Irons (Norfolk #1) (9 page)

“I understand…”

“No mother, she isn’t someone with baggage…”

“I’m not hiding anything. When she’s ready…”

“No, she’s not indebted to this family at all, it’s not her duty…”

“I will talk with her and get back to you…”

“Mother, cancel Mimi. Goodnight.”

I looked over and Frankie, who had been sexy as hell sitting on my bed moments ago, was now wrapped in my blanket twisting her hair in her finger like she did when she was upset when she was younger.

I stood up and walked over to her and sat down. “Why are you upset?”

“I’m not.”

I took her hand and kissed it, “You twist your hair when you’re upset. So spill it. What’s upsetting you?”

She shrugged and took in a long deep breath, “Jax, I want you.”

“That’s perfect because I have never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

Frankie

H
e pulled me
onto his lap and I wrapped my legs around him. His mouth covered mine and he sucked on my lips. His hands ran slow and firmly up and down my back as I pushed my tits against his bare chest. I needed more than this.

I pushed my tongue in his mouth, exploring, trying to focus on anything but the slow burn that needed to be set ablaze. He tasted like mint and beer. I held his face in my hands and pulled it closer to me as I licked deeper into his mouth.

I felt him growing hard underneath me. I began rotating my hips and grinding against him. He pulled back and looked at me. Desire and need emitted through his eyes, causing my body’s hunger to increase.

I reached between us and stroked his colossal erection. His eyes hooded and he groaned. I stepped off his lap onto the floor and pulled him up to rid him of his shorts. As I moved down, I rubbed my face against his hard cock, causing him to twitch and release a groan that made my insides shutter. After he stepped out of his shorts, I pushed him back to sit on the bed. I walked to his side, bent over his toned leg and licked the pre-cum from his cock. His reached across my back and his hand cupped my sex with his palm pressed against me. I took his shaft in my hand and stroked him as I licked his broad head. His finger slid between my folds and he slowly rubbed his fingertip around my opening.

I took him in my mouth further, slowing my descent to lick the rim of his broad head and then stroke every bulging vein I could find.

“That’s so good, Frankie,” he hissed.

His finger pushed inside of me and he began circling, stretching, making me even more wet than I already was. I took him in my mouth as far as I could. He pushed another finger inside of me. I sucked up and down him faster, pushing my pussy against his hand.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said as he pulled my hair away from my face. “Fucking beautiful.”

He began fingering me harder as I moved faster up and down his cock.

“Damn, you better slow down, girl.”

I filled my mouth as full of him as I could and swallowed.

“Fuck!” his hand left my hair and his fingers pulled out from between my legs. Then they took my hips and lifted them as he lay back, pulling me on top of him. I sucked harder and faster as he spread me and began licking my saturated pussy. My hips rocked against his face and his thrusts were forcing his cock further into my mouth.

His tongue plunged deeper inside me and I felt my orgasm approaching. “Jax.”

“Give it to me,” he growled.

He spread me wider while I sucked him feverishly. I wanted him to come with me. I wanted to feel him go off in my mouth. I wanted to taste him, swallow him and suck him dry.

His finger pushed inside of me, “You gotta stop.”

“No,” I said and descended again.

“Final fucking warning,” he said and then sucked hard on my pussy. He licked my clit circling, sucking and then cried out. “Frankie!”

His cock twitched in my mouth as my pussy clenched around his tongue. I swallowed his first shot as it hit the back of my throat and continued until he was empty.

Exhausted, I lay against his warm body as he continued to slowly rub my insides and cover my sensitive post-orgasmic flesh with petal soft kisses.

After several minutes, he slowly rolled to his side so I was on the bed. He sat up and pushed my hair away from my face.

“Thank you.”

His thanks were sincere, as if I had just given him something he had wanted for a long time. I knew how he felt. Jaxson Irons was my first crush. At twelve I desperately wanted his attention, at thirteen I prayed for him to be my first kiss, at fourteen I wanted him to notice my changing body, at fifteen I wondered what he felt, if anything, for me. At sixteen I wanted him to hold me for longer than the five second quick hug he’d give me and my parents before he left, at seventeen I wanted him to touch me, at eighteen I gave up hope that he would ever notice me and started dating Joel, and then after Will’s death I had nothing to lose by telling him how I felt.

Then he left and what little hope I had slipped into the same dark hole we had lowered Will’s casket in that same day. That day I lost my brother, my hero, and I lost the man who I had loved since I was twelve years old.

It wasn’t until I saw him again that I felt hope creep back into my life.

“My pleasure.”

His eyes were on my hips and his hand was rubbing my ass. I laid back to let him continue looking at me. His hand moved to my belly and continued moving up until he was at my breasts. His eyes devoured every inch of me.

No one had ever looked at me the way he was looking at me now. No one had ever made me feel pleasure that took away the need to feel pain. No one had ever made me feel as desired as he did.

He put his hands on each side of my shoulders and bent down, taking my nipple in his mouth and biting down on it. I closed my eyes and arched my back, pushing against him. He sucked and released and moved to the next.

Looking down, I noticed his cock was getting harder, causing me to pull my knees together.

His knee pushed between mine, spreading me again. He held himself over my body as he continued moving from breast to breast, pleasing and teasing me. He reached down and rubbed his cock against me and I whimpered as he dragged it across my swollen nub.

He pulled it down and placed it at my opening and then slowly began entry. I wrapped my legs around his body and pushed into him, wanting more.

“Easy, I don’t wanna break you.”

“No?” I moaned as I pushed against him again.

“Bruise you a bit, maybe.”

“Don’t be a tease, Jax.”

He pushed one hand underneath me and squeezed as he pushed in slowly. “You’re so wet, sweetheart.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Hell, no. Makes it a little easier to get in here.” With that, he surged forward and I cried out.

He pulled back, almost leaving me entirely, and I grabbed his tight, muscular ass, trying to push him back in.

“Patience,” he whispered as he nipped my neck.

I was about to tell him no, I have none, when he slammed into me again.

“Yes.”

Again he pulled out and stilled.

“Jax—” His thrust took my breath away. “Oh God.”

“Is that what you want?” he asked as he withdrew again.

“Please.”

He thrust in harshly again and now there was no reprieve from his assault. He moved in and out, in and out, pounding into me. A sexual scent filled the room. Not like Joel and I did together, but a light musk and manly smell, the intoxicating scent of Jax and me.

He plunged into me., “Kiss me, taste yourself on my tongue.”

And I did. I sucked his tongue as he fucked me harder and harder. There was no slowing down, no stilling so that he didn’t come too quickly, he just kept going. The feelings, the taste and scent of us together, were something I never wanted to forget. The way he kissed me, the sounds he made on his inward thrust and the regret in his face on the outward movement were so real. I never thought it could be this good. I never thought that vanilla sex would be enough and I never thought after the first night together I would be here again.

He pulled out and rolled me onto my stomach. Then he dragged me to the edge of the bed so that my feet touched the ground. I looked over my shoulder at him as he squeezed my ass and then rubbed his cock against me.

“Hold tight,” he groaned as he pushed in aggressively.

“Oh, God, oh, God, Jax!”

I came instantly as he continued fucking me from behind. I heard him growl and then his cock twitched. I felt his cum shooting off inside of me as he groaned with each hot burst. It was so sexy, so erotic, so much more than I had ever imagined.

When he was done, he pulled out and reached underneath me, lifting my torso so that my back was to his chest. I turned and looked up as he bent and kissed me. “Shower,” he whispered against my lips.

“No.”

“No?’

“I like the smell of us, Jax.”

He smiled and kissed my cheek, “Me too. I can assure you there won’t be a lot of alone time that you won’t smell exactly that.”

“Promise?”

“Oh, you can count on it.”

In the shower, we washed each other’s bodies. Neither one of us seemed able to keep our hands off each other. And kissing, God, Jax was an amazing kisser and I couldn’t get enough of his gentle, yet possessive, exploration. And he wanted the same from me.

He got out before me and grabbed two towels. One he wrapped around his waist and the other he wrapped around me, rubbing it up and down to dry me off.

“Tired?”

“Yeah,” I smiled and looked down, not wanting him to see the child inside of me that was doing cartwheels and jumping up and down, celebrating a very much anticipated union. It felt amazing to be rid of Joel. And although I wasn’t ready to step into the public eye with Jax, I was ready and willing to do this for as long as he would have me.

“Stay?”

“I can’t.” I closed my eyes and prayed that he would just let us be this way.

“Why?”

“Jax, I have work to do, school stuff.”

“You can do it here.” He was behind me drying my ass, which surely was dry by now.

“Just tonight. I don’t want you to leave tonight.”

I turned around, saw the apprehension in his eyes and immediately reached up and rubbed his face.

“Tonight and weekends.”

I smiled, pushed myself up on my tip toes and kissed his nose,” You’ll be sick of me in a week.”

“No, Frankie, I won’t.”

“You will,” I laughed as he picked me up and walked us to his bedroom.

“Not possible.”

He kissed me as he laid me down on his bed.

“We need a plan.”

“A plan?”

“A schedule. We need to map out how long you feel we need to do this before telling your parents. How long before you can attend these dreadful events with me. How long before—”

“Now, why would you want me to have to attend these events if they were so dreadful? I thought you liked me,” I pouted.

He smiled, gave me a quick kiss and then walked to his closet. “You would make them less dreadful.” He yelled over his shoulder and then walked out in shorts, carrying a tee shirt.

“Can’t we just be us? Figure out how to make us work? And why do you have to go to these things, anyways?”

“It’s a secret,” he winked as he pulled the shirt over my head.

“Which you can’t share with me?”

“I suppose, but you can’t go to the media.”

“Well you know how I am,” I joked.

“Father has gained the support of the Republican Party, which means he’ll be running for governor of the great state of Virginia in the fall.”

“What?” I was shocked.

“Yep. So I, the ever dutiful son, have to kiss babies and smile for cameras.”

“Wow. I didn’t know.”

“It’s been something he’s been working on for years.”

“And you have, too?”

“Yes, his political aspirations don’t end there, either.”

“Meaning?”

“Well he’d love to be resident of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in DC by the time he’s sixty.”

I was shocked. “How? I mean is it possible? Could your father really become President?”

“It’s very possible. That has been in the works since he was a boy.”

“Jax, I’m not ready for that.”

He studied my face then closed his eyes and rubbed his hands over his head.

“Jax, please understand that we are very capable of ruining this ourselves, let’s not let anything else interfere. I…” I looked down at my hands and shook my head. “I want it to work but in order for that to happen, I know both of us need to take it slow.”

“Frankie, I’m not worried at all. As long as you and I decide that we—”

“Jax, please.”

He lay down next to me. “I want you to attend these events with me. I’m expected to take—”

“Then take that Mimi girl, just until we have had enough time to build a foundation.”

“You’re saying take a date so we can gain strength. Do you understand how ludicrous that sounds?”

“I said take her Jax, not fuck her.”

“I don’t think that’s a wise idea. I wouldn’t be all right with you doing the same.”

“I won’t. I wouldn’t. But Jax, I want to trust you. This is a good way to see if I can.”

He started laughing and covered his mouth. If he wasn’t laughing at me, I would be ecstatic, because I’m certain I had only seen him laugh about five times. It made me laugh, too.

He held my hand and kissed it. “This might work, you know.”

“Why do you say that while laughing?”

He rolled to his side and looked at me. “Maybe because I have no idea what else to do with you, besides laugh at you and fuck you. I mean, I can’t take you out, can’t tell my family, can’t tell yours. I finally have something that makes me feel and I can’t say shit.”

I took his hand and placed it on my face.

“Which is why I think it’s going to blow up in my face or work out just fine.”

“Shadows knows.”

“Sure does.”

“But he already knew.” I rubbed his bottom lip with my thumb and he bit it.

“Stay with me tonight.”

“Will you stop asking me that?”

“When you say yes.” He pulled me against him. “Give me something, here.”