Natural Attraction (35 page)

Holy shit!

I feel Jax’s fingers slowly release their death grip on my skull as he gently slides his cock out of my mouth and lowers himself into my lap.  Stunned and exhausted, I let my head roll to the side, afraid to look in his eyes, knowing something rare has just happened and not too sure how to face it.

I feel Jax swing his arm behind him as his fingers slowly creep inside me, sliding easily on the sticky juices set free by my orgasm.  He pulls his hand back quickly and thrusts his fingers into his mouth.

“Holy fuck,” he mumbles, his eyes honing in on me as he uses his other hand to turn my face back to look at him.

“Ash, look at me
.” His voice is gentle, encouraging.

I reluctantly swing my eyes to his, embarrassed and confused.

“That was the
best
fucking blow job I’ve ever had in my life.  Not good at it my fucking arse.  Holy shit woman.  And you coming as well, without any manual stimulation, now
that
is something I’ve
never
seen before.”

Feeling drugged and dazed, I blink slowly as my mind registers what he is saying.  I force a small smile as my breathing slows and I stare at him, wondering what has just happened.  I am unexpectedly satisfied beyond belief.

“Ash, are you okay?” I watch his eyes pinch together as he moves his face in closer to my face.  “Fuck Ash.  Are you alright?”

I nod slowly and he leans in further, softly caressing my lips with his.  His tongue swipes gently, seeking entry and I open for him.  His tongue gently rolls through my mouth and I respond, gently rolling mine against his, a bit hesitant, wondering if he can taste himself in my mouth.

He again withdraws and says, “You
are
okay aren’t you?”  A small grin is now teasing at the edge of his mouth.

I can’t help but grin back.  “Yes I am.  Slightly earth moved, but
more
than okay.”

“Thank fuck.  You had me shitt
ing myself there for a minute.”

He leans in to peck me on the lips.  “Time for pizza, here rinse your mouth with this.” 

He hands me my glass of bourbon and I take it, gulping down a few mouthfuls, the cold Coke and ice soothing my throat.  I finish the full glass in one sitting as he slowly slides across to sit next to me.

“I’m not sure I’m hungry, I’ve just had a protein shake.” I quip, smiling at him with amusement.

I watch as his body shakes and his dimples pop.  He is chuckling with amusement. 

“You could say that.”

The awkwardness of the moment has passed and grinning broadly, he leans across, flips the lid open on the pizza and hands me a piece.

“
Eat, with the shit you’ve been doing to me these past two days, I’m gunna want more.  Lots more.  For that, you will need your strength.”

I take the slice of pizza and take a huge bite.

“You’re the boss.” I say as I happily chew on my pizza and decide that I’m down with blow jobs. 

Any time.

I don’t want to go home

The rest of my first week with Jax played out like a dream come true. 

I spent my days outside either riding Maverick or I would spend my time watching Jax work with his horses.

I also got to know many of Jax’s family members a whole lot better.  This was because many
of them dropped in over the course of the week to visit.  At one stage I asked Jax if his life was normally so busy with visitors and he was quick to reply with a no. 

Clearly I was officially a tourist attraction.

The dream days were always followed up by dream nights of delicious home cooked meals, hot spas and warm nights spent in bed with Jax.  The nights were often the highlight of my day as we helped each other discover new ways to set our bodies on fire. 

I started to wonder if this was what
love
felt like. 

Surely it did, but how could I know when I was sure I had never been in love before.    (Well except for with Twinkle that is.)  I was painfully aware that it probably wasn’t possible to fall in
love
with someone in just one week. 

Was it?

By Saturday, Maverick and I had progressed to riding the paddocks and beyond to the local trails near Jax’s property.  Jax always came along for the ride on one of his own horses. 

Once he even bought Trouble along and that was my
favorite ride, ever.  Watching Jax and Trouble, so fully attuned to each other, powering ahead of me on the trail was a sight to behold.  They were two magnificent males, working together to ride as one.  

I loved watching the way Jax swayed along in his saddle in front of me.  As he rode, he would gently rock to encourage Trouble along.  The active riding causing the muscles on his back to ripple against his shirt as he rhythmically swayed along. 

It was hypnotic to watch and several times I forgot I was even riding a horse myself. 

I decided that day that riding along behind Trouble and Jax was something I could do for hours, all day, every day.

On these rides, Jax taught me many valuable lessons on riding and dealing with various situations as he found them.  He taught me how to manage Maverick over obstacles, in traffic, down steep hills and with kangaroos and motorbikes.

He also taught me the priceless value of just leaving my horse alone.  I learned how important it was that when he was doing the right thing, I only correct him when he changed speed or could not keep the proposed direction. 

Learning to relax and enjoy riding soon became addictive for me.  I was surprised how much I enjoyed it and I craved the hours we spent strolling along scenic bush tracks.

Trail riding had never held much appeal to me as a child.  I realize that this may have been partially because of Twinkle being short.  Most Shetland ponies are.  Being short meant he tired out quickly so it wasn’t an enjoyable way to ride for either of us. 

Our lack of access to decent trails (riding on the side of the road was boring), would also have compounded my trail riding dislike.  I just didn’t see the point to trail riding when there were more important,
competitive
things to do like dressage and show jumping.

Now that I was enjoying trail riding, I could even see the appeal of endurance riding.  Especially now that I had discovered most endurance rides were held in scenic locations. 

On several occasions over the past week I had even considered broaching the subject of trying out an endurance ride with Jax.  This was something I continually talked myself out of for fear of sending him into a meltdown.

Before I knew it, Sunday lunch at Ro and David’s was on us again.  I watched in amusement as
the whole scene from the weekend before played out again.  Once again Jax snuck the children a big bag of lollies.  Once again the boys sat outside to drink beer while the women prepared the feast. 

One small difference to the week
before was that Christopher joined the men for beers and Mel joined us in the kitchen.  She was clearly keen to hear about my week and she was bursting with excitement to tell me about hers.  On more than one occasion I had seen Rebecca looking at us both with a soft look in her eyes.  I believe she was happy to see that we were bonding and that her daughter was gaining the confidence to establish her own friendships outside the immediate family. 

I also noticed she listened to Mel telling me about Jett without adding comment.  It was obvious she was enjoying the opportunity to listen to her daughter talk about boys without breaking the spell by being involved in the conversation. By the look of surprise on her face when she realized that Mel was crushing on a boy, I got the distinct feeling most of what she heard that afternoon had not been heard before.

Ro’s meal theme for this week was Spanish.

The meal comprised a delicious main of both vegetable and meat tortillas.  These were served with salad and followed by a delicious cream filled sponge for dessert called Brazo de Gitano.  Once again the cooking skills of Jax’s family astounded me  They also left me feeling embarrassed that all I could offer for the day were my table setting and clean up skills.

It was as the afternoon was winding up and people were starting to shuffle about preparing to go home that I overheard Jax talking with Christopher.  He was finalizing some arrangement where Christopher would be staying at his house.

“You’ll need to follow me out to the truck so I can give you my spare keys.  Feeds will all be the norm, no special diets for anyone.  Stay out of my bedroom, period.  The rest of the house is yours to do with as you please.  I suggest the spare bedroom opposite the main
bathroom, it’s got a king-sized bed.  No women to stay over either.  Keep an eye on the water troughs, I’ve had a couple of ball floats jam with muck from all the dust this time of year.”

Intrigued that it sound
s like Christopher is moving in and taking responsibility for all Jax’s daily chores, I sidle up and slide my arm around his waist to listen in.

“Sure.  Enjoy yourselves.  Next time Mel and I come.”  Chris
topher nods as he moves off to say good-bye to the rest of his family.

Yourselves.
  We are going somewhere?

Deciding I can’t wait to find out what Chris
topher is talking about, I step in front of Jax and get straight to asking.

“What was that about?  It sounded like we were going somewhere,” I ask.  I also decide to narrow my eyes and squint to let him know I am on to him.

“We are.”  Jax agrees, nodding and leaning in to give me a quick peck on the lips.

“Okay,” I agree. 

I of course agree instantaneously because I can think of no better thing to do than to go anywhere with Jax, any time.  In fact, over the past couple of days I have begun to experience brief moments of panic at the thought of having to go home at the end of the week. 

The thought of leaving Jax and leaving this dream lifestyle has at certain times, been overwhelming.  I did of course realize this would all have to end eventually.  Fairy tales
do
not last forever. 

I have a job and a life of my own.  I have friends I haven’t seen for over a week and most importantly of all, I have a mortgage to pay.  I can see myself spending weekends with Jax, but weekdays, sooner or later, are going to become complicated.  The sad reality is that eventually I need to go back to work.

I realize I shouldn’t complain about not seeing my friends.  Jax has offered a few times for me to invite them over for a meal.  Every time I have declined.  This is because I am not yet ready to share him with the rest of my world. 

Inviting my friends over to a meal, at a house other than my own suggests a relationship with the owner of the house.  I am also aware that we haven’t discussed what the nature of ou
r relationship is.  I am aware however, that Jax is treating it as something that is going to last a lot longer than these two weeks.  He often refers to the future as if I am planning on staying with him forever.

I have been ringing Jen every day to report on my progress with Maverick.  I have even let on that I am developing strong feelings for Jax.  Jen is ecstatic and keeps encouraging me to
go for it.

What I am going for, I’m not sure.  Is there anything more than this?

“Just okay?” Jax breaks into my reverie.  He raises his eyebrows and purses his mouth looking incredulous that I have just agreed to whatever he has planned.

“Why?  Isn’t
okay
enough?” I ask cheekily.

“Sure it is.  But aren’t you gunna even ask where we’re go
ing?” He asks turning his head to the side slightly and giving me the side of his narrowed gaze.

“Sure.  Where are we going?” I ask amused, deciding that I’d rather just know or we could end
up in some guessing game for the rest of the day.

“
Me, you, Maverick, Trouble and the golden girls are heading for four glorious days riding and fishing the banks of the mighty Murray River.  Five star gooseneck accommodation will be provided.  Hot nights of drinking and debauchery should be expected.  You up for that?”

Was I ever!

Not caring that I am responding excitedly in front of his family, I launch up and plant a big hot, wet, sloppy kiss on his lips.  I am acting like a child receiving a big bag of lollies and I am grinning like a madwoman.

“Hell yeah.
  Sounds
fantastic,
” I spout excitedly against his lips.

“Thought you might be keen,” he mumbles against my lips before pushing me gently away.  “We leave first thing in the morn
ing. Christopher will be staying at my place for the next three nights so he can do the morning and evening feeds for the horses.  He’s not happy he’s not coming.  He and Mel love camping on the Murray too so I have promised to take them with us on our next trip.”