Jagged Harts, page 22
Without any other warning, Dax thrusts a finger inside my ass. I gasp at the sudden intrusion before my gasp quickly turns to a moan. Dax slowly thrusts in and out of me a few times before he adds another finger and then another. Fuck.
“Shit, baby, I can barely feel my fingers. You think this ass is ready for my cock?”
I bite my lip and nod frantically. Frankly, if he doesn’t get his cock in one of my holes I am going to fucking combust. Dax chuckles lowly as he continues thrusting his fingers in me.
“Such an eager thing. Alright, baby. I will give you what you need. But I’m not wearing a condom. I want to empty myself in you and make sure that you can feel me for the rest of the day. You good with that?”
“Fuck! Yes,” I shout. “Just fuck me!”
“Good girl,” he says before withdrawing his fingers.
Dax steps away completely for a few seconds before he comes back. Cold liquid hits my ass, causing me to tense up. He runs a warm hand on my back in a soothing gesture as his other hand spreads the liquid.
“Easy, baby girl. Just want to make sure you are ready for me.”
“I don’t know if I am relieved or irritated that you had a bottle of lube at the ready in the garage. How many bitches have you fucked in here?”
His hand snakes around to the front of my throat, pulling me up so that I am forced to look at him. The move should terrify me, any manhandling should really, but with Dax I have never felt safer. Instead of filling me with fear all it does is set flame to the burning embers inside me.
“None. Only you baby. Just you.”
His words give me a stupid amount of pleasure but I don’t get too much time to relish in it before I feel Dax’s thick cock press against my ass. I’ve had more than my fair share of ass play in the past but never with a man Dax’s size and not in a while. Even with the lube it is going to be fucking tight.
Dax inches in agonizingly slow. The pain flares for a few moments before it fades and need outweighs it. I wiggle my hips to encourage him to go deeper and when he is finally seated in me we both groan in pleasure. His cock pulses inside of me several times as he suddenly stills.
“Shit, baby. I don’t know how long you expect me to last with your ass squeezing the life out of me like this.”
“Just make me come,” I demand as I wiggle my hips again, the previous discomfort completely forgotten and all that remains is pleasure and the feeling of being so fucking full.
Dax begins slowly moving his hips as I push back against him. Normally I like to fuck for a while, but I can already feel my orgasm building. It’s been building ever since he bent me over. The hand that isn’t resting on my throat creeps around my stomach and down to my clit. I could fucking sob with relief when his fingers start perfectly rubbing me. I moan my approval which only spurs him on more, his thrusts becoming deeper and more frantic.
My pussy begins convulsing, my orgasm so close I can practically taste it.
“More,” I beg. “Just a little bit more.”
At my plea, Dax’s fingers stop moving and pull away from my pussy before coming back down over my clit with a sharp slap. Instantly, I see black. The scream that is ripped from my throat sounds foreign as my body shakes and shutters around his cock. Dax lets out a feral growl behind me as I feel his hot cum coat the inside of me. Both of our orgasms seem to last forever, and I feel ready to die of complete and utter bliss. What a fucking way to go.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE
AUBREY
The week goes by in a blur. Dax has been training his ass off for his fight coming up tomorrow, so my time has been split between working, hanging out with Kayla and school. Cole is still massively avoiding me. He even traded off all of the shifts that we had together at work, so I think it’s safe to say that our friendship has been officially burnt to a crisp.
Pushing aside the disappointment that fills me about my and Cole’s friendship, I shoot off a text to Dax.
Me: What are you up to?
Dax: Training. What’s up?
Me: Do you have time for dinner?
Dax: Always have time for you baby. I’ll pick you up in 20.
I get ready in record time. I honestly was expecting him to blow me off so once I am ready I rush out the door to wait for him in the parking lot. Can you tell that I am excited to see him? Ugh, I’ve become one of those needy bitches.
When Dax pulls up, he gets out of the car and starts walking towards me. The second I see him my stomach flips and I can’t fight the smile that spreads across my face. I run towards him and jump into his arms. He catches me easily as I bend my head down to kiss him. He lifts one of his hands to cup my face as he moves his full lips across mine eagerly.
“Wow, we better get out of here. My girlfriend will be here any minute,” he teases.
I smack his arm and jump down.
“Easy there, playboy. Let’s go, I need to be fed,” I say bounding up to his car.
“Yes, dear,” he replies with a smile before shutting my door.
15 minutes later we are sitting down at Rocco’s on the other side of town with supposedly the best Pizza around.
“You guys seriously call this Pizza? Pathetic. You should try some from this little hole in the wall place I used to go to back in California. It would change your life,” I say inspecting the slice in front of me before deciding what the hell and taking a bite.
“I’ve never been outside of the state line, so I’ll take your word for it,” he shrugs.
“Never?” I thought I was the only one that never left their hometown.
“Nope. No need, I guess.”
I open my mouth to tell him that we need to fix that soon when a shrill voice pierces the room.
“Daxie! Oh my gosh, I didn’t know that you were going to be here. We have an extra seat if you want to join us!” Julie says before pointing at the group in the corner.
I look over to see a table with Chase, Blake and some other girl in it. Dax glances over and gives the guys a nod before turning back to Julie.
“We are good.”
His voice is short and the not-so-subtle hint to fuck off is clear, at least to everyone but her. She sticks out her bottom lip like a 4-year-old while twirling a lock of her fire engine hair around a manicured nail.
“You are no fun. Well maybe I can come by tonight and remind you how much fun we have together,” she says giving him her best seductive smile as she leans forward ever so slightly to give him a full access view of her cleavage.
I ball my fists in my lap, trying to talk myself out of knocking this bitch out. Why is it a bad idea again? I can’t seem to remember. Ah, yes. Jail time and losing my scholarship. Yeah this bitch isn’t worth that shit. Dax’s eyes narrow at her immediately, irritation written plainly across his face.
“No.”
The smirk falls from her lips, and she looks genuinely confused.
“No?”
“No, you can’t come by. You can, however, fuck off. I would like to get back to my date with my girlfriend,” he says nodding at me.
I don’t even try to hide the smug grin that comes to my face when he introduces me as his girlfriend. Her gaze flicks over to me, her nose scrunching up in displeasure before she turns back towards him with a cool shrug.
“Okay, Daxie. You know how to reach me, day or night.” She draws the last part out and runs her hand across his arm as she walks away.
I scoff and roll my eyes, damn this bitch is desperate. Dax grimaces as he looks at me like he is embarrassed that I even had to experience all of that. I guess I can expect more run ins like that now that I am dating Dax Hart-Breaker.
“I’m sorry about that. She’s a fucking handful,” he says.
“Sounds like you would know,” I snap back, not even trying to hide the accusation in my voice.
“Baby-” he starts but I cut him off with my hand raised.
“Forget it.”
He reaches across the table to hold my hands, and as much as I want to be a petty bitch and pull away, I don’t.
“No, listen. She was nothing. Just someone that I hooked up with literally once. She was just a way to pass the time, baby. I swear.”
My eyes flick up to him and narrow. I was going to drop this but if he really wants to do this, then let’s fucking have it out.
“Is that how you will talk about me when we break up?”
I try to keep my tone hard and angry, but I think my fear peeks through a little too much. A look of pain flashes across his face as he slowly withdraws his hands before slumping back into the booth.
“When?” He questions, his voice soft as he looks at me.
I just shrug, trying to keep up my I don’t give a fuck attitude, even if it couldn’t be further from the truth. My gut is twisting painfully at the thought of my life without Dax in it. He has quickly become a huge chunk of it, practically everything, which is scary as fuck.
“They call you Dax Hart-Breaker for a reason.”
The hurt look slides off his face and a pissed one takes its place, his jaw ticking.
“Really?” he grits. “You are going to listen to petty bitches that are pissed I didn’t fall in fucking love with them? You look like you have something on your mind, so please, don’t hold back.”
My eyes narrow a fraction at his attitude. Motherfucker.
“Fine. You scare the living shit out of me. Most of the time I think that I know you, but the Dax that I know wouldn’t touch that bitch with a ten-foot pole. You have a nasty reputation, and I am not one to cast stones with my glass house of a past, but you have to see it from my point of view. You have never been in a serious relationship and honestly, neither have I. Neither of us know what the fuck we are doing here, and it is fucking terrifying. I feel too much for you and I fucking hate it! I want to believe that I am special and all but sometimes I just don’t know.”
The condemnation left my voice somewhere along the way and I am left feeling vulnerable and exposed. It makes me itchy as fuck. I squirm in my seat a little like I can get rid of the feeling if I do.
“You have the power to crush me. No one has had that in a long time. Just don’t…don’t make me regret trusting you,” I finish with a whisper.
All of the irritation seems to melt off him as he reaches for my hands again and rubs small circles on the back of it.
“Baby, you can trust me.” He swallows for a moment before continuing. “You have that power too, you know. I’m really fucking scared too but being with you is worth it.”
My eyes soften at that. I give him a half of a smile and he returns it. We sit in silence for a few more minutes just looking at each other before he speaks again.
“Ready to get out of here?”
“Definitely.”
We jump up from our seats and intertwine our hands as we head for the door. I look over my shoulder as we go to see Julie glaring daggers at us, her fists balled into fists on top of the table. She looks pissed that she didn’t rattle us like she intended. Fucking bitch.
When we get back to campus, Dax walks me back to my room and buries his hands into my hair, bringing his face close to me. Every time he kisses me it feels like the first time all over again and I can’t help but feel that everything in my life has led me to be right here at this moment. Holy fuck. I am turning into some sappy schoolgirl.
Dax breaks the kiss and hovers just over my lips smiling.
“So, I will see you tomorrow?”
I smile. “Of course. I will be in the front row screaming my fucking head off for you.”
He grins and kisses me one more time before leaving. I stand at my door watching him leave, knowing that I can’t keep denying it. I am totally in love with Dax motherfucking Hart.
CHAPTER
THIRTY
AUBREY
I am currently staring at my full-length mirror, trying to decipher how I feel about Kayla’s latest round of dress up. I’m wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a sparkly black and silver tank top, since I vetoed the leather skirt and a shirt that made me look like every other ring bunny. She says that this is how everyone dresses to fights and I argued with her since I have been to my fair share of entry level UFC fights back home, but she wouldn’t hear of it. Pick your battles, I guess.
When we pull up to the gym that the fights are being held at a town over, I look around, surprised to see just how packed it is. Cars are overflowing from the parking lot and out onto the street. I know there are quite a bit of fights lined up for today, but it is still a pretty impressive turn out.
It takes us a little, but we are finally able to find a spot. After parking quickly, we make our way to the front door where Blake is waiting for us. Before I even get a word out, he is stepping up to us and ushering us past the bouncer at the door. I go to say thank you but realize that he isn’t even looking at me. No, his eyes are firmly set on my gorgeous best friend and by the fuck me eyes she is sending back to him, I’d say the attraction is more than mutual.
Before they go at it right here in the middle of the room, I grab her by the arm and pull us farther inside so that we are out of people’s way.
“I got to make sure a few other people get in. I’ll find you,” Blake says to Kayla before walking back outside.
“Oh my gosh! Did you see the way he looked at me!” She shouts as she smacks my arm excitedly.
I nod my head and give her a knowing smile before I look around the place. We are crammed like sardines in here, but the energy is so wild that you can physically feel it in the air.
“I am going to go to the bathroom before he gets back!” Kayla says in my ear.
I give her a thumbs up as she weaves her way through the crowd. Slowly, I work myself through the masses before coming to the edge of the octagon where a fight looks to be wrapping up. At least I sure hope it’s almost done because the scrawny kid on the ground pouring blood like a fire hydrant doesn’t look like he will last much longer. Forget losing the fight, this kid looks like he will be spending the night in the ER.
Suddenly, I feel a large hand grab my ass. Seriously? What the fuck is it that makes men think they are entitled to touch anyone’s ass just because they want to? I turn around quickly to see some drunk college kid with a grin plastered on his face while he lightly staggers in place.
Without hesitation, I throw a punch right over his left eye and then grab the offending hand by the wrist and twist, effectively dropping drunky to his knees. He lets out a sharp yelp and struggles to break his hand free, but I just apply more pressure when he does. From this angle I could snap his wrist like a twig, and for a moment I consider it until I feel a hand on my shoulder. Why the fuck does everyone think they can touch me tonight?
“Easy there, champ,” Chase drawls.
I sneer at him and roll his hand off my shoulder. I still haven’t forgotten how he set me up for that fight with Collins or the bullshit sexist remarks he made when it was questioned if I truly won or not. Dax doesn’t talk about him often and he has yet to bring me around him, thank fuck. I know that they have been friends ever since they were kids so it isn’t like I expect Dax to drop his lifelong friend just because I can’t stand his fucking guts.
Narrowing my eyes at Chase, I apply just a bit more pressure to drunkys wrist just to be a bitch before I drop it. When he attempts to stumble upright, I kick him in the side, toppling him back over. I feel several sets of eyes on me as I do but that’s nothing new when I publicly drop some guy in front of all his friends. It is the 21st century and yet people are still surprised when they see a woman stand up for herself and not stand by to get sexually assaulted. Motherfuckers.
Turning on my heel, I face the octagon once more to see that the scrawny kid is finally knocked out. Someone drags him out of the cage and a swarm of people come in, cleaning all of the blood off the floor as quickly as possible before the next fight begins. Turning my head, I see Kayla making her way towards me with Blake’s arm draped around her.
Shit. That was fast.
When they reach me, Blake gives me a smirk before whispering into Kayla’s ear, causing her to giggle like a pre-teen. They are so cute together already, I could puke.
A guy jumps up into the octagon and starts doing what seems to be a very well-rehearsed introduction for Dax’s fight. Apparently, the guy Dax is fighting is named Chad Bronson and it’s his first official fight. In the back corner I see some guy around Dax’s age with a buzzed head make his way through the crowds. They don’t give him much love, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He looks arrogant, like this won’t even be a sweat. I don’t know this guy, but I’ve been the one trying to land a blow on Dax Hart before. I don’t think he knows what a challenge it is going to be.
I know the instant that Dax enters the room, not because of the introduction or his signature music but because I can feel it. He doesn’t look out into the crowd or pay any attention to the people shouting and cheering around him. His eyes are firmly locked on his opponent, stalking towards him like a predator.
The fight starts almost as soon as Dax enters the cage. Chad comes in charging quickly. Dax easily side steps him while he bounces on his feet, waiting for him to make the next move. Chad’s eyes blatantly flick to Dax’s torso before he pulls back to swing. Dax anticipates his move and dodges the throw before countering with a left hook to Chad’s jaw. He stumbles back a few steps, clearly dazed before trying to shake the stars away.
Chad begins to advance once more but you can tell that he’s pretty disoriented and definitely isn’t as coordinated as he once was. Dax lets Chad make his way almost right up to him before giving out a punishing kick to the ribs that drops Chad to his knees. Dax accompanies it with a right hook to the face that hits so hard, I swear I just saw some teeth fly out into the crowd.
