20. Chapter 20

My eyes snapped open for some reason, and I sat up, not knowing what had woken me up or what was going on until I heard it. Someone was pounding on my front door. It was still dark outside, so it must have been late. I glanced at the clock, and it read just after two in the morning.

“What the actual fuck?” I mumbled.

The pounding became incessant.

I climbed out of bed, grumbling, assuming someone was drunk and had the wrong apartment. There were all sorts of weirdos and creeps living around here, along with too many drug addicts. You could never be too careful.

I pulled on a pair of basketball shorts, grabbed my knife from my scratched-up nightstand drawer, and made my way to the door.

“Blaze, baby! Open up!”

“Ajax?”

I set the knife down on the kitchen counter and rushed to open the front door.

Ajax was resting an arm over his head on the doorjamb, looking down at me, grinning. It wasn’t that he woke me up or how late it was that concerned me. There was blood dripping down his head and along his temple. His knuckles were scraped, and his jeans were torn at the knees, also scraped and bleeding. He wore a black leather jacket, so the rest of him appeared unharmed. Even more strange was that he seemed unaffected, like he wasn’t hurting at all.

Then, I wrinkled my nose at the stench of alcohol.

I yanked on his jacket and dragged him inside. At the same time, Cueball came out, looking tired and yawning. “What’s going on?” he asked.

I hooked a thumb at Ajax. “This idiot here is bleeding, and he’s been drinking.”

I looked back at him, swaying on his feet but still smiling at me like a lunatic. “Did you ride your bike here? Please tell me you didn’t.”

He rubbed his neck and shrugged. “Yeah, I think I left it in a ditch somewhere. It’s all good. I’m fine. See?” Ajax spun with his arms out and nearly fell over. I quickly caught him as he tripped into me, and we tumbled to the floor in a heap.

“Off, you oaf!” I shoved him off me. “You’re a goddamn moron. You know that, right?” Ajax quickly brought back memories of my own idiocy from when I was a teen, which had changed my life forever.

He stood and yanked me to my feet. I crashed into him, and we nearly fell again.

“Fuck!” I complained.

Cueball walked over to us, only in his boxer briefs, and grabbed Ajax’s chin to look at him. “This isn’t like you, Ajax.”

Ajax scowled and shrugged him off. “What the fuck do you know, baldy?” Then he reached for me, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my neck, getting blood all over me. “Need you…”

Cueball shook his head and sighed. “I’ll leave you to it. Get me if you need help. Keep an eye on him. He may have a concussion, but the bleeding looks superficial. Heads are bleeders. ”

He rambled on about treating Ajax and getting him sober, but it was hard to focus as Ajax tried to get me naked right there in the fucking living room in front of Cueball.

“I wanna fuck you, baby.”

“Did you come all this way drunk to fuck me?”

“Yes. I was at a bar and thought how good it would feel to be inside you right now. God, I’m fucking horny.”

Ajax wobbled as he removed his jacket, tossing it to the floor. Then he pulled his T-shirt over his head and threw it somewhere. His chest had several lacerations and bruises.

I reached for him, touching a few bruises. “You need a doctor.”

He rushed at me, lifted me off my feet, and carried me to my bedroom, tripping, and we nearly fell to the floor yet again. “We’re fucking. Now. God, I need you so bad.”

“If I let you fuck me, will you let me clean your wounds?”

“Yes, yes… Now, get naked.”

I removed my shorts and underwear, confident that Ajax wouldn’t be able to get it up, anyway. I just needed to get this over with so I could fix him up and get him to sleep.

He was all paws on me, rambling, most of it incoherent, which was probably from all the drinking.

When he was sober in the morning, I’d give him a fucking earful. For now, I would give in to him and treat him afterward.

I finally found my person, and he was behaving the way I used to when I was younger, which was kind of triggering. Ajax was going to get himself killed, and I wouldn’t stand for it.

As soon as he was also undressed, he lunged at me, and we both fell onto the bed with him on top, nearly knocking the wind out of me. He flipped me over onto my stomach like a rag doll and lifted my ass.

He yanked open my nightstand drawer, pulling it all the way out, and everything crashed to the floor. He climbed over me and rummaged around to find what he was looking for.

“Where’s the lube? No matter.” He sat up, shoved my legs back, and spit on my hole, and then he spit again. Ajax didn’t ease into it, thrusting his hard dick into me. Good thing we had sex the night before, so I was pretty loose for him. Still, without lube, it stung like a bitch.

I was surprised that he could even get it up.

“Look at that cute and sexy ass.”

I fisted the sheets and let him have his way with me.

He smacked one ass cheek and then the other.

“Love my handprints on you.”

“You’re mine…”

“Need to mark you…”

“When we’re done, I’m going to fuck you again. I’m going to fuck you forever.”

There was growling, grunting, and a lot of the word ‘ fuck ’ in his rambling.

“No one else will ever have this ass.”

The sounds of smacks filled the air, along with his incessant chatter.

“I own your ass. You’ll be mine forever.”

My eyes rolled, and my toes curled when he slammed into my prostate over and over.

Fuck if I cared that he was drunk. I loved his rambling words, proving Ajax really did want me.

Suddenly, he fisted my hair and pulled my head back. “Do you understand? You’re mine forever.”

“Yes.”

“Louder.”

“Yes! I’m yours forever,” I yelled when he pulled my hair tighter.

“Damn straight, Kitten.”

“Fuck.”

“You’re so tight for me. We’re fucking all night. Forever and ever.”

Ajax just kept ranting and repeating himself over and over. Jesus. What had gotten into him? I’d never seen him drunk before.

He thrust and thrust, his mouth pressed to my ear, his fisted hand in my hair hurt, but I loved it, too. I couldn’t move at all as Ajax had full control over my body.

“I fucking love you,” he grunted in my ear.

My body froze. “Wha…? ”

“I. Love. You.”

I tried to shake my head, but I couldn’t move with him holding my head by my hair.

He didn’t mean it. He was just drunk.

Right?

“Say it back!” he yelled, slamming hard into my ass.

I shook my head again.

I couldn’t.

I wasn’t ready.

I didn’t want to.

Maybe I did feel that way, but I wasn’t about to tell him. Not now. Not yet. Maybe never.

“Tell me you love me.”

My eyes watered as Ajax continued to abuse my hole with his dick while abusing my soul with his words. Before I could panic, hot cum filled me, and Ajax pulled out and fell on top of me.

“Fuck, yeah…” he groaned, rolling off me.

I sat up, wincing at the soreness and the cum leaking out of me. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up now. I’ll give you some water, and we can sleep.”

Ajax yanked me on top of him. “No sleep. I’m not tired yet. Give me a minute to rest, and I’ll be ready again.”

“No.”

He tried to pull me into a kiss, but I yanked myself away and fisted his hair like he always did with me. “We’re going in that fucking bathroom, where you’re going to sit on the toilet, and let me clean you up. Then, you’re going to drink water and go to sleep. Is that under- fucking -stood?”

He tried to paw at me again, but I moved back, still holding his hair.

“I love it when you get bossy, baby,” he said, smirking.

I held back my smile and scowled at him. “Up.”

Ajax sat up and followed me into the bathroom, muttering something I couldn’t understand. I flipped on the light, and we were both blinded for a second, squinting until our eyes adjusted.

“Sit,” I ordered.

Ajax paced in the small area, fidgety and looking flighty as hell .

“Goddammit, Ajax… sit!”

He finally sat on the toilet lid with a huff, and I lifted his hair to look at the wound. Cueball was right. It looked superficial, like a scrape rather than a gouge.

“How fast were you driving?”

He shrugged, bouncing his leg rapidly.

“Where’s your bike again?”

He shrugged again. “In a ditch somewhere.”

As I cleaned away the dried blood from his face, his fingers walked up my chest and tweaked my nipple.

I smacked his hand away. “Stop!”

“When are you going to get piercings? You need more. They look so good on you. I’ll go with you. Maybe I’ll get some, too. Would you like piercings on me?”

I snorted a laugh and shook my head. “Sure, you can get some piercings.”

“Let’s go for a ride.”

Jesus. How hard did he hit his head?

“Jaxon, you crashed your bike.”

“Oh…. yeah.” He grabbed at me again, and I fell into his lap. “I love it when you call me Jaxon. I love you.” Ajax pressed his face to my neck and nipped the skin, but I pushed him back. All this talk of love was making me fucking uncomfortable and itchy.

“I’m not ready to address strong feelings right now,” I said.

“Come on, baby… tell me.”

“Dammit, Ajax!”

He literally pouted, with his full lower lip sticking out. “Don’t you love me?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose and took deep breaths, trying not to panic. While I wanted love, it was also terrifying. The last time I felt that way, it had shattered me.

“How about you sleep off this alcohol first, and then we can see how you feel in the morning?”

Regardless, I wasn’t ready for this. I had strong feelings, too, but I held them back under lock and chain .

“But I’m not tired. You know what we should do?”

I climbed off his lap and continued to clean his face. “Sleep?”

He snorted a laugh. “Noooo… Wanna get high? We should go find some drugs. God, I just wanna fly. Say… you sell drugs, right? Got anything good?”

After my shit as a teen, I still drank and maybe puffed on some weed, but I didn’t do hardcore shit or get trashed. My stepfather beat that shit right out of me, and I craved that direction.

“Are you insane? We’re not doing drugs. You don’t even do drugs except for weed. Besides, you were pissed when you found out I sold.” I folded my arms and frowned at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? This isn’t just you being drunk. Did you take drugs already?”

He thought for a moment, his knee still bouncing. “I… don’t think so. Maybe? I don’t know.”

I grabbed his face and looked into his eyes, which were wide and bouncing as much as his knee, but his pupils looked okay. Shit. He better not have after that fucking lecture about me selling them.

A sudden bitter taste formed in my mouth. That was the reason Ajax told me he loved me. He was fucking high.

Then, an idea hit me. Maybe I shouldn’t give him one after he’d been drinking, but he needed to calm the fuck down. Neither of us was going to get any sleep at this rate.

“I might have something for you.”

Ajax rubbed his hands like some greedy supervillain. “Sweet! This’ll be fun.”

I rolled my eyes and led him to my bedroom. “Sit. Stay.”

I headed to the kitchen and poured Ajax a large glass of water. Then, I went back to my room to find him pawing through my drawers. I rolled my eyes again and opened my closet door to pull out a shoebox containing the drugs I was supposed to sell but hadn’t yet.

After grabbing an Ambien and putting the box back into the closet, I handed Ajax the pill and glass of water. “Take this. You’ll feel so much better.”

He grinned, popped the pill into his mouth without hesitation, and washed it down. To wait for the sleeping pill to kick in and keep him from being an erratic nutjob, I gave him a blow job as a distraction. Crazy how he could get it up again.

Finally, the pill took effect, and he passed out, clinging to me in a fitful sleep.

I’d been so tired that I hadn’t even woken up when Ajax left.

Fuck, I was exhausted, and my ass hurt like hell. What a night.

But then the worry hit me. Where did he go? Why’d he leave? Why didn’t he tell me he was going?

Honestly, I was a little peeved after his rambling about how much he loved me, then to just fucking leave without a word as if we’d just had some one-night stand.

As much as I itched to see him, I cleaned up the mess from last night, showered, brushed my teeth, and made some coffee.

I texted him a few times with no response. Then, my worry got the better of me, and I called him, but it went straight to voicemail.

“Godfuckingdammit!”

By late afternoon, I gave up and headed over to his place, now filled with more panic than worry.