Jagged Harts, page 20
With that, she walks out of my room and slams the door shut. I flop backwards onto my bed and stare at the crack in my ceiling intently. I don’t understand why Kayla is so insistent that I shouldn’t date Dax. She is always all over my case to hook up with guys, but suddenly it’s a bad thing that I actually like a guy? My anger at her resurfaces, rearing its ugly head.
Just because I don’t want to sleep around like her doesn’t mean I am doing anything wrong.
Even as I try to hold on to my anger, I can’t fight off the uneasiness creeping in. The two closest people to me found out about my relationship with Dax and reacted horribly. Granted they both had their personal reasons for their reactions. But they both voiced similar concerns. That Dax will break my heart. And as much as I try to tell myself that they are wrong, a tiny voice in my head agrees, and keeps whispering, “Run.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
DAX
I have been training every chance that I can get this week, gearing up for another fight next Friday night. The money is great at fight night and all but it’s more than that for me. Every fight I get tougher, quicker, smarter. Up until a few months ago, my dreams of rejoining the UFC were nothing but a distant memory.
After spending so much time with Aubrey lately, things have started to change. The last few fights that I have had I had good control over myself. I didn’t let the darkness drag me under and I didn’t send anyone to the hospital. Progress.
I don’t know if Aubrey is a direct result of my change or if it is just a coincidence, but one thing is for sure, everything has changed since she came into my life. I have opened up to her about my former dreams and she asked me if it was something that I would still want to go after. Am I pussy if I am too afraid to admit it? That I want it more than anything in the fucking world? Well, almost anything.
It's probably a lost cause to hope for anyways. I would need a gym to sponsor me at least and after the shit that went down years ago I am not sure that Cameron would want to stick his neck on the line for me again. My suspension technically ended two weeks ago, and I guess I won’t know for sure unless I talk to him.
Fuck it. I’ll sit down with Cameron next time I am in the gym and talk it out. If he understandably doesn’t want to back me then maybe I can start looking for other sponsors. Someone has to be willing to give me another shot, right?
I have been in the gym so much this week that I have barely gotten to see Aubrey. I may sound like a pussy, but I have fucking missed her ass. It’s Saturday night and I am on my way to pick her up for our first date. My leg is bouncing as I pull up outside of her building. I planned a romantic as fuck surprise for her tonight. I hope she likes it.
It doesn’t take me long to get into her building and knock on her door. When she opens it, I struggle not to swallow my tongue. Holy fuck. I think she is trying to kill me. She is wearing a body-hugging blue lace dress that dips low on her chest and hits about mid-thigh. I look down to see that she is also wearing a pair of heels that make her legs look like they go on for miles.
As I ascend my journey, I settle on her cleavage and start to feel myself getting hard. The thin straps of her dress show off her creamy complexion and suddenly all I can imagine is tearing it off her. Her hair is done in some up do thing that displays her neck, begging for me to bury my face into it.
“Like what you see Mr. Hart?” Her voice husky as she speaks.
I swallow and nod furiously. I told her to get all dolled up, but I wasn’t expecting her to be this…stunning. I know I look pretty good in my black slacks and white button up, it’s one of my only outfits that doesn’t consist of jeans or workout shorts, but she is fucking showstopping.
The only other time that I have seen her dress up was that night in the club and it took me a bit to realize that it really was her. The Aubrey I know is more comfortable in sweats or jeans than a tight dress and heels and I really dig that about her, but tonight I am really liking this other side of her. My woman is fucking drop dead gorgeous. My woman. Fuck, I love the sound of that.
“You are…Fuck. I’m speechless,” I say shaking my head in awe.
“Thank you. You clean up pretty well for a rough and tough fighter,” she jokes.
I toss her a wink before wrapping my arm around her waist as I haul her into me. My mouth claims hers before she even has a second to resist. I am probably going to have lipstick all over my face by the time I am done with her, but I don’t give a fuck. I would cut off my own fucking arm if that meant that I never had to stop kissing her.
After a short yet familiar drive, I park the car as Aubrey looks over to me.
“We are having a date at the gym?” She asks with a cocked eyebrow.
I can’t help but smirk at her. You can appreciate at least one thing about Aubrey, she doesn’t sugar coat shit. If she doesn’t like something or isn’t impressed, you bet your ass you will know it immediately. I walk around the side of my car and open her door for her before offering my hand. She takes it and watches me closely as we make our way inside.
When I unlock the door, she gasps softly, and I smile as I walk around to face her. I asked Cameron if it was cool to bring Aubrey here for our date after hours. He gave me a ton of shit for taking so long to lock her down, but he finally relented.
Aubrey seems to be most comfortable in this place. Not sure if it is the gym itself or just the comfortability of it that reminds her of another time and another place. Either way I thought that this would be a good place to have our date at.
Blake however, thought that Bree wouldn’t be super into hanging out in a smelly gym after hours and sparring all night, so he suggested something a little more romantic. I am glad that I listened to him because her initial reaction tells me that he was right. He helped me string up those fairy light things around the place since I thought Cameron would chop my balls off if I lit candles anywhere and burned the mats. Then I ordered an expensive ass dinner, because expensive translates to romantic in girl talk, right? I have it all set up at a little table to the side with a bottle of champagne and a single red rose in a vase.
John Hughes doesn’t have shit on me.
“Dax,” she breathes softly. “This is kinda perfect.”
“Just kinda?” I tease.
“Well, I can still smell Goldstein’s god-awful aftershave so,” she shrugs, and I bark out a rough laugh.
“I know. Fuck, I aired this place out for almost an hour but once that guy uses that stuff it basically gasses out the whole building.”
She chuckles as I walk her over to the table. I went for Italian food because I figured who doesn’t like pasta, and with the way my girl eats I figured she would appreciate it. I think I guessed right because by the time I glance up from my plate to look at her she has already inhaled half of her plate. I can’t help but smirk. Most girls would probably be uncomfortable eating on a first date, but of course that isn’t Aubrey. I swear she could out eat two other women and still be hotter than both of them.
We talk for a while and bullshit about everything and anything. She is so easy to talk to it is kinda crazy. I have never felt such an intense connection with someone before. Never felt like I could show them the dark jagged parts of myself and have them care for me all the same. I thought that chance died with my mother, but the way Aubrey makes me feel…fuck she makes me feel too much.
I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, tugging her in close to me. She turns around and smiles up at me before she leans on the tips of her toes and brings her lips up to meet mine. I grab the back of her head to take control of the kiss, gently dragging my lips across hers before slipping my tongue into her sweet mouth and slowly stroking and savoring every bit of her.
After a few moments she breaks away and I groan with displeasure.
“I think it’s time to head to your place,” she whispers into my ear.
I perk up at that and look back at her, searching for any doubt but all I see is desire. I slowly ease her down me, enveloping her delicate hand in my large calloused one before we turn and walk to the car. The car ride back to my place is silent and the air is charged with anticipation.
We keep exchanging side long glances but nothing more than that. It’s like we both know that if either of us makes a move we won’t be making it home and she deserves better than a quickie in the back of my car. Then again…No, Fuck. Keep driving, dickhead.
When we get to my place, I open the garage door and pull her up the stairs that leads to my loft before I stand to the side and let her step in first. I follow behind her and as soon as I shut the door, I slam her against the wall and pin her in with my arms before descending on her mouth. I move my hands to her hips and grip tightly, hardly able to control myself. Her arms go around my neck, pulling me deeper into her. My hands drift to just below the curve of her ass before I lift her up. She immediately wraps her legs around me as I begin walking us down the hallway, never breaking the kiss.
As soon as we step through the door to the bedroom, I kick it shut. Then I drop her onto my king size bed and take a few steps back to admire the sight of her finally being where I have fantasized for so many nights. Slowly, I stalk towards her like a hunter to its prey. Her dress has lifted high on her thighs and my gaze flicks down to the newly exposed skin. I need more.
I climb on top of her, my fingers grazing where the hem of her dress lies. I caress her silky skin, momentarily getting lost in the feeling of her before I pull her dress up and over her head, tossing it to the side before reaching down and unclasping her bra as I throw that to the side as well.
Sitting back on my heels, I pause for another second to admire the view, my cock twitching in anticipation as I take my fill. Her smooth breasts are sitting on full display, showing off her soft pink nipples that are making my mouth water. I lean over and pull one into my mouth, swirling my tongue against it as she lets out a breathy moan. I graze my teeth gently causing her to yelp.
“Oh, fuck. Dax,” she moans.
I bite back a groan of my own because that sexy little moan has me ready to cum in my fucking pants like a little bitch. She is so fucking hot. Moving my mouth across her breasts I begin my descent, leaving a trail of kisses down her body until I am met with a pair of black lace panties. I run a finger over the noticeably wet fabric.
“Mmm,” I growl. “You are drenched for me, baby.”
She lets out a little whimper and nods her head almost frantically. Smirking to myself, I grab the delicate fabric and shred it off her body, discarding the scraps to the side with ease. She gasps in surprise and makes eye contact with me, her eyes blazing with need. I hold her gaze as I run a finger through her soaked pussy.
Her breathing is now ragged as she mewls, “Please.”
I quickly sink a finger into her and the moan that comes from her fills the entire room. Her walls clamp down around my finger hard before I begin to pump in and out of her while her hips start grinding against the palm of my hand, practically begging me for more. I push another finger inside her before lowering my face down to meet her perfectly bare pussy.
Slowly, I run the flat of my tongue through her lips, making sure to put extra pressure against her clit. She gasps as her fingers dig into my hair, practically drowning me in her arousal. You won’t hear me fucking complaining, though. Aubrey tastes like raw undiluted sin. I curl my fingers inside of her, rubbing that sweet spot as I lick every inch of her, making sure not to waste a single drop of her taste.
Her legs start to tremble as I continue my assault on her pussy as she cries out.
“Dax, Oh…Oh my god…I’m gonna…”
Her walls begin throbbing around my fingers as I lick and suck every ounce of her release. When her body goes still and she blows out a deep breath, I flick my eyes up to meet her gaze as I pull my fingers out and flatten my tongue one more time before licking her from top to bottom. Her eyes darken as she watches me slowly ease up before grabbing my belt and dropping my pants and boxers in one move.
Aubrey’s eyes are steadily on my rock-hard cock as I move to my bedside table and roll on a condom before climbing on top of her again. I press my lips against hers as my cock nudges against her wet pussy.
“You ready for me, baby?” I whisper against her lips.
“Fuck, yes,” she breathes out.
I know that I should ease into her. She is so fucking tight, and I am far from average, but I can’t wait another fucking moment. I push myself into her faster than I probably should have and bite out a sharp curse at the feeling of her pussy practically strangling my cock.
“Fuck, baby. Your pussy is so tight. Shit,” I hiss as I begin to slowly thrust in and out of her, savoring the feel of her silky walls gripping me perfectly. Fuck. I could die right like this, and I’d be fucking happy. I never want to be anywhere but buried inside her again.
“Dax,” she moans before looking me dead in the eyes. “Fuck me.”
I lose all control from the look in her eyes. I begin to frantically thrust into her like I will die if I ever stop. Right now, it feels like it. Bree moans her approval and meets me for each thrust. I slip my hand down to her swollen clit before I start rubbing quick circles while continuing to snap my hips against hers.
“Yes, baby. Fuck. Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” I growl out as her pussy clamps down on me again.
“Me,” she snarks, despite her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
I raise my hand and spank the side of her ass hard. She yelps at that and clenches on me at the impact. Oh fuck. My dirty girl likes to get spanked.
Moving my hand away from her clit I hold on to the headboard while keeping my other hand on her ass as I continue driving into her tight pussy. She whimpers at the loss of contact but maybe she won’t be such a fucking smart mouth next time.
“I’m not going to ask again, Bree. Tell me who this pussy belongs to, or I will punish you.”
“Promise?” She groans as she looks up at me through her thick eyelashes.
My hand cracks against her ass harder than the last time. She shouts out in pain but then her pussy practically soaks my cock, proving how much she is enjoying herself.
“Ah, fuck. Dax.”
I rear my hand back again and slap her already heated skin. Her back arches into me as her mouth opens on a gasp.
“You,” she breathes out. “I’m yours. Fuck, I’m yours. Just don’t stop!” She practically begs.
All it takes is one more slap and her pussy convulses on my cock, drenching me as she shouts her orgasm. Shit. She feels too tight, too good. Too fucking perfect. I reach down and pinch her clit which makes her scream out even louder and makes me lost it instantly as I empty myself inside of her.
When I begin to slow my movements, I look down to see that Bree has a dazed and satisfied looking smile on her face. I slowly pull out of her and roll on to my back, hauling her into my side as I do. She wraps her arms around my torso and smiles against my chest. My heart is still beating so fucking hard that I think it’s ready to burst out of my damn chest. Can you die from mind blowing sex? Because if so I think I am on my way out of this world.
As I catch my breath my mind races with the fresh memory of finally having her fully after imagining it so many fucking times. I have had a lot of sex in my life, a lot of good sex. But fuck, one time with Bree and I know that nothing and no one will ever compare. I know in this moment that I will never want anyone else.
Her breathing softly evens out as she drifts off, still firmly wrapped up in my arms. When I know that she is fully asleep, I bend down and kiss the top of her head before whispering against it.
“I’m fucking ruined.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
DAX
Not even a few hours pass by before muffled whimpers wake me up. My eyes blink open, flicking around the room wildly looking for the owner. When my eyes catch on a sleeping Aubrey my brows furrow as I watch her clench her shut eyes tight like she is in pain.
“No, stop. Please,” she mumbles against my chest.
“Baby,” I whisper as I rub her back. “Wake up. It’s just a dream.”
The instant that my hand rubs against her back, her body tenses before she begins to thrash.
“No! Get off me! Help! Someone help!” She wails, her eyes still firmly closed.
My stomach bottoms out at her words and the pure terror in her words. I shake her more aggressively to try to get her out of whatever hell she is currently trapped in, but it doesn’t work. The more I try to coax her awake the harder she fights, the more she cries. It tears my fucking heart out.
When I watched over her while she had her concussion she made a little noise here and there in her sleep. Not much, just some murmured words and light whimpers. I thought she was just having a bad dream. It sure as fuck wasn’t like this. One of my hands is cupping the back of her head gently, making sure she doesn’t hit it on the headboard.
What demons are you fighting, baby?
Knowing that shaking and shouting won’t get her out of this, I choose to wrap her up in a safe but tight embrace. She fights against me, but it isn’t too hard for me to hold her against me. I drop my mouth to her ear as I whisper softly the same words that she once told me.
“You are safe, Bree. You aren’t there anymore. You are safe. Come back to me, baby. Come back to me.”
I repeat this over and over again and finally, her struggles begin to lessen, and her cries stop altogether. Her face is still twisted up in what looks like pain and fear. I press a featherlight kiss against her temple as I continue to hold her tight. I don’t know what she is battling or what kind of horrors she has faced. All I know is that the monsters from her past don’t stand a chance. She has a new monster in her corner now. One that will beat, gut and kill any motherfucker who dares look at her.
