My body stills as he leans down and gives me a soft gentle kiss on the lips.
“Goodnight, Stella,” he whispers, the heat of his breath tickling my lips. “I can’t wait to see you in the morning.”
I head over to my room as he lies down on my couch. My head is spinning as I close the door and lean on it, cursing myself for not inviting him in.
My pussy is howling with need. She’s an angry pulsing beast who wants to invite Jaxon in and devour him whole.
I drop onto the bed and have the worst, most fitful sleep I’ve ever had.
Until something wakes me…
Chapter Six
Stella
The bad dream wakes me up with a start. I fly up into a seated position as I clutch the blankets to my pounding heart.
Tears are streaming down my cheeks and I let out a sob as the memory of the nightmare replays in my mind.
The men. The Outlaws. They had burst into my room and I was powerless to stop them.
“It’s just a dream,” I whisper to myself. “Just a dream.”
The tears stop as I run my hands through my hair and look around. My room is exactly how it was when I fell asleep. The window closed, the door opened a crack, my clothes from the day draped over the chair like usual.
Jaxon sleeping in the other room…
Knowing he’s here makes me feel instantly better. Instantly safer.
And suddenly, he’s at the door, pushing it open.
“Stella?” he whispers in his deep soothing voice. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I say, my voice trailing away when I see what he’s wearing, which isn’t much. He’s standing in the crack of my door, wearing nothing but a pair of tight black boxer briefs that are clinging tightly around his muscular thighs.
The light over the stove is on and the warm glow is washing over his hard sculpted body. I can see every deep curve of his abs, the broad scope of his powerful chest, his arms, good lord, his arms…
My thirsty eyes travel down to his pelvis with the mouthwatering V that looks like it was etched into stone by a master artist plunging into his boxer briefs. The large bulge in his underwear sends the throbbing pulse returning between my legs with a vengeance.
“I heard crying,” he says in a low voice as he steps into the room.
I take the blankets and hold them up to my chest. I’m wearing an old Blink-182 t-shirt and a pair of underwear. Nothing I would want him to see me in. I don’t have any nice pajamas since I never have men sleeping over.
“I just had a bad dream. I’m okay.”
He runs a hand through his long blond hair as he looks at me. My eyes dart to his big round tricep and then slide down to his back muscles that are visible from the front.
“Was it The Outlaws?”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “It’s okay now. You’re here.”
He walks over and sits on the foot of the bed, watching me. “That’s right I am. And I’m not going anywhere. So, if those fuckers show up in your dreams again, you dream of me walking in and kicking their asses for even daring to look at you.”
I smile as my body heats up and my nipples harden. I’ve never had a man on my bed before and I’m not prepared for how much I want him to stay.
“How’s the couch?” I ask after a long moment has passed. “Not too short, I hope?”
“It’s perfect,” he says as he flashes me a devastating smile. “Although, I think I’m a bit too long.”
“You can stay here.” The words are out before I’ve processed them. Before I’ve analyzed them a million times to be sure that Jaxon sleeping in my bed is a good idea.
He raises an eyebrow as he turns to me. “Are you sure, Stella? It’s going to happen eventually. I’m sure of that. But once I get into that bed with you, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from doing all the things that have been running through my mind all day.”
“I don’t want you to stop yourself,” I say. Man, the words just keep flying out of me tonight. Who put my vagina in charge?
“I thought you weren’t going to give it up after knowing a guy for only one day?”
“Well, it’s after midnight, so technically it’s been two days.”
He gives me that sexy grin as he stands up and walks over to my side of the bed. “That’s good enough for me.”
I scoot over and he comes under the blankets. My heart is going haywire. I’m flustered and full of excited nerves as he slides next to me, wrapping his big arms around my body. I moan as he pulls me against his big warm chest, letting him take charge.
I don’t have to be nervous, I tell myself. Jaxon will take care of me. He’s a true alpha and he’ll be that way in the bedroom too, taking charge of everything.
“Come here,” he says as he cups my jaw and tilts my head up. He takes my mouth with a rough dominant kiss that rips the air from my lungs.
I’m moaning and pulling his big body closer as his tongue slides against mine, giving me a taste of his warm masculine mouth.
My pussy suddenly feels so wet as I feel his weight pressing down on me. I spread my legs as he shifts between them.
When his thick hard cock presses against my needy pussy, I let out a whimper. He grins and then kisses me again.
His hand slides under my shirt and his big powerful palm grips my bare breast as he grinds his huge dick against my clenched pussy.
