Page 25 of Sinister Hearts
“He was an evil man, Faye, and somebody had to do something,” he said, his blood beginning to pulse.
I knew I was in sensitive territory, so I quickly changed the subject, detecting his demeanor. “Okay. So, tell me about your brothers, your dad. Give me something, Jax, please.”
My eyes softened while I listened to Jax tell me the course of his life over the last five years. We sat close, underneath the moonlight, as I soaked this reunion in. He was still my Jax, yet he was also someone else, just like I was. We were still the same, yet so different.
“I took off to Norway to be with my uncles first, then Creed, then Ryker. The incarceration didn’t happen until I got back. It was a different world out there, a different way of life out in those mountains.” I watched him speak, as his eyes dimmed. “My brothers did well while I was in, they wrote to me every month. Creed went off and joined the Marines, becoming a sniper, and Ryker, being the brain that he is, got a degree in computer science,” he said, crushing the can with his hand.
“I knew it, so you are all vigilantes!” I chuckled, smacking him on the shoulder to lighten the mood.
“Hardly, we’re way cooler.” Jax chuckled lightly.
It was dead silent again as his eyes landed on my lips.Don’t you fucking do it.I knew all it would take was one kiss to break every wall I built these last few months. I couldn’t let him break down the barrier I built.
“I thought of you every day, Faye,” Jaxon said, disrupting the silence. I gulped his words down, as if I didn’t just hear them, ignoring his statement.
“So, how is Bjorn?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t say those words again.
“Pop is getting old, those bones are finally getting weathered,” Jax responded, chuckling under his breath. The stars twinkled in his hazel eyes. How could a man be so devastatingly beautiful? “We took over the farm last year, after I got out of prison.” I was still shocked every time he mentioned it.
“I can’t believe you’re a criminal. Look at me living dangerously,” I said, taunting him jokingly.
“So, you’re not going to judge me?” he asked, throwing a tiny stick at me. I picked up the branch, swiping it across his chest.
“I’ve known you since we were kids, Grimwood. I know you wouldn’t have hurt that man unless he called for it. Plus, after dealing with the family system this past year, I’m afraid I don’t have much faith in the justice system myself.” My eyes went somber. I never wanted to leave this bubble, just the thought fractured my spirit. I overlooked the town, the little houses looking like micro beads of light. “We should get back. It’s late,” I said, sighing, turning away from the view I never wanted to leave, reality smacking me wide in the face.
“Yeah, let’s get going,” Jax said, handing me back my helmet.
The drive back to the saloon was quiet. I was still full of questions and emotions. Jax grabbed my hand around his waist, and began rubbing my thumb with his during the drive back. My stomach was doing twirls I in no way asked for or gave permission.Damn you, Grimwood.I felt the bike engine vibrate underneath me, wishing I could grind on it to get more friction. The need to ride this man’s beard was indescribable. He knew what he was doing, and I wanted to play back. I reached my hand down his jeans as we swiftly drove through the curvy, dark desert roads. It was just us and the moon. I began rubbing his hard cock underneath his jeans, his long girthy length growingwith every movement, as it bobbed against his pants. Jax groaned underneath his helmet.
“Are you trying to make me crash, baby girl?” he groaned, his cock throbbing under his jeans. The pet name—my pet name—still his baby girl. Fuck me, I hated myself for wanting him so bad. I was soaked and needy and he knew it. I started grinding my aching core on his bike as I took out his thick bobbing cock, his head swollen and already ready to come.
“You keep pumping me like that, Faye, and I will stop this bike and fuck you so hard while all the desert animals watch you scream,” he groaned underneath his helmet. I smiled cheekily. Knowing I was teasing him to the brink was always my favorite. I couldn’t stop thinking about what he said on the cliff.I thought about you every day. I spat on my hand and brought it back to his cock as I pumped him, hearing his muffled groans under the helmet, driving me crazy. My pussy was soaked. I grinded on his bike faster, pumping him so deliciously until his warm come coated my hands wrapped around his length.
“Grind that pussy on my bike for me, Faye, I want to hear you come.” I began riding his bike faster as he zoomed through the desert roads. I could feel my orgasm building like a rapture, the metal grinding against my pulsing wet clit, moans escaping my breath.
“Show me how much you missed me, baby girl,” Jax demanded. I fantasized it was his cock I was riding, becoming undone underneath the moon’s luminous shade, pure ecstasy bolting through my body like electricity. I hadn’t climaxed like that in so long, I had to try and catch my breath. I hung on to Jax tight, not wanting to let him go. I didn’t want to stop. I just wanted to drown out the world, keep riding and drift off into the sunrise. The ride sadly came to an abrupt stop when we stopped in front of the saloon and he dropped me off at my car, just as promised.
“I owe you five-hundred, don’t I?” Jax took out his leather wallet from his jean pocket.
“A deal is a deal,” I replied. I completely forgot about the money. It wasn’t even a factor anymore. I had other things on my mind. Like the fact that Jax and I almost kissed and I was rubbing on his dick the whole drive back. He followed me home, not taking off until he saw I had made it safely in the house. I watched from Ma’s front window as he rode away on his Harley, and a piece of me went with him. This was bad… very bad. Another pull from the thread from my iced, concave heart.
It’s been a couple of days since my last encounter with Faye. I didn’t want her to feel like I was stalking her, and fuck me, I was, but she didn’t need to know that. I could smell Faye’s arousal on my bike, after spotting her grind on my seat at a simple touch. My poor girl was touch-deprived, starved of pleasure. Meaning she hadn’t been with anyone else since her divorce; that sweet nectar needing to be tasted by Death itself. She was desperate for me, rubbing her sweet little cunt allover my bike. She’s so lucky I’ve mastered restraint, otherwise I would have taken both holes right there in the desert. Letting the wild animals watch me ravish her sweet, tight hole. I was irritated at my own sexual frustration. Fuck, I loved when she toyed with me—our own special little game, always challenging each other. Who would break first? I snickered at the thought. I would be the one to shatter her, make her quiver, and I would make sure I would be the last. On top of that, after being followed by a coyote in the desert the other night, I needed to keep a close eye on Faye.
If my girl wanted to play, that’s exactly what we would do. I was salivating at the thought. That invincible thread was binding and thickening between us again. Nobody ever made me feel that invincible thread that binds my sinful heart. It was why she strayed from any moment too passionate with me. It was still there, wasn’t it? Like a splinter at my side. An intangible itch that drives you with hunger. She could try to fight the chemistry between us, but it was no use. She didn’t understand that she belonged to me. Forged like a fucking sigil upon my very existence. I was a very impatient man indeed. This thread between us was becoming violent with a needy unison.
Something morbid and dangerous was following Faye that night. Something that knew it didn’t stand a chance with me there by her side. But why and who sent it, is the question? Vexatious fury built inside me. I would find them and torture them until they screamed and truth spewed from their mouths as I yanked out their guts and hung them from their very fucking intestines. I was seething at the very thought. It would be a joyous hunt.
It was becoming difficult to stay away from my little light. Her light sparked yet again and I would make sure it stayed that way, because if anyone or anything got in my way, it would mean death. She’s almost there but not quite. She isn’t ready yet, butI’d get her there. The chemistry between us was too electrifying to resist. I’ve fucked many from Norway to here. I’ve seen it all, I’ve had it all, but nobody ever compared to her. I saw no one else. I was fucking endless women and imagining it was my Faye for years, needing her, missing her. Those two years in prison were long and lonely. Every night I fantasized about her. I wanted her so badly. I wanted to melt into her like I used to. I wanted to kiss her heart-shaped lips. I wanted to lick her neck and bite it like I used to, knowing it drove her feral.
Faye was the first girl I had made love to, our intimacy was different. It was unmatched. It wasn’t just fucking, it was more than that—a merge of souls and exotic pleasure so intoxicating it made you drunk. I’d been chasing that feeling ever since. Maybe that’s why nobody else could compare to her. I watched her dance on that bar, witnessing the girl I fell in love with peep out of her wounds. Watching her needy for me on my bike, her body begging for me, it was worth it all and more.
There was a light back in her eyes that night. A light that I wanted to see in them forever. The way she grabbed me as she stared into me with those dark almond eyes and long luscious lashes, bewitched me all over again. Faye thought she had lost herself, and maybe she had for a while, but she was still in there fighting to come out, like buttons hanging on by the seams. It was becoming hard to deny what we were feeling.
I knew her soul, it was a script I’ve read for a thousand years. She was still trying to fight me, us, like she always did. Afraid of the what if’s and other bullshit. She was still my Faye, I just needed to see a glimpse, I needed to feel it, sense it. What if I never got this chance again? I thought I’d take one look at her and my resentment would build. But the moment I saw her after five years proved I never was angry with her to begin with. I was angry with myself.
I couldn’t contain my want and need for her any longer. I needed to tell Faye how I felt. The silence and unspoken words slithered their way into my throat. I couldn’t fucking breathe another day without her.
Avi and Creed’s engagement party was this month and I knew she would be there. If I could get her alone for just ten minutes. Ten minutes was all I needed. Shit, I had waited years. There was one thing Faye always had, and that was passion and chemistry, and lots of it—sometimes too much of it. We were both wild souls, brazen, and opinionated, strong-willed and ruthless. We were too much alike in the ways that all my fears and insecurities crippled me as she mirrored those flaws back at me, taunting me in the flesh. I needed to tell her with words that I was still hers, and she was mine. Enough with the taunting games. It was fun, but Faye needed to be taken, cleansed of her sins, her pleasures met, and loved wildly. Nobody on this fucking Earth could love her like I could and she knew it. It was time.
