Growling, he leans over and takes my mouth, kissing me like he needs me to breathe.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispers.
“Tell me more about what you want to do with me.”
“Vibrating panties, maybe. Anal plugs in public. A toy that I can control with a remote, maybe when you’re in class. You could be my slave… or me yours?”
“You?Myslave?” I laugh.
He turns over, brushing hair away from my face. “Do you not understand that I would do anything you ask of me?”
The smile leaves my face, and I search his eyes. There’s nothing there that tells me he’s lying.
“I know,” I say simply. “I know that.” My hand goes to his cheek, and he turns his head to kiss his palm. “You know I love you, right?”
He nods, his eyes falling closed as he lets his lips linger against my hand. “I love you too,” he whispers. “Since the moment I found your journal, I knew you were it for me.”
I push him onto his back and straddle his lap, grinding down on him. His hands find my hips, fingers digging in.
“How about we start with this?” I ask, rocking against him.
“Fuck yes.” He scoots down, lifting me up so his hard cock is beneath me. I slide onto him, my head falling back as he fills me.
“Show me what you like,” I say, my hands landing on top of his to hold onto something.
“You,” is what he growls out. “You and anything you do. Now ride me like you want me to come.”
“I do want you to come,” I say, and then I show him how much.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Sailor
One month later…
Spending time at Jaxon’s is a normal thing now. School hasn’t started yet, and so I still have time to do what I want. Though his place is much smaller and in the city, I prefer being here over being home. I think it’s because everything smells like him.
We’re sitting on the couch, cuddled together with a bowl of popcorn with Saw II playing on the TV. We’re having a marathon today, and don’t plan on stopping until we fall asleep. Just as the kid falls into the pit of needles, there’s a heavy knock on the door that has me jumping. Jaxon smirks, but then frowns at the door.
As he gets up, I grab the remote and pause the movie. I haven’t been here enough to know what his normal habits are, but I do still have the cameras up in his house—he told me to keep them—to know he doesn’t usually have visitors. And he admitted that he doesn’t have friends.
He’d asked how I got into his place and figured out the cameras, and I lied to him. It’s a silly lie though, to protect someone, so I think it’s okay. I told him I searched it on theinternet and it was easy to figure out. He looked proud. Maybe one day I’ll tell him the truth, but right now I’m worried he may take out his anger on Orville, and I don’t want to do that to the poor guy when he was nice enough to help me out when I needed it.
Jaxon looks through the peephole, then looks back at me with a quizzical look on his face.
“What?” I ask.
“It’s my father…”
Now I’m confused… he said he wasn’t close with his dad. That he hates him and is sure his dad hates him in return. I believed him.
Jaxon pulls the door open, and a man is on the other side, looking as if he hasn’t slept in days. I see the slight resemblance in them. The same dark hair, face shape, height. His father is bigger though, not as in shape as Jaxon, and looks familiar in a way that I’ve seen him before…
“You were right,” he says. “You were right, and I didn’t believe you.”
Jaxon doesn’t say anything in response, just stands there staring at his father.
His father steps forward, saying, “I’m sorry, I—”
