Beneath the Surface

Lexie

November 21, 2011

It’s Saturday night and Jason and Justin are leaving soon to spend the night with one of their new friends. I’m going to have the house to myself tonight and considered asking Carson to sleep on the couch but I refuse to do that. He can’t keep putting his life on hold to run to my house every time. I’m scared. Hell I might as well move him into one of the guest rooms if I was going to do that. I’m scared all the time. I’m barely sleeping since the night my stalker got in the house. I had finally started feeling safe here and sleeping well until that night. Now I wake at every creak the house makes. My nightmares aren’t coming once a week like they were, now they’re multiple times a week. I know it’s because he was here and I know he’s close by somewhere watching. The only time I feel safe anymore is when I’m with one of the guys. I know nothing will happen to me as long as they’re around.

Shawn called me this morning and said him and Tyler are coming down tomorrow evening. They want to check out the new security system themselves and I know they’re wanting to see how I’m holding up instead of just taking my word for it. Shawn also said he wanted to talk to me about something. I’m worried about what he wants to talk to me about. Why can’t he tell me over the phone? What could he have to tell me that warrants a face to face conversation?

I walk through the house picking stuff up while the boys pack their bags for their sleepover. The doorbell rings before I even make it to the steps. Jax is standing on my porch when I look out the window next to the door. Jesus the man is too good looking for his own good, or for the good of women he comes in contact with, since he doesn’t seem to like women for some reason. I deactivate the alarm and let him in.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

He shoves his hands deep in his pockets and looks nervous as hell, “Do you think maybe we can talk?”Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Okay he has my attention. What could he want to talk about that has him acting so nervous? “Yeah sure, does it need to be private or is it not a big deal if the boys might overhear? They’re leaving in about thirty minutes to spend the night with a friend. If you want we can talk now, or you can have a drink or something and we can wait for the boys to leave.”

“I’ll wait for the boys to leave if you don’t mind.”

“That’s fine with me. Go on into the kitchen and help yourself to whatever you want. I’ve got to run this stuff up to the boy’s room. I’ll be back in just a minute.” He nods and walks into the kitchen as I jog up the stairs.

I come back into the kitchen a minute later, grab a soda and sit across from him. “I must admit you’ve got me curious.” He raises an eyebrow in question. “You’ve never sought me out to talk before, Jax. In fact you normally avoid me as much as possible. I can’t help but wonder what’s going on that you’re here now.”

He actually looks a little ashamed, “Yeah I’m sorry about that. I’m not usually so rude. I’ll explain everything after the boys leave.” I nod my head and we sit in silence.

A little while later the doorbell rings again. Their friend’s mom is here to pick them up. They boys come running down the stairs. “Hey Jax, Bye Jax.” Justin yells as he runs by. Jason actually come to give Jax a hug, “I’m sorry about locking you in the basement. I like you and I didn’t want to do it, but you were mean to mom, so I had to.” Jax hugs him back and smiles down at him, “It’s OK. Buddy, just don’t do it again OK?” Jason nods and runs after his brother.

Once I greet their mother and the get the boys out the door I stand at the door for a minute trying to figure out what Jax might want to talk about. I wouldn’t be so worried if he hadn’t acted like he was nervous to tell me. On top of that, we are now alone in the house together. I need to collect myself, and make sure I have myself under control so I don’t end up staring at him and embarrassing myself again. I turn and walk back towards the kitchen. Right as I’m about to walk into the kitchen Jax walks out and I slam into his chest. He wraps his arms around me to keep me from falling on my ass. I stand there for a second, startled, damn where did he come from? As I look up to apologize for slamming into him I realize my mistake. Looking at his face while in his arms was not a good idea! Desire slams into me, and I take a deep breathe to try to calm my body’s reaction to him. Just as I’m about to take a step back out of his arms, before I do something stupid, his lips crash down onto mine.

I push closer to him, and move my arms around his head. His tongue runs along my lips asking for me to open, I do. Dear lord this man can kiss! I sink into his chest as I pull his hair, and he lets out a growl from deep in his chest. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him just like last time only this time I’m wearing a little cotton skirt, and feel his erection press against my panties as my skirt hikes up around my hips. I involuntarily start to rock my hips against him and he growls again before heading for the stairs. When he gets to the landing at the top I point to my door and he heads straight for it never breaking the kiss, but we don’t make it there. He presses me up against the wall in the hall, and slips a finger inside my panties and slides it through my folds.

He tears his mouth from mine, “Jesus Christ your wet.” I moan as my head falls back against the wall exposing my neck to him, and he takes advantage of it by kissing a path from my collar bone to that sweet spot just below my ear. He pushes a finger into me and then another and I moan louder this time. I use his hair to pull his mouth back to mine. I have no control over my actions right now, I don’t know what we’re thinking, or what will happen when this is over all I know is I need this man. NOW! “Are you sure about this Lex?”

I nod my head, “absolutely, hurry up. Please.” Oh Jesus Christ now I’m begging. He lifts me a little higher on the wall and I hear his zipper opening, and almost moan again knowing this is finally about to happen.