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With a mischievous grin, he crawls up to me again, sucking my bottom lip between his own as his hand roams over the curve of my hip and up toward my ribs. “You don’t even know the fucking half of it.”
Jax
My mind reels as I lay here with Nora beneath me. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I get to touch her like this. That I get to fuck her like this.
I wasn't kidding when I told her I'd imagined it for years. I've been stuck on this woman since before I can remember, and she never knew. I was good at keeping my feelings under wraps, though, because I knew how she felt about Luca and River. Those two assholes don’t deserve Nora. They don’t deserve the gallons of tears she cried for them over the years after she left.
They’re not bad guys, to be honest. I won’t lie about that, but I still don’t think they ever appreciated what they had right in front of them. I always knew River had a thing for Nora despite the rotation of girlfriends he had over the years. And Luca was panting over her since we were twelve, so how she never knew it is a mystery to us all.
I never held it against her that she was in love with someone else as long as I was her best friend, the one she could run to when she needed a shoulder to cry on. I wanted to be the one she felt safe with, and who she could rely on no matter what happened in her life, and for so long I've been that for her.
My feelings changed when we were fourteen and Nora suddenly started looking more mature and less like a kid. She’d grown out her long, blonde hair and her curves had come in that summer. I started to notice little things about her that never occurred to me before, and ever since, I’ve been fucking gone for her. I’ve tried to have girlfriends and fuck her out of my head but it never works. Every woman I have under me wears her face, and every moan in my ear has her voice.
Nora has no idea that this trip to California is just the beginning. Now that I know she feels the same way about me, there’s no going back to how things were before. There’s no way in hell I'm going back to New York now that I've tasted her.
Nora
We get back to the house late. It’s quiet as the two of us creep through the foyer and to the back of the house. Jax pecks me on the lips lightly before disappearing into the guest room ready to pass out for the night. A small smile stretches my lips, but I can’t stop my eyes from flickering to Luca’s closed bedroom door.
As I return to my bedroom, my brain is a jumbled mess of snapshots and replays of what just happened with Jax tonight. My body is lethargic, relaxed, and utterly sated as I strip off my clothes and make my way to the shower. I sigh contentedly as hot water cascades over my sweat-dried skin that smells like Jax’s aftershave. But when I close my eyes, I can almost picture him here with me, kissing his way down the length of my neck and wrapping his arms around me until nothing separates us.
Another pair of phantom hands snake over my hips, fingers kneading and caressing my tired muscles. I lean against the shower wall with my eyes shut tight and head tipped back beneath the spray. Multiple pairs of lips nip and lick at me all over, the sensations blending together in perfect harmony. Suddenly, I imagine all three of them here with me, wondering what they would feel like if they worked in unison.
Am I crazy? I feel crazy. I feel like I'm not myself. Like some other Nora is taking over, but not in a bad way.
My fingers gently coast downward, reaching the apex of my thighs. Rubbing tiny circles over my swollen center as my breathing picks up until I’m panting. Heat floods my thighs, all the way up to my stomach and my muscles tighten and clench. Idly, I’m hoping that the small moans I’m no doubt letting slip through parted lips aren’t filtering through the wall and into Jax’s room.
My fingers speed up and my thighs part, bracing myself against the tiled wall. Groaning and panting, I can feel my orgasm coming faster now. Lips suck at my breast and teeth nip at my thighs while expert hands drag their thick, sure fingers over my back and down to my ass. I’m caged in and at their mercy...lights explode behind my eyelids, but something blocks me. My eyes pop open and my hands stop moving abruptly. Cooling water rains over me, washing away the ecstasy that coursed through my body. Guilt replaces the feeling, because just now, in the height of pleasure...I couldn’t figure out who’s name to call out.
After drying off, I change into a pair of black joggers and a loose Nirvana t-shirt with a light sweater over the top. I take the time to let my hair dry, flicking through my social media apps absently until I get restless. I slip on my shoes before sneaking out of my bedroom and shutting the door behind me with a soft click.
I make my way to the garage, flicking on the small light hanging from a chain in the center of the room. There’s a staircase to my right that I know leads to an upper deck of the house that you can only see from the front driveway.
At the top of the stairs, I crack open the door and let myself onto the deck where the moon is the only illumination lighting up the cramped space that overlooks the crashing waves and endless expanse of the Pacific ocean. There’s nothing obscuring my view of the sandy beach and the blanket of stars that expands out for infinity.
A throat clears, making me jump with a small yelp. “Holy shit!” My hands fly to my chest as I take in a dark figure lazing back on a deck chair. Small puffs of smoke swirl from his full lips and the glowing tip of a lit cigarette illuminates strong fingers clenched around the shaft. “You scared the crap out of me.”
A bitter laugh rumbles out, and the figure leans forward, allowing moonlight to reveal a very bemused Luca, staring at my face with glittering dark eyes that never fail to make my heart do backflips. “This is my house,” he drawls. “I’m not the one slinking around in the dark.” Beside him is his acoustic guitar. It rests against the lounge chair he’s sitting on, and I wonder how long he’s been out here and if he’d been playing it.
“I wasn’t slinking,” I say as my cheeks flush. Shifting from foot to foot, the door closes behind me, so I try to casually lean against it, but to the trained eye, it’s obvious how tense I am. I should turn around right now and go back to my room. Luca clearly wants to be alone up here.
“Sure you weren't.” He winks before taking another drag. The smoke hits my face and I turn away, waving my hand in the air.
That’s not a cigarette,I muse. “Didn’t take you for a stoner, Luc.” I smirk with false bravado. Not that I care what he does or does not smoke.
His face hardens just a little, but he doesn't lose the gleam in his eye. “A lot has changed since you’ve been away,” he clips and I flinch. “I’m not the same person anymore.”
Running my eyes over the scrawling mural of tattoos that cover his skin and the muscles they envelop, I have to swallow thickly. No, he’s definitely not the same Luca I left behind. I let that statement hang between us, knowing that the longer I stay quiet, the more time he’ll have to remember that he hates me.
“Well, are you gonna sit, or what?” He motions to the lounge chair not three feet from his own. My body tenses. I don’t want to fall for that soft voice again. I don’t want him to lull me into safety and contentment just for him to pull the rug out from beneath me again. I don’t think my heart can physically withstand any more damage. “I’m offering you a temporary truce, so just take it,” he grumbles. “Besides, I’mwaytoo high to give a shit about your feelings right now.” He gestures to the seat again. “This is your chance, Nor. Sit down and take a load off.”
My feet move before I command them to. The lounge chair creaks under my weight as I lean back and tilt my head up to the stars. I’m tense, all too aware that Luca’s eyes are pinned to me, glassy and glittering. I want to fidget, but I don’t. I just let my chest expand and contract heavily as I breathe in gulps of night air.
The stars are beautiful tonight now that the rain is starting to pass. The smell of it still lingers in the air, as does the wind chill, but after getting hot and sweaty in the studio, it feels amazing. New York has nothing on this place. Back there, I could never see the stars with all of the light pollution, spotlights, and smog. It’s peaceful here with the gulls in the background and the song of the crashing waves.
“Really brings you back, doesn’t it?” he drawls lazily, lighting up another joint. “I wonder if it’s all that brought you back…”
I sigh in irritation. “Can we not do this right now? I thought you called a truce tonight.”
