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  I take the boxer shorts and throw them back at him, hoping he’ll fall into my trap and reach up to catch them. I see them hit his chest and bounce off to the ground.

  “You’re such a tease”, I tell him.

  “Me?” Jaxon says, releasing his dick to point at his chest. “You’re the one still wearing your clothes.”

  My eyes go to it briefly as Jaxon reaches up and then puts his hand on his hips and strikes a pose, strong taut muscle from head to toe, intention one hundred and one percent clear.

  “You just haven’t taken them off me yet”, I say, eyes drawing the lines that his muscles carve across his chest. Those biceps, that adonis belt, the way he advances like a hungry lion.

  I’m on my back and fighting against it, legs up, arms up, anything I can use to defend myself, not because I don’t want it, but because I want it so much I feel like I’ll explode as soon as he touches me.

  He lets me push him away playfully, feel like I’m gaining ground, until enough is enough and he decides it’s time to take control. He steals a kiss, locking lips against mine in a passionate display of possession, before cradling my neck and smoothing the skin across my chest. He folds himself into me, slides one hand behind my back and twist me over in one fluid motion so I’m straddling him again, the thin fabric of my panties keeping his dick momentarily at bay.

  Jaxon claws at my bra, snapping the clasp and literally tearing it off me. He massages my tits one by one, squeezing my nipples between his thumb and forefinger just to make me gasp. I let him pull me closer so eager hands can be replaced by sensual lips and his tongue can tease my swollen nubs, licking, biting and sucking lightly to send lightning bolts of pleasure up and down my spine.

  It’s that first night again, only better for the break in between, it’s the cold lonely nights in the middle of a foreign city when memories of Jaxon’s sexual expertize kept the demons from my door and it’s every single dream I thought too distant to even happen all rolled into one. As we both fight eagerly to remove my sodden panties, I can’t help but wonder if any of this is real, and then Jaxon opens my pussy lips gently with his fingers, to tease himself inside me, and I realize just how lucky I am.

  I’m on my back, Jaxon above me, his lips tracing kisses across all the erogenous zones of my body, while he fingers me gently, never forcing himself too hard inside me, each graceful push of his thick, masculine digits enough to make me feel like I’m going to explode.

  He crouches over me like an expert, meticulous in his attention, while he explores me in earnest delight. I gasp at the kisses he leaves on the inside of my thigh, I moan when he licks carefully around my clitoris, and I nearly come when he slides another finger inside me. I lift my legs and Jaxon folds them against my chest with his free hand, before he swaps his active hand for the thick dexterity of his tongue, and really begins to go to work.

  I squirm on his lips, force my pussy down into his mouth and have to pull away when it becomes too much. Jaxon looks up at me and smiles every so often, before he spanks my ass and begins the circuit again, licking the length of my snatch, rolling his tongue so expertly around my clitoris my entire body feels stimulated in ways I didn’t think were possible, before locking his mouth at the entrance to my pussy and slowly sliding his tongue inside me.

  He does this with me flat on my back, and then he does it again when I’m on my knees, ass up into the air like a cat in heat and then he insists on a third position, because he knows how much it turns me on, of Jaxon lying below me, his hands on my hips and his dick in my mouth as I dip and grind my pussy against his fat swollen lips, and take his length as deep inside me as I can manage.

  We fuck each other like this, mouth to pussy, dick to throat, until I feel the wave of intensity threaten to break inside me, and I have to pause for a moment, head on his thigh, his throbbing dick in my hand and my ass up in the air, safely away from his touch. I could happily come like this, but I know if I don’t wait I’ll only regret it.

  I can hear Jaxon laughing as I try to control my breathing. I bite his thigh playfully, just to let him know I don’t appreciate it.

  “Come if you want”, he says. “I love it when you come in my mouth, you know that.”

  I shake my head. “Not yet”, I say, “I’m not going to wait-.” Jaxon steals a lick of my pussy and it nearly pushes me over the edge. “Five years”, I gasp, pulling away from him.

  Jaxon lets me go, watching me eagerly, a lion happy to let his prey wander, certain he can catch it at any moment. “We don’t have to catch up the last five years in just one night”, he reasons. “We’ve got plenty of-.”

  The rest turns into gasps as I take hold of the base of his dick and run the tip around my lips until they fizz. “You were saying?” I ask.

  “I was saying-”, Jaxon begins again, but as soon as I slide his thickness inside my mouth, the sentence crumbles away. “Jesus, Ruby, that’s fucking incredible”, he says instead, sinking into the bed.

  I lick along his shaft, flatten him against the roof of my mouth and swallow him as deep as I can inside me, careful not to push myself past the point of no return. Sucking Jaxon’s dick has always made me horny, and I’m so close to the edge right now I feel like hearing Jaxon moan because of what I’m doing to him might be enough alone to make me come.

  “If you want us to come together”, Jaxon gasps. “Five years is a hell of a wait.”

  I giggle and pull myself away from him. “Don’t tell me you’re going to lose control”, I tease.

  “Come here”, Jaxon says, reaching for me.

  I think about it for a second and then climb towards him and fold myself against his chest. “I’ve missed you”, I confess.

  Jaxon kisses my head. “You don’t ever know how much I’ve missed you”, he says.

  I reach for his dick. “I think I can tell”, I say.

  “It’s not just that”, Jaxon says. “That was always incredible, but it’s not just that. It was everything with you, Ruby. You were my whole world.”

  I kiss him and we lock eyes for a moment. “I never thought you were the sentimental type.”

  “Because I’m a soldier?” Jaxon asks.

  I shake my head. “No, not at all. Because it was easier for me to imagine it that way”, I say. “If I thought it didn’t matter to you if I left, it was easier for me to forgive myself for running away.”

  Jaxon kisses my head as I hug him tightly. “You could have come back”, he says.

  I shrug. “I couldn’t”, I confess. “But I can now.”

  Jaxon rolls me over again, pressing me firmly against the mattress. “I’m going to make you come so hard”, he promises.

  “I love it when you claim me”, I tell him.

  “I love it when you pretend you don’t want me to.”

  I wrap my legs around his back and try and pull him towards me. Jaxon resists for a moment, just to show that he can, before he finally gives in and lowers himself towards me.

  “You think we can?” I ask, Jaxon’s cock already at the entrance to my pussy.

  “We can try.”

  “I’m so wet”, I confess.

  Jaxon adjusts the angle, and I feel him bump against my clit, before locking at my entrance.

  “I forgot how good this was”, I whisper, as Jaxon rolls his hips forward, his cock head sliding ever so slightly inside me.

  We can’t take our eyes off each other as Jaxon penetrates me deeply, his cock entering me slowly, like it was always meant to be there, and I gasp and bite my lip and fight off the urge to come.

  “Easy”, Jaxon says breathlessly.

  “Easy”, I concur.

  I moan as Jaxon fills me completely, and then holds his pose for a second, his cock head throbbing. A moment later, just before I’ve had time to indulge the sensation fully and because he knows it’ll leave me wanting more, he begins to pull out, just as slowly as he's entered me. The sensation is out of this world, every single one of my nerve endings exploding in shee
r intense joy.

  “Not bad”, I say dismissively, the lilt of my voice, the sweat on my brow, the tremble in my lips and the look in my eyes all working to contradict that statement.

  Jaxon laughs casually. “Something to work on”, he says, and rolls his hips forward to make me moan again.

  We fuck like that for what feels like hours; slow, sensual movements of gradually increasing intensity, until a combination of greed and desire forces us to change position or rhythm. I lose track of time, and lose myself entirely in the moment, something that has never happened to me before, even in the short amount of time Jaxon and I spent together before I ditched all of this for Mexico. We cycle through positions like they are pages in a book and we push each other to the edge and keep ourselves there for as long as possible.

  Finally, when the natural conclusion to our forced period of abstinence draws near, neither one of us wants to do anything else but throw ourselves towards it head first with reckless abandon.

  I come so hard I feel like it’s a sign of the beginning of some new, wonderful, and extremely important period in my life thrust upon me by forces outside of my control. I never thought pleasure could be felt in such a way, even with Jaxon by my side, but as wave after wave of intense orgasmic bliss rips through me, I not only feel like I’m experiencing something I never believed were possible, but because of who it’s with, I get the impression that it can get even better than this.

  I come more times than I can count, and I’m still coming intensely after we’ve flopped breathlessly to the bed, and Jaxon has emptied his load inside me before finally pulling himself slowly out of my throbbing pussy.

  I come again when he reaches in and kisses my neck innocuously, and the pleasure still doesn’t abate long after the sun falls away and a cool afternoon breeze begins to creep in through the windows.

  Hours pass before my body truly understands the pleasure it’s experiencing, during which time Jaxon and I make love as often as we can, keen to close the gap that’s swallowed up the last five years between us.

  We’re spooning tightly, my back against Jaxon’s chest when my heart beat finally suggests a return to normal. “Enjoy that?” he asks.

  “Room for improvement”, I stutter, and together we can’t help but laugh.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Jaxon

  There hangs between us the cool silence that defines these moments. Nothing but the ache of a thousand words that aren’t yet ready to be said, the slow process of a scar forming over a wound that looked like it might never get repaired. I trace the line of Ruby’s spine with the tip of my finger, branch out where the lower rib bows and across her stomach to pull her into me. She catches my hand and pulls it up to my chest, her own rising and falling with tempered breath.

  “You almost got there”, I say.

  “Got where?” Ruby asks dreamily.

  “To the end of the week.”

  She laughs and digs deeper into the crevice my arched body provides her, backing her ass up into my crotch. “I haven’t said yes yet.”

  I kiss along her shoulder blade, the tip of her shoulder, the tenderness in the crease of her neck. “You said yes the moment I say you.”

  She breathes deeply, a memory rattling inside her, or something else, jerking her from this back into the present. She twists over, back to the bed, eyes up to the ceiling, one hand held against her forehead to cut out whatever little light shines in from the half full moon.

  “I can’t stay”, she confesses. “Not today.”

  Her eyes come to mine and then back to the nowhere space between here and the ceiling. “You can always come back”, I say, my hand around her waist, casual, like the pose of life long lovers.

  Ruby breathes deeply again, perhaps the thought of it too much to bear for now. One week back and her life must be so different here to Mexico. At least she’s not alone. “I’d like to-”, I begin again, but Ruby cuts me off.

  “It’s going to take some time”, she says. “I want to.”

  Now she turns, bottom lip caught firmly between her teeth, eyes on me. I can see the desire burning through her like fire across dry brush. “I want to too”, I confess. I caress her face, sweep the hair behind her ear and lean in to kiss the thickness of her lips. She loses herself in me for a moment, but reality has already dug its heels in, and I know that our moment, however incredible, is already passing.

  “I should get back”, she says, “they’ll be wondering where I am.”

  I smile. She can deny it for as long as she likes, try as hard as she might to fight it off, but she’ll be back in this bed before too long, and I know I won’t have to do anything to make it happen. I sit up, implying that it’s okay for her to do the same. I’m not going to beg her to stay, because as much as I want her to, I’m in this for the long haul and all I’ve got to do is be patient.

  Ruby drags herself up from the bed, sitting alongside me momentarily before swinging her legs out and perching on the side of the mattress.

  “I’d like to see Jessica”, I say. “I want to get to know her.”

  Ruby gathers her clothes from the various corners of the room they’ve found their way into. “I don’t know, Jaxon”, she begins. “You could be a bad influence. She’s at a very impressionable age.”

  “I promise I won’t show her how to dismantle a firearm with a blindfold on until she’s at least seven.”

  “Teen”, Ruby adds.

  “I was thinking of the zoo”, I say while she dresses. “Something normal.”

  The look Ruby gives me makes me think I’ve suggested something horrific like taking her to an R rated horror movie. “We’ll see”, she says. “Why don’t you come to the house for dinner and we’ll start there. Dad seems to have finally worked out how to cook.”

  She’s dressed way quicker than I like. “Sounds like a plan”, I say, happy at the opportunity to see both her and Jessica again. “As long as there’s no fighting.”

  “It wouldn't be the right house if there weren’t. I’ll ask Dad to lay off the politics.”

  I begin to gather my clothes while Ruby watches me patiently, already ready to go. “Thank you for coming”, I say. “I never doubted you would for a minute.”

  Ruby laughs. “Is this what I’ve got to get used to again, this unwavering confidence of yours?”

  I shrug. “That depends what you want”, I say.

  Ruby hands me my T-shirt from the end of the bed. “I want to take things slowly”, she says. “Which is something I’m not exactly used to.”

  “We can take things slowly”, I say. “I mean, one week for us is pretty much glacial.”

  “I mean it, Jaxon”, she says, her serious face back on for a moment. “I want to see where this goes, but I don’t want to ruin it, either, by jumping in too quickly. The last five years, there’s a lot to catch up on. We can’t just fall back to where we were. There’s Ruby, I’ve got to find a job, there’s Dad, I can’t live there forever, there’s a huge chunk of my life from Mexico missing now and that’s going to affect Ruby as well. I’ve got to find her a school, I don’t even know where to start.”

  I put my hands on her shoulders to calm her down. “There’s no rush with anything”, I say. “Take your time, I’m not going anywhere. I told you my life is pretty much everything you’ve just seen. Running, fixing things, daytime TV. I’m essentially a stay at home Dad, without any children.”

  “One child”, Ruby reminds me.

  “The point is, just take your time. No one expects you to come back home after what happened to you in Mexico and fall into a suburban housewife's routine. You’ve had your whole world turned upside down, and you need to take a little bit of time to reflect on that.”

  She turns her puppy dog eyes up to me. “Thank you”, she says.

  “I’m here for you”, I say. “Just remember that. Whenever you need me, whether it’s to de-stress, to complain about something, or to fuck you like a machine, I’m your man, especially the
fucking you like a machine part.”

  Ruby laughs. “I’ll stay over next time”, she says, putting her hand palm down on my chest. “I promise.”

  “Whatever you need to do. Like I say, you know where I live now, you even know where I like to throw my T-shirts when I tear them off my body. Come over whenever you like.”

  “You might regret saying that”, she says, you know how much Dad stresses me out.

  “He’s just looking out for you”, I say. “If it weren’t for him, you’d probably be drying out in the desert somewhere right now, and none of this would have happened.”

  I accompany her back to her car, and we stand there for a while before she gets in, against the lowered temperature of night. “It’s peaceful out here”, she says looking up to the sky briefly. “You can see the stars.”

  “You should see it when there’s no moon”, I say. “It’s like a blanket of snow.”

  There’s concern in her eyes as they meet mine again. I have a feeling she wants to ask me something, but whatever it is never makes its way to her lips. She smiles and get’s in her car, winding the window down to say goodbye.

  “Let me know about dinner”, I say.

  “I will”, she says with a smile. “I will.”

  I watch the car until the lights disappear over the bank in the road and then I sit out on the porch with a beer, watch the stars up in the sky twinkle away thousands of miles away from me, and I think about the Iranian girl who had eyes like rounded marbles of onyx, and the way her mother fell upon her death.

  It’s been two years already since that awful day, and I still can’t shift that image from my head. If I can help Ruby readjust to a life back here in the States, maybe she’s the only person in this world who can help me forgive myself for what I shouldn’t have ever let happen in the first place.