Chapter 6

CHAPTERSIX

Jaxon

I wake up to the sound of rustling and need a second to orientate myself. After Liv finished her story, we all squeezed onto the couch and continued watching our show, cuddling and trying to comfort her. But my mind was still reeling, my thoughts consumed with what she endured. She’s incredibly strong, and I can’t imagine going through what she has. Being abused by the one you love, watching him kill your family, and then having the public turn on you when you already have nothing left… It’s all so unimaginable and unfair.

As I reflected on our previous conversations, I realized that there were things along the way that didn’t add up or made me question her story, but I never would have guessed something as horrific as what she revealed. Despite that, she never outright lied to me, and that means everything. Honesty and loyalty are the traits I value the most, and I admire the fact that she wasn’t even capable of lying to me while hiding a whole identity.

I hear the rustling again and turn my head towards the other end of the couch, where Riv and Ry are cuddled up with Liv. The TV is on, but the streaming service is asking us if we’re still watching. I glance at the digital clock on the surround system and see that it’s just after three am. When Liv untangles herself quietly from the twins and stands up, I assume she’s just heading to the bathroom. But I soon hear the alarm panel beep and the front door open. My hackles rise. Where does she think she’s going, alone, at this time of night?

I grab my keys, wallet, and a hoodie from beside the door, then put on my shoes before following Liv out. I see her getting into her car and run to the passenger door, open it, and sit down beside her. She jumps in surprise but then breathes a sigh of relief when she realizes it’s me.

“So, where are we heading?” I ask her, and she pulls her shoulders to her ears.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Yeah, I gathered that,” I say.

“I slept the whole day, and now I can’t anymore. My head is spinning, so I wanted to go and dance it out,” she says quietly.

“Okay, let’s go,” I tell her, fastening in my seatbelt.

“No, I didn’t mean to interrupt your sleep, Jaxon,” she replies, blinking at me. “You don’t need to come. You can go back in.”

“Sunshine,” I start, my voice firm, “I’m coming. Let’s go.”

The side of her lip tilts upwards as she starts the car.

* * *

The studio is quiet when we arrive. I can understand why Liv and Chase like to be here at night, but normally, I would prefer to be in bed. If Liv were there beside me, I doubt I would even make it to work on time in the morning, but we’re here now because she needs this, and I need to know she’s safe. I sit in one of the chairs in front of the stage and make myself comfortable. This is going to take a while, I guess.

Liv stands before me and peels off the oversized sweatpants she borrowed from Chase, leaving her in just his boxers and a T-shirt that is far too big on her, hanging mid-thigh.

“Can I play the music over your phone? Mine is still at your place,” she asks me, and I hand her my phone with the music app open. “Can you please start this song on repeat when I finish stretching?”

I nod my head, trying to keep my eyes on her face rather than her toned legs, while she heads over to the stage. Once up there, she bends down and touches her toes, gradually lowering her upper body until she’s hugging her legs. She then moves into a split, and I’m impressed. So is my cock. She gets back up and pulls her leg up, resting her foot behind her head, causing me to swallow hard as I try to keep my thoughts in check. Oh, the possibilities…

After something like fifteen minutes, she nods to me, and I push the play button. I take a few deep breaths to calm my cock down, not recognizing the song that starts playing. I look down at the screen to see that it’s “I Lost Myself” by Munn with Anna Clendening. The song is about someone who’s left their past behind and is running from the demons that still haunt them.

I watch her intently as she moves to the music, telling her own story with her body, and I can see the weight of her own struggles reflected in her movements. She carries so much on her shoulders, and I can’t help but feel the urge to help her lighten the load. I know she knows that she’s not alone anymore, but I need to find a way to make her believe it. I focus on her, watching her every move, listening to every beat of the music.

* * *

Liv

I wring the water out of my hair and wrap a small towel around it. My knee is throbbing with pain, but I did dance for nearly two hours. After spending three days in the car, it seems to have been too much. I put the sweatpants that Chase gave me back on, but I leave the boxers, since they’re damp from my sweat. I don’t want to put the sweaty shirt back on either, so I call for Jaxon and cover my chest with my arms. He was great, sitting there calmly and watching me patiently, even as I did the same routine over and over again.

He opens the door and enters the women’s locker room. His eyes widen when he sees me topless, but then they fill with heat as he steps closer to me, his gaze fixed on my arms covering my chest, pushing my breasts up.

“What do you need, sunshine?” His voice is raspy, and I can feel my thighs press together involuntarily. He notices the movement and smirks, looking back into my eyes.

“Chase’s shirt is sweaty. Can I borrow your hoodie?” I ask. I noticed that he had one with him but wasn’t wearing it.

“I brought it for you actually,” he says, holding it out to me. He smirks again, aware that I’ll have to let go of my chest to take it. Two can play this game.

“Help me, please?” I ask innocently, releasing my chest and raising my arms above my head.

Jaxon’s eyes immediately zero in on my hardened nipples, and he curses under his breath. I bite my lip to stifle a laugh as he steps closer, pulling the hoodie over my head and down my torso, his knuckles brushing against the bare skin on the side of my boobs, which makes me shiver. Once the hoodie is in place, he tugs on the fabric to pull me to him and kisses me on the lips.

“We have to catch the sunrise. Let’s go,” he says, his voice rough.

“We do?” I ask, surprised, before he takes my hand and pulls me out of the studio and to my car. He slides into the driver’s seat, and I laugh at his self-assurance.

Jaxon drives us to a seemingly secluded part of the beach. Although it’s still dark, the dawn is already breaking through the night. I get to the trunk of the Mini to get out the blanket I store there.

“You hobbled out of the studio, your knee is hurting. Hop on,” he says, bending down for me to ride piggyback, and I laugh. I never thought I’d ever ride piggyback on Jaxon Tanner.

I get on his back, hugging his shoulders, and he holds my thighs securely as he walks down the beach. He sets me down, takes the blanket from me and lays it out for us before sitting down on it. I move to sit beside him, but he pulls me to sit in front of him between his legs, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pulling my back into his chest. He leans the side of his head against my temple and squeezes me while we just sit there, watching the sun rise in the distance and listening to the waves crashing on the shore.

“I used to watch the sunrise a lot, but for some reason, I stopped doing it. Other things got more important,” Jaxon says, breaking the silence.

I let myself lean into him a bit more. “We could start doing it again, maybe every other week. Just us,” I offer, and he kisses my temple.

“I’d love that, sunshine,” he says after a few moments.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” I say before cupping his cheek and kissing him gently.

He turns me in his embrace so that I’m kneeling between his legs and deepens the kiss. He pulls me in with a hand on my lower back and threads his fingers through my hair at the back of my head. I bite his bottom lip, and he groans, gripping the hair on my scalp and tugging lightly. The sensation of pain quickly turns into pleasure as he lies back on the blanket, pulling me with him. I’m lying on his chest, my legs straddling his waist, and I start to rub myself against the bulge in his sweatpants. I know I told the twins I’m not ready for sex yet, but the night with Chase had awakened something in me and my fears of getting intimate with them evaporated. I just want to be with them, on every level possible.

Jaxon pulls away from the kiss.

“Nobody ever comes here this early. Do you trust me?” he asks.

I nod my head and reply without even having to think about it. “I do.”

He pulls his hoodie over my head, and I feel the wind rustling my hair over my naked back. I feel exposed, my breasts right in Jaxon’s face, but when he leans up to suck on my left nipple, all insecure thoughts fall away from me. He lets it pop out of his mouth with a wet sound and cups both breasts with his hands, squeezing them while looking into my eyes.

“Fuck, I dreamed of these tits every fucking night, but the reality is even better than what I imagined,” he says with a moan.

I gasp when he bites lightly into the underside of my right boob, then he pulls me down to him by my throat, kissing me deeply. My hands are on his chest, but his shirt is in the way, so I tug at it.

“Off,” I say against his lips.

He chuckles and sits up, bringing both of us into a sitting position with me still straddling his lap. He pulls off his shirt in one swift motion and returns to me, kissing me and hugging my naked chest to his. I love the feeling of skin on skin and can feel his heart hammering against mine.

I feel Jaxon’s erection throb against me, and I want to taste him so badly. I tug on the waistband of his sweatpants.

“I want to taste you, can I?” I ask, looking into his eyes.

“Holy fuck,” he says on a groan.

He sheds his sweatpants, and I kneel between his legs again, gripping his big, throbbing cock. I only have Liam and Chase as a comparison, and while Liam is average and Chase’s dick has more delicious girth than length, Jaxon’s is huge. I run my hand up and down the shaft, feeling it pulse with his heartbeat, then lean forward and take him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head and then taking him deeper. I bob my head up and down, working him with my lips and tongue, listening to his moans and groans. It seems Jaxon isn’t quiet while having sex, and I love it.

As I continue to suck him, I feel his hand come to rest on the back of my head, holding me in place. I look up at him, and find his eyes are closed in ecstasy. I can tell that he’s close, so I increase my pace, taking him deeper and faster, but he stops me.

“Stop, sunshine. I can’t take it, and I’m not going to come in your mouth today,” he says. Confused, I sit up, still gripping his exquisite dick, and look at him questioningly.

“Why not?”

He pulls me to him and flips us, my back now on the blanket as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of Chase’s sweatpants and pulls them off me. They slide away easily since they’re too big, and with no panties on, I’m lying naked before him. He groans again, biting his fist while taking in every inch of me, then he sweeps his hand from my upper thigh up to my belly.

“Because before I ever come in your mouth, you have to come on my tongue,” he says, his voice husky with desire.

Jaxon leans down and starts kissing his way down my body, his lips and tongue working magic on my skin. He starts at my neck, leaving wet trails down to my collarbone before moving on to my breasts. He takes one nipple in his mouth and sucks gently, making me gasp with pleasure, then he alternates between them, using his hands to squeeze and tease my breasts. As he kisses his way lower, he dips his tongue into my belly button and traces patterns on my skin. I arch my back in pleasure, my hands clutching at his hair as he reaches my core, where he kisses my mound before teasing me with his tongue, flicking it over my clit and then delving deeper, making me moan and writhe beneath him.

“I knew you’d taste like heaven,” he mutters and keeps building up my pleasure until I feel like I’m going to burst.

Then he changes tactics and pushes two fingers inside me, rubbing my G-spot while still flicking his tongue over my clit. It’s almost too much for me to handle, and I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. He senses it too and increases the pressure, bringing me over it. My body shakes as waves of pleasure wash over me, all while he continues to draw out my orgasm until I collapse back onto the ground, panting and spent. As I catch my breath, Jaxon moves above me and kisses me deeply, his tongue tasting of my own arousal. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close, feeling his erection pressing against my leg. I want him inside me. I need him so badly.

“Jaxon,” I murmur, and he nuzzles my neck.

“I didn’t bring you here for that, Liv. Please believe me. You are so fucking perfect, I just couldn’t resist tasting you. I want to take it slow with you, but I can’t. This is mine.” His hand wanders down to between my legs, where he cups me. “It’s always been mine. Are you going to give it to me?”

“Yes,” I beg, grabbing his head in my hands and pulling his forehead to mine, gazing into his eyes. “Take what’s yours, Jaxon.” His breath hitches.

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he says with a groan, then he positions himself between my thighs and strokes my pussy with the head of his cock, spreading my wetness.

“Fuck,” he murmurs. “Are you going to take all of me like a good girl?”

I nod eagerly, and he slowly pushes into me, filling me up inch by inch. I gasp and arch my back, feeling him stretch me in the most delicious way.

“Look at you, taking my cock balls deep in your tight little pussy.” he says, and my eyes roll back into my head. I love his dirty fucking mouth.

He starts moving in and out of me, slowly at first, then picking up speed. His hands are on my hips, guiding me up and down his length, his grip becoming more forceful as he picks up his rhythm. I moan in pleasure as he pounds into me, the sensations nearly overwhelming me. My tits bounce up and down with the movement, and he leans down to lick between them, then kisses me deeply. His hand wanders up to my throat, where he squeezes lightly.

“I need you on your hands and knees,” he demands. “Can you do that for me, sunshine?”

I nod, my body craving more of him.

“Yes, sir,” I murmur, and his gaze heats up even more.

He lets go of me and pulls out, then I turn around, getting on my knees and lowering my upper body.

“Good god, what a view,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

He pulls my ass to him and licks up my slit, then bites into my ass cheek before spanking the other one. I moan, loving that he is a little rough with me but never too much. He enters me from behind, the angle hitting me in all the right spots, and I cry out in pleasure, my body arching back against him. He starts moving in and out of me, one hand gripping my hip tightly as the other one sweeps down my back to find my hair again, pulling it right at the scalp. As he pounds into me, I can feel my orgasm building again, and I push back against him, taking him deeper. He must feel my pussy spasm around him and moves his hand from my hip to my clit.

“That’s it, sunshine, squeeze my dick with that perfect little pussy. Come for me.” With a moan, I come again, and he follows me over the edge, his body shaking with his release.

We collapse onto the blanket, panting and spent. He gets off my back and pulls me into his side so my head is resting on his chest, where I can feel his heart pounding.

“Never leave me again, you hear me?” he whispers, his voice filled with emotion, before kissing the top of my head.

“I hear you,” I whisper back, my heart swelling with love for him.

“Good fucking girl,” he murmurs against my hair before grabbing the hoodie, pulling me to sit up, and putting it back on me.

“Not risking some stranger seeing the best tits in Florida,” he says.

“Oh, now you’re worried about that?” I ask with a chuckle, feeling a sense of playfulness return to the moment.

“Yeah, now that my blood is back in the head that does the thinking,” he says with a laugh.

We lie there for a while longer before putting the rest of our clothes back on, then he carries me to the car and we get in the Mini, Jaxon taking the driver seat again.

“Want to get some bagels and coffee for the others on our way home?” Jaxon asks me, his eyes filled with affection as he pushes a lock of hair away from my eyes.

“As if I would ever say no to coffee. I need another shower at your place though,” I say, laughing. “I think I have sand in all the wrong places.”

Jaxon just chuckles and starts the engine.