Chapter 40: The only one

Jaxon's POV:

Adrenaline was a funny thing. I was well used to experiencing the thrill of it on the ice, but this was the first time I'd ever gotten such a heavy solid dose of the stuff just from sniffing Laura's scent off my jacket.

Shit, this was crazy!

I crumpled the jacket across the steering wheel and somehow managed to keep my eyes on the road, without hitting anything or running off it— which was a big miracle, considering her distracted I was.

Today was nothing like my usual one, first Laura smiled at me, not just once but three good times in a row. Unbelievable! And then she agreed to a ride and even didn't even protest when I forced her for a work, held her hands and even covered her with my Jacket. I had to be rolling in so much luck today.

My blood was throbbing up through the veins on my hands, pumping at an even more alarming speed than I was driving through my heart.

Even though today, had started on a bad note, with Evan showing up and all that. This end was more than a great payoff. Although now, all the energy was channelled towards one place.

My pants!

I was hard and stiff, and if I didn't know where the handbrake was beforehand, I'd reached for it a long time ago.

Christ!

I finally managed to maneuver the car in to my garage and jumped out before I could pull out the key, and jogged all the way to the living room door, where I pulled at the knob and it came loose at once.

Shit, upstairs..

I darted for the stairs when something soft collided with me from behind, long fair hands snaked round me pulling me into a tight hug and dragging me back to living room door, which clicked behind us.

I whirled around, breaking free from the hug. “Huh! Evan?” I called in a startled voice.

The chemicals were wearing off now, thank God!

I pushed her back, my intellect conquering whatever lizard brain had taken over me before now.

“No, please.” She held on, clinging to me. My hands forcefully brushed her breast in an attempt to push her away, but surprisingly instead of pulling it back. I grabbed the mounds firmly in my hands and she leaned in. Moaning softly, as I stroke her bare breast from the clothe.

fuck!

Out if sheer impulse and need, I reached for her and she dove for me. Our lips met before I could even say Jack Robinson. I pinned her to the door and kissed her. Hard, hungry and desperate. Invading all the empty crevices in her mouth and relinquishing in the smooth feel of her tongue against mine, ramming in to each other.

Everything I wanted to do to Laura, suddenly flooded my mine and I pulled back. I couldn't do this

I pushed her away. “Sorry.”

“What are you sorry for exactly?” She asked in a low voice, watching me closely.

I shook my head. “Just forget this happened.” I dismissed her.

“No, Jaxon. I wouldn't. I want you.” She drew closer, conjuring and imaginary circle over my chest. Tingling the last surge of adrenaline pumping through my whole body, in the process. Her other hand pulled me closer, closing the gap between us.

“I need you, please.”

For a long time, we stood there. Just like that, how hands working magic on my chest, why I was battling if I should or shouldn't.

Did I want to do this? Yes, of course I wanted to.

But the problem was, did I want to do this with her? No, I didn't want to, Never.

Evan was manipulative and cunning as the devil herself. Who knew if she had a camera starched away somewhere, recording us.

Nah, I wasn't going to take that risk. I was about turning away, when she lunged forward, taking the initiative to kiss me. Her lips forcefully fighting it's way into my mouth, dangerously searching and tasting everything in them.

I temporary shelved the thought of backing down. Not now, not when she was kissing me so good.

I pulled her closer and lifted her to hug my body, which she joyfully did, wrapping her legs round my waist, while her lips were working wonders on mine. We stumbled towards the nearest couch and collapsed on it.

She hovered over me, I supported her waist with one hand, while pushing my hips in to hers. She groaned inro my mouth and pushed back, using her arms and legs to pull me closer.

I shifted forward, desperate to press my dick against anything and find some fucking relief.

“Ow.” Came the soft whimper.

Lifting my head, I groaned as need made my muscles tremble and I tried to suck in enough oxygen into my lungs to get my brain functioning again.

What the hell were we doing? Christ!

I pushed her off me, ignoring her silent protests.

I stood up from the couch and straightened up. She came with me, clinging to me like a limpet.

“Stay off Evan.” I growled a warning.

“Why?” She asked in a low, sexy voice.

I tried to make some space between us. While still holding on to the jacket I hadn't dropped firmly and waving it in her face, as though it had all the reasons labeled to them.

Reasons why we shouldn't be smooching on my couch at 9pm.

Reasons why she was even at my house at that time.

She stared at the jacket, then at me, puzzled and confused.

“We are no longer a couple.” I blurted out, when it seemed she wasn't getting the hint.

“And you're not seeing anyone” She stated, crossing her hands across her chest. “This isn't wrong, except you are…”

Her next words trailed off, as she narrowed her eyes and stared at me with the unasked half of the question.

“I don't need to tell you that.” I snapped and turned away from her, before she could do anything else. I darted for the stairs, and thundered on it, taking two at a time. without much as looking back at her.

Evan was a past already. There was no need looking back to her. The only thing I hoped and longed for was here with me, trapped in this jacket that I was holding. I didn't need anything else.

I pushed my bedroom door open and carefully locked it behind me once I was in. I threw the jacket to the bed and reached over my shoulders to grab a fistful of my shirt and yanked it off over my head.

Same went for my loafers and trousers. As I walked in to the ensuite bathroom I entered with only my briefs on, and my hard groin straightened out against it, pulsing with blood and need.

Fuck, I needed Laura. Wanted her. Not just any other girl. Not just any other person. She was just the one. fucking. Person. I needed.

The only one person I needed this much. Just her!

I turned on the faucet, and cold rushed out of the shower head and poured all over my naked torso.