Now (New Adult Erotic Romance) (The Tryst Series Book 2) (5 page)

The next morning I felt like death, but I couldn’t hide in bed, I had a wedding to get ready for. My memory was a little foggy from the night before, but I knew I was mad at Jaxon. I remembered walking away from him in the parking lot after telling him I knew what we had was just sex and he never denied it. After that everything was a blur. I woke up and wasn’t exactly sure how I got to my room.

So maybe I wasn’t mad at him, I was really mad at myself for thinking Jaxon Reed was capable of anything other than sex. Why couldn’t I just accept that?

I would. From that moment on, I promised myself I wouldn’t conjure up any happily ever after’s with Jaxon. Our one night together and our few shared passionate kisses were all that it was with us. Those moments were fleeting and I wanted everlasting.

I finished showering, threw on a pair of leggings and a t-shirt and took a cab to Dee’s.

“Happy wedding day,” I said as I walked through the living room. The girls were all there, Rebecca, still passed out cold on the couch.

“The maid of honor is here,” Dee called out, but was too busy having her hair curled to get up, so I walked over to her and gave her a hug.

“How you feeling?” I asked, hating her for having glowing skin the morning after an all night binger.

“Fantastic. Cole made me his specialty hangover cure, and I woke up feeling awesome.”

“I hate you.”

“Me too,” Rebecca said behind us.

Faith laughed. “Watch out for the walking dead.”

“Who wants some champagne?” Tanisha asked and we all groaned.

The rest of the morning was a whirlwind of hair and makeup and getting into our dresses. Faith zipped up my back and I zipped hers then we took a picture.

The dresses were a gorgeous deep purple with a single strap. Dee let us wear our hair anyway we chose so I opted for a loose updo that sat on my left side.

“Here she comes,” Dee’s mom announced and stood just outside of the bedroom with her camera.

Dee stepped out and tears filled my eyes. She was absolutely stunning. The strapless gown she chose hugged her curves perfectly and the diamond necklace gave her just the right amount of bling without being over the top.

Most importantly, she looked genuinely happy and because of that, I was too. I smiled and Dee caught my eye then pointed a finger at me.

“Oh no you don’t. Don’t you start crying.” She fanned her face as her own tears built and we both started to laugh.

“You look perfect.”

“Three hours. I better look perfect,” she said and we laughed even harder.

We all gathered together as the photographer snapped picture after picture, making us stand in a million different poses. Then we were off to the church.

Dee stood in the back room as the rest of the bridal party met up just outside the church doors. Jaxon was the first person I saw. If he looked good in dark jeans and button up, oh my God he was breathtaking in a tux.

The thoughts running through my mind were enough to set the church on fire. He was the best man and I wondered why he was even back here.

“You look beautiful,” he said as he approached.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” I said and looked down at my bouquet. There was no reason for small talk. “Shouldn’t you be up at the front?”

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine. Thanks for checking on me, but it wasn’t necessary.” I didn’t care about the bitchy tone. He made it clear it was just sex and I wasn’t obligated to play nice with him.

“You don’t remember last night do you?”

“I remember enough.”

“Apparently you don’t,” he said then pushed through the doors and walked down the aisle to man his post as best man.

I had no idea what he was talking about but I pushed it aside. The music started and the wedding began. When it was my turn to walk down the aisle I couldn’t help but notice Jaxon and how his full attention was on me.

His eyes filled with lust and I had to remind myself I was in a church because that look shot heat to my core.

I took my place and watched Dee make her way to Cole. I cried as they read their own vows and cheered when they sealed it with a kiss. When they took each other’s hand and headed back up the aisle, I met Jaxon in the middle to follow behind them.

His biceps strained against his tux jacket as he offered me his arm. I linked mine through it and continued walking.

He leaned over his lips just brushing my ear. “Can I have the first dance?” he asked.

“Why?”

He looked at me, but didn’t have an answer. We got to the end of the aisle and parted ways.

***

The reception was full of dancing and drinking, but since I had my fair share the night before, I steered clear of the bar. I caught Jaxon staring at me too many times to count, but he hadn’t approached me since I walked away from him.

The DJ put on a slow song and Jaxon finally made his way over to me. “Dance with me,” he said.

“Why?” I asked again.

He ran a finger down my cheek and rested his hand under my chin, urging me to look at him. “Because I want you to and I know you want to.”

“You don’t know what I want,” I said.

He pressed a kiss to my neck, shooting chills up my spine. “I think I do.”

Two could play this game. I grazed my lips up his jaw until they were next to his ear. “Then let’s cut the bullshit and fuck already.”

“That’s not what I want,” Jaxon said and what was left of my heart nose dived into the floor.

He didn’t even want to have sex with me. Then why wouldn’t he just leave me alone? “Of course not,” I sputtered. “Then there’s really no point for the dance.” 

“Just shut up and dance with me.” He grabbed my hand and didn’t give me a chance to take off. He pulled me onto the dance floor and wrapped my hand around his waist.

I hated how much I loved being pressed against his hardness. How amazing he smelled and how regardless of the many times he bailed on me, all I wanted was to succumb to the passion and feel him inside of me.

His hands hovered just above my ass and that was even more of a turn on than if he actually crossed the line and went for it. I all but threw myself at him just now and last night and he rejected me. I couldn’t do this anymore. I wanted him too much to pretend I didn’t.

The song ended and without a word I walked away from him.

I stayed to the end of the wedding, doing my best to avoid Jaxon. Every time I saw him, I went the other way. When the party died down, I found Dee and Cole and said goodbye with a promise to stop by in the morning before I left.

Back in my room, I kicked off my shoes and went to get out of my dress when I realized I couldn’t reach the damn zipper. No matter how hard I tried and no matter how many ways I contorted my body, I couldn’t reach it.

So against my better judgment, I knocked on Jaxon’s door. The door swung open and I gaped at the chiseled chest in front of me. All Jaxon had on was his tux pants. I bit my lip at the sight then got myself together.

“I know this is going to sound like a line, but I promise you it isn’t.” I pointed to my back. “I can’t reach my zipper. Can you help me?” 

“Sure, but not here in the hallway. Come on.” He didn’t bother throwing a shirt on as we headed back over to my room. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The door closed behind us and I turned to the side, facing the wall.

Jaxon tugged at the zipper and very slowly inched it down. His warm hand landed on my shoulder, causing a ripple of tingles down my thighs. I felt his head rest on the back of mine then his lips on my neck.

“Damn it, Lyla,” he growled against my skin, then pushed me up against the wall. His mouth came down on my shoulder, dragging his tongue up my neck. He yanked the zipper the rest of the way down and shoved the dress strap off.

His hands cupped my breasts, and I moaned as the material fell away from me. “I’ve wanted to be inside of you all weekend,” he said then plunged his hand into my thong. His finger found my clit instantly and he rubbed the swollen nub until I arched my back into him. He slid two fingers up and down my slit before pushing inside of me. “Mmm, you’re dripping.”

I moaned in response.

He stroked in and out of me, bringing me to the edge, but every time I felt as if I was going to fall off he pulled his fingers out then slowly started up again. “Does that feel good?”

“So good.”

His other hand reached up kneading my breast before he pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I threw my head back against his shoulder, and he captured my mouth with his, thrusting his tongue against mine.

I could taste the slightest bit of Jack, but what I really wanted to taste was him. I reached behind me for his zipper, but he grabbed my hand and pinned it up against the wall.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

He traced his tongue along my collar bone and sucked on the crook of my neck then pushed my dress the rest of the way down.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he said then fell to his knees.

He squeezed my ass then linked his fingers around the band of my panties. His lips pressed into my lower back and inch by torturous inch he peeled the material away from my body, trailing his lips behind it. My thong fell to the floor and I stepped out of it. His hands massaged my ass then he buried his face into my backside and licked a delicious stroke across my aching pussy.

Needing to grab onto something, I reached behind me, knotting my fingers in his silky hair. His clever fingers circled my pulsing clit and then without warning he pushed them inside me. My hands flattened against the wall, holding myself up, not relying on my weakening legs.

A soft moan pushed its way up my throat as his slick tongue stroked lovingly along my sex. He grabbed handfuls of my ass and spread me wide as he continued with the relentless strokes.

Tremors wracked my body. The release I had been dreaming about for two years was building inside of me and when I was about to explode Jaxon stopped. He ran his hand up my side, tracing his mouth along my back. His grip tightened on my waist and spun me to face him. He kissed my stomach then sucked my tight nipple into his mouth, teasing me with the right amount of teeth.

I curved into the wall as he licked the peak with long sensuous laps of his tongue. I reached down to his zipper and this time he didn’t stop me. Slowly, I undid his pants and pushed them down. When his cock sprung free, I wrapped my hand around his shaft.

His mouth found mind and he swiped his tongue along my bottom lip. I parted, meeting his tongue with my own, relishing in the hot intrusion. 

Not wanting to leave his lips, but wanting so desperately to taste him, I drew back and kissed his chin before making my decent down the hard ridges of his chest and abs.

Precum beaded on his tip and I slid my tongue over the head, savoring his warm salty taste I’d been craving for so long. I opened wide and took him in completely, pulling back and swirling my tongue along the head before taking him deep. His cock nudged the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” Jaxon cursed and I ran my hand up his abdomen, dragging my nails back down his skin as I cupped his ass and urged him deeper. His cock pulsed in my mouth and I could feel it growing harder. He fisted my hair and controlled my motions, as he slowly eased me back.

My tongue trailed along the smooth underside and when I reached the tip I licked and sucked, torturing him with pleasure.

His hand tightened on my hair and he pulled me up to him, crushing his mouth to mine. He grabbed my ass, hoisting me up effortlessly and I wrapped my legs around his middle.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he said as he walked us across the room.

He kissed me then, devouring me completely and I let the passion overtake me, closing my eyes and soaking up every luscious caress.

“Fuck me,” I begged, needing to feel him inside me. “I can’t wait anymore. I need you.”

At my words his kisses turned more urgent, his hands more desperate. He dropped me on the bed and climbed on top of me, pushing his thick, hard cock inside me.

My back arched and I whimpered at the pure pleasure building in me and spreading through every inch of my body. Jaxon pounded into me, so deep, so hard, and I dug my nails into his back.

“Oh my God. Yes! Jaxon!” He thrust deeper and brought his hand to my clit rubbing the sensitive nub.

It felt too good. I couldn’t focus on anything other than the intense feel of his cock pumping in and out of my hot, wet pussy.

“I want you on top,” he said. He pulled out of me and I instantly felt the loss. He laid on the bed and I sat back admiring his masculine beauty. Then I straddled him, positioning myself above his waiting cock. He grabbed my face between his hands and held my gaze as I slowly eased on to him.

He filled me completely and I rocked my hips, feeling him glide across my sensitive tissues.

“Oh yeah, baby. Fuck my cock.”

I lifted up then pushed back down, drawing out the pleasure. Jaxon grasped my hips and held me in place as he thrust into me over and over again. We both cried out at the intensity. He cupped my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers, causing me to churn my hips, taking him deeper.

The pressure built, and I drew out the motions, dragging myself up and down his cock in slow, tantalizing movements. My insides clenched and I spiraled out of control, convulsing against Jaxon as my orgasm overtook me.

“That’s right, baby. Come for me.”

I collapsed against him and he waited only a second before he pounded into my dripping pussy. My already too sensitive tissues exploded, shooting vicious sensations through my body. Jaxon grabbed my hips and surged into my sex, coming deep inside of me, sending me spiraling into another orgasm.  

We both panted, trying to catch our breaths. Sweat beaded on his forehead and I ran a hand through his hair, brushing it back.

“Come here,” Jaxon said, pulling me to his lips. He a placed a chaste kiss on my mouth and then tucked me beside him.

He kissed my cheek and my neck and held me tight. “Is it okay if I stay?” he asked and my heart nearly burst out of my chest.

“As long as you promise you won’t leave before saying goodbye.”

He turned me to face him and kissed me again. “Promise.”

I cuddled into him and smiled. This time was different. It didn’t feel like this was an end. No. It felt like it was just the beginning.

***

I slept heavenly and when the bright morning sun, shimmered through the crack in the curtains, I stretched my arms and reached for Jaxon.

But the only thing I felt was the cold empty sheets. I sprang up and searched the room. His pants were gone. I went to the bathroom but the door was open and the shower was bone dry. I grabbed the sheet off the bed and wrapped myself in it then ran into the hallway.

I knocked on Jaxon’s door. He must’ve came back to shower. He wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye. He promised. I knocked again more desperate this time.

“Jaxon?” I called out.

A couple walked by, staring at me like I lost my mind. I ignored them and knocked again. Nothing. I went back to my room and collapsed on the bed.

The realization smacked into me, knocking the wind right the fuck out of me.

He left me.

Again.

The End

Look for the next book in the Tryst Series

ALWAYS

available June 4
th
, 2015

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