Your Heart to Keep: Holly and Jax (23 page)

“You don’t have to worry, sir. I’ll park her in the underground parking garage.”

“Thank you.” Turning to me Jax said, “We need to take our helmets off before they’ll let us inside.”

“Just where are we?”

He snickered, “All will be revealed soon. Come.”

Carrying my helmet under my arm with my backpack still on, I’m sure they looked in stark contrast to the party dress and matching flats I wore. I hadn’t bothered to wear a jacket, after all.

Leading me through some double doors and walking for about twenty feet, we stopped.

“Welcome to the Crowne Plaza, Denver. How may I help you? A female asked us.

“I have a reservation for two under the name Reynolds.”

I elbowed Jax and tried to whisper quietly, “We’re at the Crowne Plaza? But that’s a five star hotel.”

Everything started to fall into place. He’d driven me to an expensive hotel for my twenty first birthday and we were spending the night. Suddenly I was awash with nerves. Was tonight the night that I lost my virginity? It would appear so and it would also appear that he had gone to a lot of trouble and spent probably more than he could afford to make the night happen.

He didn’t have time to respond because the woman was speaking, “If I could just get you to sign here, we’ll get your key for you and have someone show you up to your room. Do you have any luggage?”

“No. We’ll be checking out in the morning.”

“Enjoy your stay. Marcus will take you up now.”

I hadn’t even heard anyone else approach. “If you’ll come with me this way, I’ll show you to your suite.”

My mind was whirling. My legs were threatening to fail me and the fluttering in my belly was turning into wild flapping.

I had to tell myself to keep taking deep breaths. Jax obviously didn’t miss a thing because he leaned down and quietly said, “You look like you’re going to be sick. Relax.”

All I could respond with was a sideways smile. It was easy for him to tell me to relax. He had put so much into this night that I hoped I didn’t disappoint him. It’s not even like we were a couple yet. I still didn’t know what we were.

Standing in the elevator as it sped upwards, I could feel the buzz between us that never stopped. It was a constant field of electricity, charged with sexual tension.

When the elevator came to a halt we were led out and down a corridor until the valet or whatever his job description was, spoke. “Here we are. Room 210.” The door was opened for us. “If you need anything at all, please just phone down to the front desk. Enjoy your evening.”

“Thank you,” Jax and I both said at the same time before, I heard rustling.

“No, thank you!” The porter emphasized with mirth in his voice. Jax must have given him a decent tip.

We moved inside and closed the door.

I couldn’t stay quiet any longer. “I can’t believe you did this! You brought me to the Crowne Plaza. It’s not exactly a cheap run of the mill hotel, Jax.”

Filling my space with his large frame, both of his hands came to rest on my face. “You don’t deserve anything less. I wanted to make this night special for you after all that you’ve been through and for reaching the grand old age of twenty one.”

“I feel so old now!” I laughed.

“Can I get you anything? Coffee, wine, snickers?” His fingers were feathering my face, making me forget what he had just asked.

“Huh?”

“What’s wrong, angel? Memory going already?”

“I…No. I can’t seem to think clearly when you’re near.”

“And why is that? He whispered, pulling me flush against him and moving his hands from my face to my ass.

“You have this presence about you that steals my ability to think.”

He was gathering up my dress in his fingers, his hands still resting on my butt until I was bare to the thigh, my satin panties exposed.

His rich laughter vibrated from his chest to mine, “Interesting, I must say.” The cool metal of his tongue piercing took me by surprise as it flitted over my bottom lip. “You really don’t need to think when you are around me. Just feel.”

I let out out a small cry and then he was devouring me with his ample lips, forcing me to open for him so he could plunder deeply inside with his tongue, all thoughts of food or drink forgotten.

He grunted into my throat, my dress a hindrance as his hands kneaded my butt, pinning me to him with their strength.

The deep sweeps of his tongue, in harmony with his devilishly soft lips dining on mine had me primed and ready. It felt like we were already having sex, it was so passionate and consuming.

I needed his bare chest so I could touch his skin and revel in the clenching and unclenching of the muscles below. As if thinking the same, he tore his mouth away and growled, “I want you naked. Now.”

Practically ripping my dress, it was off and thrown somewhere in seconds, my bra and panties following. I stepped out of my shoes and reached for his clothes.

“Fuck, you’re a sight! I feel like I could come from just staring at you.”

Why did I like his vulgar mouth so much? It spiked my yearning each and every time, exploding my hormones into a million fragments of need.

I muddled with his clothes so he helped me, obviously not wanting to waste any more time. I was desperate for our bodies to touch. My chest was heaving with desire.

Without sight, it was just my senses which in a way was far more intense. Like being blindfolded. Relying on touch, smell, taste and my acute sense of hearing.

I called out when Jax lifted me off the floor slightly, only enough so that my tender breasts were in line with his mouth.

His strong arms had encased me, fixing me in place, my legs dangling helplessly.

An orgasm nearly tore from me when his famished mouth latched onto my deprived breast, his teeth nipping, lips pulling and his warm breath soothing. The myriad of sensation was almost too much as I started to smolder from the inside out.

“I could make a meal of these tits all day. Mmm. They get me so hard.” At that, he pressed his sturdy shaft against my pining, wet center. I was positioned at just the right height for the friction I sought.

My hands were unable to reach his butt to grind him into me harder while he destroyed my other breast with his mouth. Knowing what I needed, he lunged his hips forward, his erection facing downward, running the length of my core, the head of it facing my ass. The pressure was superb and just what I needed to fall over the edge. I threw my head back, pushing his face hard against my breast as I detonated on him, splintering into fragments, deep moans echoing through the suite. Jax carried me forward while I twitched and shook uncontrollably.

“I love hearing you come so fucking hard. I hope you’re ready for me, angel because this is going to be intense. You need to let me know if I hurt you.”

I couldn’t remember responding as I was laid on my front on the bed. “Don’t move.”

How could I? I was pliant and legless, basking in the astounding euphoria of post orgasm bliss.

Wherever he went, it took but a moment. I could hear the ripping of something and then a flash of silence before the bed dipped and lips were licking me everywhere, hands spreading my legs.

“I need you on your knees. Ass in the air.”

He bit one of my butt cheeks and then alleviated the sting with his tongue.

I automatically jerked, reveling in the feeling of a small nip followed by softness.

Doing as he asked I rested on my forearms, head still sideways on the pillow, my backside as high as I could get it.

“Look at that dripping pussy. Open and oozing. If I wasn’t so desperate to fuck you, I’d drink all those juices flowing out.”

I still couldn’t speak, just pant loudly.

His hands latched on to my hips as he moved in behind me. “You ready?”

I nodded, at that point feeling like I could take anything he dished out. Needing to be crammed full.

There was a brief sensation of his soft head touching me as he lined himself up and then the overwhelming thrill of being penetrated hit me.

It was a mixture of both pain and sweet nirvana, triggering a yelp.

Jax paused when he was balls deep. “Do you want me to stop?”

He was huge and embedded inside me, touching my cervix that had barely stopped contracting from my last intense orgasm. The pain of his brutal penetration paled in comparison to the salacious fire inside me that was being stoked by his manhood.

I shook my head adamantly, giving him the encouragement he needed. As he drew out he became vocal again. “You’re squeezing me so fucking hard. Goddam perfect.”

He began to ram in and out of me as if his life depended on it. I had to clench the sheets to stop my head from banging on the wall. His balls slapped against my ass bringing further sensations to that area of my body.

With each savage thrust came a brutish howl from Jax, in between curses. It was so naughty, yet so sexy. Each stab of pain heavily laced with pleasure and the touch of him sheathed fully inside me had me building again.

He moved so that his entire front shrouded my back as he bent down to cover me. He started biting me again, short and sharp along my shoulders as his thrusts became deeper but not as drawn out. It was crude and primitive and I’d never in my wildest dreams imagined my first time would be like this. I’m glad I was so moist from my earlier orgasm or I might not have been able to take him like I was. The slickness inside and out was making it feel so good.

“Fuck, it’s so deep like this. Do I feel good inside you?” He howled.

“Yeesss!” I cried. “So amazing. I’m going to come again.” My body was scorching.
His right hand came around the front of me to find my clit. He circled it and stroked it with just the right amount of pressure.

“Jax. Keep going. Don’t stop! And keep biting me!” I wasn’t sure why I liked it but I did. His teeth, pinching my skin and then the cool metallic lick all over my back tore me to pieces with its erotic brutality.

Strange noises came from his mouth as he responded to my request. With each heavenly surge forward from behind came the quick, sting of the bite. I couldn’t take much more of the overwhelming sensations.

“I just want to bite you everywhere. I can’t get enough!” He was almost frenzied in his attack on me. The way he was trying to devour me, I’d never felt more wanted.

A huge rush that began inside where the head of him kept nudging, spiraled outwards to my massaged clit, back towards my ass and down my legs to my toes that curled in tightly as I unraveled completely again, only this time the convulsions were far more ruthless.

“That’s it. Come on my dick. Ohh, I can feel your walls gripping me, Baby. Shit, I’m gonna come too! Aaaaagggghhhh! Chloe!”

I froze in disbelief, my orgasm instantly waning in its intensity, yet still causing me to shake hard and spasm as Jax spurted his hot seed into the condom. The name he’d cried out was the only thing I could focus on, anger snuffing out any after effects of our hot sex. Jax stilled.

The air became thin. I knew what he’d said. It had been loud and clear but I dumbly asked the question.

“What did you say?”

“Holly, I meant Holly. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I didn’t mean…”

“Get off me!” I yelled.

He pulled out of me and collapsed beside me. I didn’t wait. I was off the bed.

“Where are my clothes?”

“Holly wait!”
“Get me my clothes. Now! Take me home!”

Tears were forming and beginning to flutter down my face as I stood with my hands clenched. This hadn’t been meant to happen. But it had. He’d called out Chloe’s name instead of mine. He’d been thinking of her while he was inside me. Imagining it was her body he was owning and not mine. It made me feel small and insignificant. My fears were realized. I was Holly the blind girl. I thought Jax genuinely cared for me and wanted sex with me. Clearly I was wrong.

Jax moved quietly and then pressed my clothes into me. “Please. I didn’t mean to say that. It slipped out. I wanted you, Holly. You have to believe me.”

It was too late. The word had come out. He couldn’t take it back.

“Don’t! Just…don’t.” I snapped, pulling on my underwear, dress and shoes, not caring if anything was on backwards. “I need to go. Get me my backpack please!”

“But, we’ve got this room until morning. It’s late. Stay.”

“I. Want. To. Go. Home.” I urged, angrier than I’d ever been.

“Fine. Give me a second,” he huffed.

Why was he cranky? He had no right to be.

I sat on the bed in a tailspin. Hurt bloomed and grew. It didn’t matter why he’d uttered her name. It should have been mine he called out. It didn’t make sense. Did he still want her that way? How could my world go from unbelievably amazing to shit in the space of one second?

I was crushed.

Chapter Thirty Five

Jax

Standing in the bathroom after flushing the condom and throwing on my clothes I swore like there was no tomorrow. How could I have been so stupid? I had been in the throes of passion with Holly and then like the flick of a switch my mind had conjured up a vision of the last time Chloe and I had sex at her parent’s house. Hot and wild it had been and for some fucked up reason Chloe’s name had slipped out. It hadn’t meant to happen. Just a few seconds of that flashback had destroyed everything. I’d done it. I’d blown any chance I had with Holly. She now knew the loser that I was.

I really liked her. I mean really liked her. We had intense chemistry, even the likes of which I hadn’t had with Chloe and it was growing hotter every day. It went deeper than physical. Not that it had been just physical with Chloe. I had loved the pants off her. But with Holly it was, different. She made me feel things that both scared the crap out of me and excited me. I didn’t get excited about many things but being around Holly was like standing in Heaven. The fact that she’d trusted me to take her virginity made me feel like more of a jerk.

I had such a great night planned for her. Not all of it involved sex. And now in the blink of an eye it was over. Fuck! The rage was starting to build. Rage at myself. Was I really any different to my old man?

Walking with shame out to Holly who sat on the bed looking so small and fragile I wanted to go to her and pick her up in my arms and plead with her to forgive me but I knew I didn’t deserve her clemency.

“You ready to go?” My walls were coming up, shuttering out compassionate Jax and replacing him with cold, indifferent Jax. I could cope better that way.

She didn’t say a word but merely stood, cheeks stained with tears. I tried to take her hand to help her out of the room, but she pulled away, staying close but not touching me.

I had to try and find a way to make it up to her but not tonight. We both needed to simmer down.

The drive to Holly’s house was one of the worst. I was berating myself the whole way, not having a clue how I was going to fix this. Would she ever forgive me? I’d ruined her 21st birthday. One she would remember forever.

Even on the bike my legs were agitated, letting me know I had to let out some of the frustration boiling inside. Maybe I’d ride to mom’s trailer and let myself in with my key and pound the punching bag like I’d done weeks ago when Chloe had first died. The gym was closed.

Shit. What about the hotel room? We hadn’t even checked out. I still had the room key. Maybe the gym there would still be accessible at this time of night. Might as well get my money’s worth. Then I could collapse on the king-sized bed and try to sleep off my humiliation.