Chapter 26
Jax's Point of View
I never wanted to pull Rowan into any of this fucking bullshit, but I guess when she found Oswald's kid beat up and raped she was already into it. We've hit nothing but dead ends with this case all day, Rowan was my last option. Ernie gave Clay and I the run around this morning when we thought one of the Nord's might be responsible for Tristan's attack. We saw a bunch of guys from their crew at the Carnival last night. Woulda been a great way for them to piss on Charming ground. To my surprise all their men were accounted for last night Though..
"Hey, mom." I said as I opened the door to Abel's room in the NICU. She sat in a rocking chair beside his incubator with a book in her hands. I smiled and peeked inside at Abel lying there fast asleep.
""Thought you guys were on the hunt?" She raised her eyebrows at me. I sighed and ran a hand down the side of my face staring down at Abel. He was a cute little shit.
"We hit a dead end. I'm hoping maybe Rowan can talk to Tristan and get some details out of her since she knows her better than any of us." My mom rolled her eyes at that, causing me to glare back at her in return. No one has every been able to please my mother. Not even Tara. Why would I think Rowan would be any different. It was a little awkward meeting Rowan's mother awhile ago. There was such a difference in her mother verse my own.
"You really think it's a good idea letting her get in on this?" She asked, standing up to join me beside Abel.
"She's already in this mom. I don't really like it, but it is what it is." I replied, watching a small smile pull on Abel's lips while he slept. I smirked down at him. I never thought I'd be the guy that had a kid, but here I am. There's no going back now. I couldn't go back now even if I really wanted too.
"Alright then. The junkie's awake." She informed me with so much disdain it made my skin crawl.
"Don't call her that." I growled back in return. Wendy screwed up when she wigged out on the drugs with the kid in her belly, but I should have been there more. I should have kept a better eye on her, checked in more. It wasn't all her fault. Nine months ago I didn't want a kid or a family. Especially with Wendy after the way we got along. Then she tells me she's knocked up and I'm the father. I was pissed.
"Fine!" She surrender throwing her hands in the air mockingly.
"You think he can really hear us?" I asked after a moment of silence passed between us.
"Yeah, I think so. God, I remember when you were this little." She reminisced. I glanced at her to see a smile on her face lighting up her cold hard features.
"Getting sentimental much?" I laughed lightly looking up and through the window out into the hallway. Oswald was pacing back and forth with his hands on his head.
I gave my mom a squeeze on her shoulder before stepping out into the hallway to talk to Elliot. He looked like he had been hit by a bus. His eyes were bloodshot from no sleep.
"Did you find the guy that did this to my little girl?" He rasped quickly, stepping towards me. I wish I could tell him we had him, but we don't. Not yet anyway.
"No, but we aren't giving up. We need you to talk to Tristan." I slipped my hands in my pockets and stepped towards Elliot as a nurse walked by.
"Tristan doesn't remember anything once she got off the ride she was on." He ducked his head down and rubbed his temples. I felt for him, and his family. If something like this happened to someone I cared about I would be going off the fucking deep end.
"You got to dig a little deeper. We need something better to go on here. I mean was the son of a bitch black, white, Mexican? Did he have any tattoos?" I practically begged. Right now we have no leads. If the fucker is still in town Tristan has to give us something useful.
"She's still in shock. Karen just wants her to rest." Elliot looked at me sternly, he was breaking down on the inside though. This whole situation was crumbling him to pieces.
I spotted Rowan walking down the hallway behind Oswald and lifted my hand indicating for her to wait until I got rid of Oswald. "Look, man, we're not gonna stop until we find the asshole. I'll let you know when we have something." He nodded his head as I patted him on the shoulder. I side stepped around him and made my way down the hallway to Rowan.
She gave me a small smile as I approached her and took my hand leading me into an empty room on the left. A wave of her scent filled my nostrils and it was all I could do to keep myself in check. I interlocked my hand with hers and prayed silently that she had something useful for us.
"Karen's been keeping her quiet, I guess she doesn't want the entire town of Charming knowing her daughter was raped at FunTown. She remembered who attacked her, she said it was some heavyset guy with a long beard, he wore a clown costume. As if clowns weren't fucking creepy enough." She blurted out quickly. I smirked and placed my hands on her cheeks as I pressed my lips against her forehead.
"Thank you!" I whispered, she nodded her head and looked up at me with those big green eyes and I felt my heart beating wildly in my chest. She has no fucking clue what those eyes do to me.
"I'll see you later tonight at my place." I arched my eyebrows at her as I stepped back pulling my phone out of my pocket to let Clay in on this. She nodded her head and grabbed my forearm before I could walk out of the room.
"Hale was heading towards her room when I came out. I don't know how much time you have before she finally talks to him, so you have to hurry. But, please for the love of God be careful."
"I'll be fine, promise." I leaned in and kissed her on the lips lightly. Her entire body relaxing at my touch. Fuck. If I weren't running out the door I'd shove her up against the wall and take her right here. I kissed her forehead one more time before running out the door.
Rowan's Point of View
Lena decided to join me at Jax's to help me pick out an outfit to wear tonight after I stopped at Food-lion and picked up a few things for dinner. Steak, potatoes, and asparagus drizzled in olive oil. It was one of the only meals I could cook without screwing it up too much. Part of me wondered if we should just do this some other time with everything going on, but Jax seemed like he needed this. I'm glad I was able to get Tristan to talk to me. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to listen too though, that and when I found out about my mom's cancer.
"He has a fucking nice backyard, with the pool. There's no water in it though." Lena said as she came in from the patio, closing the sliding glass door. I'd let myself inside like Jax had requested. It felt weird and yet comfortable to walk into his home. Like I sort of felt at home almost.
"He told me the liner is cracked. He just hasn't fixed it yet." I unpacked the groceries and set everything on the counter as Lena headed around the corner into the living room.
"So things are pretty serious if he gave you a key to his house then, huh?
"No, not really. I'm giving the key back. It's not like we're moving in together." I called back to her searching the kitchen for some frying pans and a pot to make the mashed potatoes in. when I didn't get a response from Lena I peeked my head around the corner to see her looking through his Netflix account. Seriously?
"What are you doing?" I snatched the remote out of her hand only for her to grab it back.
"Shut up, I'm looking through his Netflix account not his underwear drawer. You can learn a lot about a person from what's in their Queue!" I glared at her until she rolled her eyes and turned the TV off.
"Happy?" She snapped at me sarcastically.
"Ecstatic." I replied, with a smirk.
We headed back into the kitchen together. I started to cut up some potatoes while Lena showed me some horrible options of things for me to wear tonight. Why I couldn't just wear jeans and a t shirt was beyond me. She showed me option one; a black crop top with leather shorts that I immediately shot down. Crop tops are not my thing. Lena's yes, me not so much. Option number two; a white skater skirt with some other low cut top that didn't suit me well either. Option number three; a plaid pleated dress that buttoned up the front, with suede ankle boots. I liked that option the most. It was more me, little less strippery,
"Okay, but you have to wear the boots too or it ruins the whole outfit." Lena said, handing me the dress and boots.
"Why, I'm fine in my sneakers. Jax isn't going to care what kind of shoes I have on, Lena." I pointed out as she shoved me down the hallway towards the bathroom.
"Trust me, he'll notice and love them. It's called being sexy, you should try it sometime!" She shouted as I closed the door on her and laughed.
I changed into the dress and looked at my reflection in the mirror. What could he possibly see in me? I look nothing like what he's probably used too. Opening the bathroom door and stepping out into the hallway I noticed Jax's bedroom door was ajar. Dammit Lena. I barged in to find her looking in his nightstand. "Lena, seriously. There's a thing called privacy, you should look up the meaning sometime."
"Look at these," she laughed, turning to show me the box of XL condoms in her hand. I felt the wind was being knocked out of me, "I knew he was hung. This just confirms it." She laughed again and tossed the box back into the nightstand. My cheeks reddened just thinking about seeing him naked let alone having him inside of me.
When she looked at me her grin fell slightly.
"You haven't told him you're a virgin have you?"
"No, it hasn't exactly popped up in causal conversation."
"You have to tell him! I mean he's obviously got it on his mind or he wouldn't have invited you to his house all alone for "dinner." She put air quotes around the word dinner, like their was some sort of ulterior motive behind this whole thing. I swallowed the lump in my throat and pulled her out of his bedroom and shut the door.
"Relax, Ro. I'm just screwing with you. Tonight will be fine, whatever happens happens." She said softly, pulling my hair down and instructing me to shake it out.
"Although, if you're not going to bone him at least show him some cleavage." She smirked making me unbutton the top buttons on my dress, showing my cleavage and a bit of my bra.
"You have to leave before you give me a nervous breakdown." I laughed, shoving her towards the door. She stuck her tongue out at me and opened the front door, "Just in case things happen to head in a sexually related route I packed you a few things to wear for your walk of shame in the morning."
"Get out!" I laughed uncontrollably pushing her out the door and shutting it. I leaned against the door and covered my face. This is a terrible idea…
Jax's Point of View
The engine to my bike rumbled beneath me as I let it idle in the driveway. I turned off the ignition and just sat there for a few minutes replaying tonight in my mind. As if things weren't fucking tense between Clay and I to begin with he has to go and pull a stunt like this tonight with Oswald. The only reason he even offered our services to Oswald was to take out insurance that he wouldn't sell off his land to any outsiders. If outsiders come in, more cops get involved and more government bullshit comes into Charming making it difficult for us to do what we do here.
We brought the rapist to Oswald for him to take care of. The blood was supposed to be on his hands, instead it's on Clays. I don't know how he knew he'd chicken out when it came down to taking care of shit, or it really mattered. This wasn't about justice it was about insurance and blackmail.
I got off my bike and headed towards the house, trying to shake the images of that guys being castrated from my mind. There's light flooding out of the Windows which means Rowan didn't bail on me. I turn the knob on the door slowly and step inside, hanging my cut on the hook my the door. Peeking around into the kitchen I see her standing in front of the counter.
She looks so perfect standing there with her back to me in front of the counter. The plaid dress she's wearing is giving me a good view of those sexy long legs that I haven't been able to get out of my damn mind. Music is coming from somewhere in the kitchen, my eyes land on her phone on the counter. Their instantly pulled back to her hips gently swaying to the beat. Fuck. I'll have a hard on before we even eat dinner. I lean against the door jam and continue to watch her sway those hips and hum along to the song. She has no idea I'm even standing here, and right now I want to keep it that way. I could get lost just watching her be. My favorite thing since she started working in the office is looking up from working under the hood of a car and see her working on something at the desk. Her little brows furrowed with concentration. Her smile when she's on the phone.
"Oh my god! How long have you been standing there!" She shrieks when she turns around and spots me spying on her. She laughs lightly, letting out a breath like I scared her.
"Not nearly long enough." I walk towards her and put my hands on her hips. Her hands slide up my chest and rest gently on my shoulders.
"Did you find him…" Her voice trails off.
"It's done."
A moment of comfortable silence passes as I rest my forehead against hers.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She whispers, running her thumb over the gash on my cheek that got from the brawl at the carnival earlier when we made our citizens arrest.
"I don't want to talk about anything club related. Let's just talk about you…" I tease, squeezing her sides causing her to giggle like a five year old.
"Dinners ready if you're hungry. I can make you a plate?" She asks, switching the subject just like that. The fact that she's not pushing for more details about all that's happened astounds me. It was never like this when I was with Tara. There always had to be an explanation and I hated it.
"Yeah, I'm starving." I sit down at the table and watch her fix me a plate of food and can't help but smile. I could get used to this all to quickly.
The words her mother spoke earlier today swirl in my head. She wanted to know that her daughter would be alright once she's gone, if she'd have someone to help her through it all. My answer was yes, and I meant it.
We sat down and ate and drank beer and talked about everything but the club. I noticed a photo on the counter by the fridge when I got up to get us both another beer and picked it up. It was an old photograph of Tara and I on my bike. We were young in the photo, seventeen, eighteen at best.
"I was looking for utensils and I found it in a drawer." Rowan said, pulling my attention back to her and away from the photo.
"I don't even remember when that was taken." I reply tossing it in the garbage. Rowan looked at me with wide eyes.
"What I don't want it."
"What happened between you two?" She asked before taking the beer out of my hand as I handed it to her. I sit down across from her again shaking my head.
"We just didn't click anymore. Tara wanted out of Charming and I didn't. She thought she was too good to be with a guy that worked in a garage 40 hours a week. I didn't want the prestigious lifestyle that she wanted. I didn't want to be Mr. Knowles if you catch my drift."
"I understand. I don't see anything wrong with working in a garage it's what makes you happy and it's what you want." She said shyly, glancing down at her plate and back up at me. God she was beautiful…
"She's in my past."
"But she's back in Charming now."
"She might be back in Charming but she's not back in my life. I mean I guess I'll always care about her somewhat, she was my first everything, but we all have our firsts." I laugh a little noticing how red her face is getting. She laughed and took a shot of her beer before smirking over at me.
"Not all of us have had firsts."
"You're shitting me right?"
Did she seriously just say she's never been fucked before. I choke on my beer as it slides down my throat and set the bottle back on the table. She looks at me innocently, inadvertently pulling her bottom lip between her bottom teeth. I can feel my jeans becoming tight just looking at her. What the fuck is happening to me? I haven't felt feelings like this since… Tara. Even then they weren't this strong.
I watch from the table as she walks our dirty plates over to the sink and sets them down. How someone hasn't touched her is beyond my fucking comprehension. It's taking everything in me to behave myself right now, something I don't normally do. I don't want to fuck this up though. She's beautiful, smart, and sexy as fuck. I've wanted her, ached for her since that day in the diner, before that really. I've dreamt about having her on her back in my bed calling out my name with her legs wrapped tight around me while I fuck her into oblivion. I've been taking a lot of cold motherfucking showers to help curb my excitement for her. It's like I'm thirteen again and nothing helps.
Grabbing the remainder of my beer as I stand up I walk over to the counter and lean my back against it and watch her. She flashes me a small smile and returns her attention to the dishes in the sink.
"So you're telling me you've never had any kind of…"
"Nothing…" She laughs. " I meanI've had opportunities I suppose you could say but I've never trusted anyone enough to go through with it."
Her eyes return to the dishes in the sink as I sit my beer down on the counter. Slowly I creep up behind her and place my hands low on her hips pressing myself against the back of her. Her entire body stiffens and then relaxes into me. The exposed skin on her neck is just to tempting, gently I place my lips against her skin on the nape of her neck. I continue to plant small feather kisses up to her ear, then pull the bottom of her ear between my teeth. A small moan escapes from her lips as a dish falls out of her hand and hits the bottom of the sink. I smirk into her ear. Clearly I'm quite distracting.
"Jax…" She rasps, both of our bodies buzzing with energy.
"Do you trust me?" I whisper, before kissing the back of her shoulder lightly. A shudder runs through her as my hard on presses against her ass. She turns her face so she's looking at me over her shoulder. Again she's biting her damn lip. Instantly my hand moves up and my thumb pulls her lip free.
"You know I'm glad that no other guy has touched you the way I want to." I whisper into her ear. Another shudder rolls through her body.
"Whys that?"
She wants me and I want her in this moment. She doesn't want to want me but she does.
"Because I'm the one meant to take that from you. This is where you're meant to be. Right here in this moment with me. ." A breath of air escapes from her lips as she stares at me. Her eyes gut me every time she looks at me. Right now they're full of lust, curiosity and I sense a hint of uncertainty. She wants to explore this part of us, but she's scared. Scared that I'll break her heart. Scared that I'll leave after I get what I want. I'm not gonna lie I've done that in the past and felt terrible for doing it, but there's something about her that I can't seem to shake. She has no fucking clue that she's got me hook line and sinker. I couldn't leave her alone even if I wanted too. She's become an obsession. An addiction. A craving I can only satisfy by touching, and kissing her.
"Do you trust me?" I ask again, caressing her cheek with my calloused hand. Her eyes dart away from me and then find me again. My thumb strokes across her cheek as she relaxes into me more.
"I trust you…" She says, it's barely audible but I hear her. I see it in her eyes. I lean in and kiss her. Slowly, at first and then part her mouth with my tongue and take what I need. She eagerly obliges. Gently I turn her so she's facing me and pin her against the cabinet within seconds losing a little bit of control. My eyes roam down to the cleavage that's been making an appearance every time she moves in that dress when we break apart momentarily.
The heat between us is so hot it rivals the heat on the sun. My dick is straining against her stomach and she smells like coconut and something else tropical. I wonder if she tastes like it too. Her small delicate hands push up my chest and lock around my neck. Taking her face in my hands I kiss her, pulling her into me even more. As I deepen the kiss a small moan escapes from her only egging me on even more. She threads her fingers through the back of my hair. Our lips connect like they've been doing it forever. Fuck. I could do this forever with her.
My hand skims down her shoulder and arm and wraps around her back, pulling her tighter against me if its even possible. Her breasts are pressed against my chest driving me insane. She breaks away and kisses my neck tenderly clawing at my t shirt around my neck. My hand slides down and palms her ass. Another breathless moan escapes her lips as I continue to kiss her more aggressively taking what's mine. Wanting nothing more than to feel her legs wrapped around me I bend down and pick her up effortlessly, sitting her gently on the edge of the counter. My hands roam over her thighs kneading the skin and slip under the hem of her dress tracing the hem of her panties. God her skins so smooth, like silk. Hooking my hands under the back of her knees I pull her forward more so she's completely wrapped around me. I grind my erection into her and she gasps at the sudden contact. Music to my fucking ears. "Jax." She breathes against my lips.
My lips devour hers hard and aggressively. It's birding on violent, bordering on violent. I cup her face in my hands and kiss along her jaw and down her neck. Her fingers leaving crescent shapes on the back of my neck. Working my way back up I find her lips once again. I press my forehead against hers and stare into her beautiful lust filled eyes.
"We don't have to have sex, darling. I don't want to do anything you aren't comfortable with, but… I need to feel you. I need to see you come apart for me. For only me." Her cheeks are flushed and her breathing is rapid as my words hit her. She cups my face with her hands and kisses me deeply, longingly. "You want this." I whisper reaching up and fingering the buttons on her dress. This dress would look so much better on my bedroom floor. She nods her head, and slides her hands all over my chest. "Say you want this."
Innocently the words leave her mouth slowly, "I want this. I want you, only you."
Those words are all I need and all I can handle. One by one I unbutton the buttons to the front of her dress, all the while keeping my mouth locked on hers. Her hands find the hem of my shirt and I feel her cool palms pressed against my hot skin. Her hands move delicately up my chest and I watch her face as she takes in every ropey ab. Taking a moment I hook my thumb through the back of my shirt and yank it over my head tossing it onto the floor. Once her dress is fully unbuttoned I begin to kiss down her neck again moving towards her collarbone. It's like I can't get enough of her fast enough. My dick is throbbing for her, to a point where it's almost painful but I don't want to push her into this. I do need to see her come undone before me.
"God you're so fucking beautiful." I whisper into her ear cupping her breast in my hand. A whimper leaves her as I rub my thumb over her bra feeling her pebbled nipple. Her hips buck into mine and a gasp escapes from me this time.
"You're killing me." I whisper biting the skin on the nape of her neck right above her pulse point. I feel her soft lips pressing against my chest as I slide my fingers over her bra straps. Her lavish green eyes meet mine and I swear my heart stops. She glances down at my hands on her bra straps. "I want to see you. I need to fucking feel you. You have no idea the things I want to do to you right now."
"I think I have an idea." She smirks. My lips land on hers immediately as her hands move up and down my chest, squeezing and feeling every inch of me.
I slide my fingers down her arms along with the bra straps causing the front of her bra to sag exposing more of her tits. My lips caress her golden skin with no remorse.
"Jax, I've never… This is all so new." I suck and nip at the newly exposed skin above her breasts and without asking I yank one of the cups down and take her peaked nipple in my mouth. Her hand rakes down my back as I swirl my tongue around her nipple in a delicious motion sending her head into my shoulder, she kisses me on the shoulder and when I gently bite her breast she cries out with pleasure into my shoulder. I grasp her breast with my hand before taking it in my mouth again then working my way back to her mouth.
"Trust me. You'll like this as much as I'll like doing it to you." My hand grazes across the hem of her panties and slowly slides underneath and down. Her eyes have fluttered closed and she's biting her lip, so I bite it and hold it between my teeth. "Look at me… I wanna see you fall apart for me, darling." Her eyes snap open and lock on mine as I pass over her mound and feel her.
"Fuck…" I groan at how wet she is for me. I slowly stroke my fingers over her, teasing her.
"Is that for me?" I say, pressing my forehead against hers. I slide my free hand up around the nape of her neck. "Yes," she gulps as I start massaging her clit.
"Were you wet like this this morning when I searched you? Did you want me to do this then? Because I know I fucking wanted to bend you over the desk." I whisper raggedly in her ear as tiny moans fall from her swollen lips. I reach up and tangle my free hand in the back of her messy hair and tilt her head back so she's looking at me.
"You were weren't you?" I smirk.
"Yes…god yes."
"Oh. My. God." She gasps as I continue this torturous game. Her hands are latched onto my neck. The pressure from her nails is bordering on painful but I couldn't fucking care less. My dick couldn't possibly be anymore hard, but looking at her with her hair a mess and her clothes ripped off it only gets harder.
Gently I slide two fingers inside her and feel her entire body igniting at my touch. I push further entering her the rest of the way as my lips ravage hers. I work my fingers insider her quickly and feel her hips rising to meet my movements. It doesn't take long before an entire shudder rolls through her body and I feel her muscles gripping me. "Fuck this is gonna make me lose my mind."
One final thrust of my fingers has her flying over the edge. My name falls from her lips with each ragged breath and I know I'll never get over this. Nothing with compare to this. Her legs tighten around me and her entire body shudders as she nips at my earlobe. "Jax..." I keep my fingers in rhythm with her to prolong the experience wanting this to last forever.
I feel her body relax as she lets go and sinks into my chest. My chest is so tight right now it feels like I'm having a fucking heart attack. I want to be inside her so bad. I remove my fingers and stroke her a few more times and feel her tightening again. She raises her head up from my shoulder and watches as I lick my fingers clean.
"That was… I had no idea it could be that way."
"It only gets better."
"Show me how much better it can be."
"Fuck you're gonna make me come, babe." I whisper out before taking over her mouth with my own. Her hands slide down my chest to my belt and start to unbuckle it.
"Hey, we don't have to do anything you don't want to do. We can wait like you wanted. I'll be patient. Or try to be at least."
"I've waited my whole life for this. For you. I don't want to wait any longer. Do you?"
"Fuck no."
Lifting her off the counter I turn and carry her out of the kitchen into my bedroom where she belongs. Where she'll always belong…
TO BE CONTINUED….
A/N: holy mother of god, I can't believe I hair wrote half of what I wrote. Hehe. Was that okay? Or should I never write another sexy scene again? lol Sorry it's been so long since I've updated, my depression has been kicking my ass lately. I haven't wanted to write in weeks. Every time I sit down to write I can't. Then I feel terrible for not updating and it's a huge vicious cycle. Thanks for being so patient and kind!