fuck you as I beat your ass. If this is all we are, then let’s do it right.”

I didn’t say no. I wanted it and he was giving me exactly what I wanted; in a lighted parking lot at one in the morning.

We didn’t talk for a week after that and then he showed up with flowers.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what the hell came over me…”

“I wanted it. Don’t be sorry.”

“What the hell are we doing,
Francesca?”

To avoid an awkward conversation, I pulled him in the apartment and down the hall to my room.

“I don’t know what happened, Joel, but I want it again.”

As the years passed, we had gotten more deviant in the bedroom. The pain and pleasure combination was welcome. Sometimes he took it too far and I would wear bruises on my ass or across my back. Our first experience with a crop cut my ass and the scar was there still. I wasn’t looking forward to explaining that over the summer. Joel had changed, too. He wasn’t interested in conversation any more than I was ‘because it always ended in a fight. So we spent our time fucking and the darker it became, the more I liked it and the less I thought about the emotional pain
.

“I’d love to go. Give me five minutes.”

Mary and Renee gasped and then squealed as they jumped around. I laughed as I walked down the hall to my room to change.

I grabbed a black tank dress and threw on a pair of strappy sandals. I pulled the clip out of my hair and fingered through the black mess of curls, trying to make sense of my hair and decided it really didn’t matter. My nails were a mess, and my makeup was non–existent; it had been that way for a few years now. I grabbed my makeup bag and swiped on some mascara and then some lip gloss. I squeezed some lotion in my hands and rubbed my legs and arms that had finally gotten some color.

I walked out and looked at Mary and Renee, who still appeared surprised.

“You two ready or did you decide to stay in, because I’m going out.”

I walked out the door and they followed.

“Where to?” Mary grabbed my hand, smiling like a fool.

“No clue, I’m following you.”

“I say we try something new. Last time we went to Bar Norfolk, you took off.” Renee nudged me.

“I won’t tonight.”

“Good, okay I’m in the mood for hot alpha men who I can bring to their knees.” Mary laughed as she skipped about.

“Let’s go to Hot Tuna’s,” Renee laughed.

“Eww, that’s gross,” I laughed.

“It’s SEAL specific hunting ground, Frankie. I know you have Joel but maybe it’s time for some SEAL.”

“I’ll have fun watching you two hunt,” I laughed. “Remind me to buy some earplugs.”

“Why?” Mary asked.

“All that barking coming from your rooms will drive me nuts.”

They laughed as we stood waiting for our cab.

Jax

“I
can’t believe
you two assholes dragged me here,” I grumbled as I tossed back another shot of Jack.

“Lot of ass to be had,” Shadows laughed as he grabbed bottles of beer off the table. “Let’s go outside and check it out.”

We walked out front where part of the street was blocked off for the 94.9 Points party. I wouldn’t admit it to them, but it was pretty damn cool.

Spring break brought out the hotties for sure. And let’s just say I needed to get back on the saddle. After seeing Frankie two hours ago, I was struggling and I sure as hell didn’t need that shit in my head again.

Everyone was having a good time. Titan and Shadows were dancing with a couple hot brunettes and I was looking around for a—specific type. I grabbed some more shooters. Jell-O shots, mixing rum and Jack probably wasn’t a great idea, but I was ready to get lit up.

I saw what I was looking for, a hot curly dark haired girl with a Hispanic flair. She had a tight body, nice full ass and tits that looked to be a bit more than a mouthful. The black dress hit above the knees at that spot that made you wonder what the hell was up there. She looked up and away quickly. I wasn’t sure if she was looking at me or not but I didn’t care. You don’t go out looking like that expecting to blend. I started walking towards her and I spotted Ace immediately. He put his hand on the small of her back and whispered in her ear. She tossed her head back and covered her face laughing. I wanted to tear his head off.

He took her hands and placed them on his shoulders and they began to dance. I watched him smiling and laughing. I got a chuckle out of the fact that his nose was a bit bent. “Fucker.”

I looked around needing to find a distraction or I was gonna be back on the shit list when I tore that bastard apart again.

I grabbed a chick I noticed had been eyeing me earlier.

“Dance?”

She nodded and took my hand and followed me closer to Ace. I wanted to make sure he knew I was here and then take the girl he was with home and fuck her.

“Tonya,” she smiled. “My name is Tonya.”

“Jaxson.” I pulled her closer as we danced.

“I’m from Minnesota.”

“Cool. I live here.”

“Cool.”

“I’m on Spring Break…”

I kissed her just to shut her the hell up. I didn’t give a fuck who she was or where she was from.

I felt someone bump into me, pried my lips off Minnesota, then turned and saw the chick I’d be banging tonight was the guilty party.

“Excuse me, miss,” I said loud enough for Ace to hear me.

He looked at me and glared.

“Well hello there, Ace. How’s it been?” He didn’t say a word. “Did this beautiful lady hear what a douche bag you are?”

“Go fuck yourself, Jax.”

“You do know that act is supposed be done with a partner. You may have to resort to doing it alone but I’ve never had a problem finding a willing participant.” Minnesota snorted. “Hey doll, how about you go grab us a drink?”

I handed her some cash and she headed to the bar.

“Dancing requires two people as well, Jax, so how about you run along with your little friend…”

“No, I’m good here, thanks. I’ll wait till your dance partner gets sick of smelling your nasty stench and wants to come dance with a man who knows what he’s doing. Sweetheart, why don’t you come over here?”

She turned and looked up at me. “I’m good, thanks.”

I tried not to look stunned but I was.

“I’m good, Jax, was it?”

“She’s good.” Ace pulled her closer.

She leaned up and kissed him, she fucking kissed him.

“Frankie,” I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back, “Not him.”

“Back the fuck off, Irons,” Ace growled and pulled her tighter against him.

“Frankie, I’m not fucking…”

“Aren’t you supposed to be on night duty?” She used those fucking air quotes when she said night duty.

“That’s neither here nor fucking there!” I air quoted that shit right back. “Not him!”

“Back the fuck off, Iron!” Ace yelled.

“When I bust your nose this time, you gonna go crying to the Commander?”

“You touch me and I’ll be ready, mother fucker. You won’t be getting a bitch slap in this time.”

“The only bitch in that jab was you Ace!”

I drew my arm back and Frankie’s hand came up and she slapped me across the face.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me. “Not him!”

“Get your hands off me!”

Shadows and Titan grabbed me and pulled me back as I was stepping around her to go after Ace.

“Not here, man.”

I watched as she turned and kissed him again.

“Get her the FUCK away from him!”

“Jax, that’s enough man. It’s been three years. He’s nothing…”

“That’s Frankie! That’s Will’s kid sister,” I pulled away from them and started to walk towards her.

She whispered in his ear and they both started laughing. I saw red and then I was jacked back by Titan and Shadows—again.

“You two better take your fucking hands off of me!”

“Is there a problem here?” A tanned up, waxed beach bitch walked over flexing his muscles and I laughed. “What’s so fucking funny?”

“You, are you fucking kidding me?”

“Nothing, sorry about that.” Shadows stood in front of me while Titan shoved me down in a bar stool.

“Cut the shit, man, or they’ll kick your ass out,” Titan growled in my ear.

“Like I give a shit.”

“Look up at the stage, man. Little Will is about to enter the wet t-shirt contest. You wanna miss that?”

“Over my dead…” Titan and Shadows shoved me back down. “Back the fuck off.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, man? Get a damn grip, Lieutenant!”

“She doesn’t even have a fucking t shirt on. She wouldn’t…” She turned as the DJ handed her a t shirt and pulled the dress down as she slipped the white Hot Tuna shirt over her body. I closed my eyes as she turned around.
Fuck
!

I sat and watched as she danced to some dirty ass song I think was called Talk Dirty. She avoided the water and was pretty damn tame compared to the rest of chicks up there until two girls in the front of the crowd started egging her on. She took a shot from each of them and her face scrunched up as whatever the hell they gave her went down.

Then she looked out over the crowd, cupped her hand to her ear and made the come here signal. The place roared and she walked down the stairs into the crowd, shaking that round ass that had never been there before. She was working the crowd, eye fucking every guy she grinded up against and then pushing them off when they got too close and laughed. She started doing her own thing, a fucking striptease if you ask me. I was this fucking close to jacking her ass up and out of here when she stomped to the beat of the music towards me, hands gliding up her side and into that black curly hair. I could see black lace, sexy as hell and I forced my eyes up to meet hers.

She was right in front of me, pulled my knees apart and started bending her back as she pushed her very nice tits further out.

“Chest to chest, tongue to neck, international oral sex,” She sang in my ear.

She circled her hips to the beat of the music turning her back to me. She bent slowly over, shoving her ass between my legs. I was drunk and it took every ounce of control I had to not grab her ass right then and there.

Control and I don’t really play well together. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her up so she was against me.

“No more, Frankie.”

“Put me down, Jax.”

I walked out into the street carrying her and hailed a cab.

“Put me down, Jax!”

“I’m taking your ass home!”

“You’re not my fucking father, Jax.” She squirmed as the cab pulled over.

I pushed her head down and shoved her in the cab.

The cabby looked concerned. “She’s drunk. Atlantic Ave.”

“You’re drunk, too!”

“No kidding!”

“Miss, would you like me to call the police?”

“Fuck! Frankie, don’t be so fucking difficult.” Unreal I was gonna end up in jail tonight.

“Miss?”

She looked at me, her big brown eyes confused and scared. She shook her head no.

“You have to answer him, Frankie.”

“No,” her voice broke and she took in a deep quivering breath and tears started to fill her eyes.

“Where to then, Frankie?”

“I don’t know?” She wiped furiously at her tears as they began to fall.

I threw my arm over her shoulder. “Don’t cry Francesca.”

“You lied to me. Why, Jax? Why did you say you had to work when…”

“I don’t know, okay?” I wiped her tears. “I just don’t know.”

She pushed her face into my hand as I continued thumbing her tears away. She looked up at me, “I missed you.”

She wrapped her arms around me and I held her. She kissed my cheek, my neck, and up to my lips.

“I’m drunk, Frankie. You’re drunk.”

“I know,” she said against my lips.

“Frankie.” Drunk and emotionally amped up, I kissed her back.

When she moaned against my lips I kissed her harder. She smelled, and tasted so good. So sweet and hot. I knew there was no turning back. Her tongue explored my mouth, mine explored hers. Her hands rubbed my face, my neck, my chest. Every inch she touched ignited something inside me that had never been ignited before.

The cab pulled in front of my place and I got out. She looked up at me as she scooted out.