Torn (28 page)

Barb and I hopped in her Jeep and took off as
Jaxon stood in the driveway, arms crossed over his massive chest.
“Oh he’s gonna be a ball of fun later.”

Barb threw her head back and cackled. “Your
ass is gonna be sore.”

Just before we got out of the Jeep I flipped
the visor down to check my lipstick. Lightly, I trailed my fingers
along the scar. As if she could read my mind, Barb nudged me. “I
don’t even notice anymore. Your crazy-ass hair hides it pretty
well.”

Shaking my head, I sighed and let it go.

We ate entirely too much sushi and had too
much apple sake. By the time we left for Wet Willie’s amazing wall
of adult beverages, we were feeling good. We decided to walk the
three blocks over to the bar, thinking the fresh air would cool the
sake burning a hole in my stomach. Not so much.

After paying the cover, we discovered it was
karaoke night. “Hell yeah. We are totally singing.”

“No way, Barb, we are not singing. There’s
not enough alcohol in the building to get my ass up there.”

Walking up to the bar, we found two stools
that had recently been vacated. We sat and ordered. “I’ll have a
Bahama Mama and she’s having a Sex on The Beach.”

A sexy, deep voice from behind us startled
me. “I can help her with sex on a beach.”

Barb and I turned. We were face to face with
Brody’s friend Damon. “Oh shit.” Barb whipped back around to face
the bar.

“Hey, Damon, how are you?” I smiled
merrily.

“Leila, hey…” he said with a little shock.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize that was you.”

“This is Barb.” I elbowed her in the side,
causing her to turn around. “Barb, this is Damon, Brody’s
friend.”

Smiling, she nodded. “Hey, nice to meet you.
If you don’t mind, we were just having a girls’ night. See ya.” She
turned back around and sipped her frozen drink.

“Okay… See y’all later,” he said, clearly
baffled.

“Sorry,” I muttered as he walked away. “What
is wrong with you?” I pinched the back of her arm.

“Oww, you bitch, that hurt.” She rubbed her
arm. “Tonight is about us. No guys. We are supposed to be trying to
get you drunk enough to sing.”

“No freaking way. I already said that’s not
happening. I can’t sing.” Grabbing my drink, I slurped the
amazingly yummy frozen concoction through the tie-dyed straw.
“Damn, that’s good. How’s yours?”

“Fucking delicious.”

After those tasty beverages we made the first
mistake of the night: We ordered a Call a Cab and Attitude
Adjustment. Holy Mother of God. Grain alcohol was no joke and it
made you stupid. Yep, we ordered another one after those.

By eleven p.m. Barb and I were both up in
front of the microphones screeching out
Push
It
by Salt n Pepa, dancing around and making inappropriate
gestures at each other. It was hilarious and the most fun I had in
a long time. Until it happened.

As we were walking back to the bar, laughing
and teasing each other, Barb’s jaw dropped open and eyes widened.
“Lei, we have to leave. Right now.”

“What the hell?”

“Look down.” She nodded toward my chest.

Oh. My. God. Immediately, I crossed my arms
over my boobs and ran to the bathroom with Barb on my six. I cannot
believe my boobs leaked through the damn breast pads.

“Go pay the tab and I will be right behind
you. I will meet you out front.” Grabbing a bunch of napkins, I
tried hopelessly to dry the baseball-size wet spots on the front of
my dress.

“Use the hand drier.” Barb laughed.

“I’m glad you think this is funny. Ugh.”
Shaking my head, I stomped over to the high- powered hand drier and
knelt on the floor. “I cannot believe I am doing this. Go pay the
damn tab so we can get the hell out of here.”

“Yeah, okay.” Barb took her drunk, cackling
ass back out to pay our bill.

Just as she left, some barely
twenty-one-year-old stumbled in. “What the hell?”

“My tits are leaking if you must know,” I
sighed in humiliation.

“Ooooh, you just had a baby,” she slurred as
she gushed. “I just love babies—” She was abruptly cut short by
vomit. Thank God, I stood up and moved when I did. She puked all
over the trashcan.

As a nurse, I should have stayed and helped
her. However, tonight I was a drunk, new mom and I just hauled ass
out of there. Don’t judge me, that shit smelled awful.

Shouldering my way through the crowd, I
prayed to all things holy I didn’t see anyone I knew. I made it
safely to the bar where Barb was waiting to rush us out of there.
Once we got through the door I was met by the stagnate, humid June
air of Charleston.

Fuck. There was no way we could drive.

“Barb, we have to walk back to the Jeep and
call someone to come get us,” I giggled as I looped my arm around
her tiny waist.

“Oh fuck no, we’ll never hear the end of this
shit. No way we can call Jax. He’ll never let you out with me
again.” Stumbling down the sidewalk back toward Shi Ki’s, she
pulled her phone out of her pocket. “I’m callin’ Drake… Fucker,
answer your phone. Ugh, no answer. Drew. I’m callin’ Drew… Please
answer.
Drew,
” she shrieked. “I need you to
come get us…. Me and Lei. Yes, now. Just come get us we are at Shi
Ki. I don’t care if you were in bed. Get up, assclown, and
come get us
.”

“Barb, just call Jaxon.” Letting go of her, I
pulled out my phone to call Jax.

“Drew’s on his way.” Smiling, she seemed
quite proud of herself. “He’s pickin’ us up at the restaurant.”

“Oh thank God, I really didn’t want to call
Jax.” As dramatically as I could, I let my shoulders sag and my
head fall back.

Ten minutes later, Barb and I were lying back
in the front seats of her Jeep Wrangler when I heard the voice of
one highly pissed-off fiancé. “Let’s go, ya drunks.”

.“Oh fuck me.” My head shot up and I looked
back to see my brother and Jaxon, arms crossed and jaws set. Jax
walked up to the passenger side, opened the door, and pulled me
out.

“Where are your shoes? And why is your top
all wet?” He sounded really annoyed to be carrying my drunk ass
home at midnight on a Tuesday.

Sitting up too fast, I hit my head on the
oh-shit bar above the glove box. “Fuck… Down here.” I grabbed my
heels while rubbing my head. “I’ll explain later about my top.”

“You can explain now, Leila,” he
demanded.

“Really, Jax? Can’t you just wait ’til we’re
in the car?” I said, slipping my shoes on my feet.

“Now, Leila.”

“Ughhh, ya know you’re a real jerk. My boobs
are leaking, asshole. There, are you happy now?” I pushed him away
from me and walked to our SUV.

“Gross, Lei.” Drew wrinkled his nose.
“Couldn’t you have just waited, man? I didn’t need to know that
shit.” He stood at the back of the Jeep and hollered to Barb, “Move
over, I’m takin’ you home, drunk ass.”

“Call me tomorrow, hooker,” Barb managed as
she fell into the passenger seat from the driver side.

“Will do, bitch.” I sat in our front seat
with the window down. “Don’t sleep with my brother.”

“Gross, why would you say that?” Barb
shrieked in horror.

Jaxon climbed into the driver seat and backed
out of the parking lot. “I can’t believe you didn’t call me, babe.
Why?” He sounded hurt.

“I don’t know, I didn’t want you to be mad at
Barb. Or me for that matter. I thought Drew could just pick us up
and drop me off.” As I spoke it dawned on me.
I’m
so kicking my brother’s ass for calling Jax.

“I’m not mad. I just wish you would have
called me.”

We drove in silence for a few minutes before
he reached over and rubbed his hand up and down my thigh. “Did
y’all have fun?”

Smiling at the memory of drunk karaoke, I
answered, “We did.”

That was the last thing I remembered until I
felt him undo my seatbelt and pick me up out of the car. “Don’t
puke on me, Lei.”

“I’m not that drunk, Jax,” mumbling, I
wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “I can
walk.”

He put me down between the Hellcat and the
Escalade. “You sure you’re not that drunk? ’Cause you passed out in
the car.”

Taking a second before answering, I looked
him up and down. He was dressed in a tight black Harley t-shirt
that displayed his taut chest and ripped-up old jeans that hung
from his sexy ass. “I fell asleep.” I took a step closer so my
breasts were pressed against his abs then slowly and seductively
said, “And I’m not
that
drunk.”

Eyeing me carefully he asked, “Is that
so?”

Biting down on my bottom lip, I cocked my
head to the side then grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him
to the hood of the Challenger. “How about I prove it?”

“Fuck yeah.” He ripped his shirt over his
head as I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his belt. He quickly
unzipped and pulled out his beautiful, swollen cock. Wrapping my
hand around him, I wet my lips then licked all the way around the
thick tip. As I eased him into my mouth, he let out a deep moan. As
I sucked and swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, he
slipped his hands into my hair and started pumping his hips in
rhythm. With no warning he pulled back, lifted me off my feet, and
dropped me on the hood of the car. He shoved my dress up and ripped
my thong from my body. “I’ll buy you another.”

At that point the only thing I cared about
was having him inside me. Filling me, stretching me, and making me
scream his name. “Fuck me, Jax.”

He stepped forward, stroking himself as he
reached out and rubbed his thumb across my clit, sending a jolt
through my body. Slipping two fingers into my pussy, his hand
slipped up and down his hard cock as he finger-fucked me. “Tell me
what you want.”

“Oh God.” I threw my head back and moaned. “I
want your fuckin’ cock. Now.” Moving his hand, he slammed into my
dripping wet pussy. “Oh fuck.”

On the hood of my precious Hellcat, Jaxon
fucked me until I moaned his name with the second orgasm. Then he
pulled out and bent me over the hood. He slipped two fingers in my
pussy then I felt his thumb pushing at my ass. We had tried a
couple of times, but he’s so large I could never handle all of him.
“Go slow,” I whispered.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” I tried to relax my muscles as he
worked one, then two fingers, into me. He pulled his cock out of my
pussy and slowly pushed the tip of his dick into my ass as he
rubbed my clit. Immediately, I tensed at the burning sensation but
tried to push past the pain and relax. Once he was all the way in
the burning stopped and the impending orgasm became more intense
than ever before. His thrusts were slow at first, allowing me time
to get used to the sensation. As he picked up the pace, I started
to moan my desire. “Oh God, Jax. Faster, fuck me faster.”

He slammed into me harder and faster until I
came so hard I actually saw white bursts of light and I screamed
his name with what little voice I had left. “Don’t move, babe, I’m
coming. Oh fuck. God, you feel so fuckin’ good. Oh fuck, Lei. I
wanna come all over your ass.”

Pulling his cock out, I looked back as he
jerked himself off. Goddamn, it was so fucking hot to watch him get
himself off. With a grunt, thick white ribbons of come shot all
over my ass. The second the last spurt hit my back he shoved his
still-hard cock back into me and pumped a few more times. “Holy
fuck, babe, that was fucking amazing.”

Panting, he pulled out and zipped up. “Let me
grab something to clean you up.”

He walked toward the workbench as I stood
bent over the hood of a beautiful car, dressed hiked up, ass out,
and still in my heels. “You are so fuckin’ sexy.”

“I can’t wait to get you in the house and
fuck you again,” I purred as he wiped the come from my back and
ass.

“You’re a fuckin’ dream come true, babe.
Goddamn, I love you.”

“I love you too, Jax. Now take me
inside.”

Seven Months Later —Leila

Jaxon and I decided we wanted to have a
small wedding on a private beach. Only family and close friends. We
kept the guest list to under fifty people, which was harder than
you’d think.

Brody insisted we get married at his beach
house in North Caicos on Parrot Cay. It was secluded and perfect.
Jaxon was a little bothered by the idea at first, not wanting Brody
to have the ability to crush my dream wedding. I assured him Brody
wouldn’t do that.

Thankfully, I was right.

On Saturday, September 12th, in front of our
daughter, family, and friends, on a white sandy beach with
crystal-clear water in the background, I married the love of my
life. He wore a white button-down shirt, un-tucked with the sleeves
rolled, and a pair of vintage faded blue jeans. Pure Jaxon.

I wore a simple, yet elegant white silk
wedding dress. It was a gorgeous A-line with an open back with
crisscrossing straps and deep V neckline. We were both barefoot.
After the ceremony, we danced under the stars to Thomas Rhett’s
“Die a Happy Man.”

The next day all of our guests departed,
including Brody and Lillian. He was getting a chance to spend a
full week with her, uninterrupted. Jane was on cloud nine.

Jaxon and I spent a week in paradise. Just
the two of us.

*****

Christmas morning our house was overrun with
guests. Since it was Lillian’s first Christmas, Jaxon’s parents
were staying with us. They wanted to be here when she opened her
presents.

Drew, Barb, Drake, and Sierra were all here
by eight a.m. Brody and Jane, however, arrived with Santa the night
before. Since I went back to work, we all thought it would be a
good idea for him to have a key and the code to the security
system. Things really had changed.

A few months ago, Drew happened to stop by
during the day while I was asleep and met Sierra. He was smitten
and she didn’t want to give him the time of day, claiming her life
was too chaotic with school and watching Lil.