Peaks of Passion: Pleasure Point Series Book One Page 13

  Lydia and Troy who were still giggling, stopped.

  Lydia touched her throat.

  Troy tipped his head to the side.

  If I could’ve bolted out of the club right that instant, I would have.

  Jax

  The day after Tyler’s gig, I rode my skateboard to Rosalyn’s when school was out. I used my secret knock (which was really just a goofy thing I made up), and sauntered in. Rosalyn was in the kitchen, wearing a white T-shirt, which had been washed so many times you could see right through it, and a pair of panties. Rosalyn stood there eating a pint of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream straight out of the carton.

  “Hey!” I swaggered into the living room and jumped on the sofa, like I’d done so many times over the past few months. “You ready for your lover boy?”

  She stalked into the living room, her wild, curly, blond hair looking like a medusa cap, her eyes wild. She sat on the other side of the sofa, as far away from me as possible. “What the hell was that song about?”

  “What song?” The only thing I was in the mood for at that moment was sex with Rosalyn, not a fight.

  “Don’t act dumb, Jax.” She pointed her spoon toward me. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. I was so embarrassed last night.”

  I moved toward her, but she jerked back, drawing her legs up against her body. “Don’t be mad, Roz. That’s Tyler. It’s what he does. The guy’s always writing songs.”

  She slammed the ice cream carton down on the end table. “Did he really have to write a song about me?”

  “It wasn’t just about you.”

  She jumped off the sofa and stood over me, hands on hips. I tried not to stare at her breasts, which were clearly visible through the flimsy T-shirt. Her nostrils flared. “This is all your fault. I can’t believe this. Did you see the way Tyler looked at me while he was singing that … that, song?”

  “Nobody noticed,” I said.

  Her lips flattened. “They did! And even if they didn’t you sure crossed the line when you told your parents you love so many things about me. Jax, are you insane?” She said this in a voice that was high pitched, and I started to feel bad that I’d hurt her. She whirled around and stormed into the kitchen, taking her empty ice cream carton with her and slamming it and the spoon into the sink. She buried her face in her hands. “Tyler’s mad at me.”

  I sprinted into the kitchen to soothe her, but when I tried to touch her, she wrenched away. “He’s not mad at you.”

  “Then why’d he write that song? Did you listen to the lyrics? He thinks I’m poisoning you.”

  “It’s not like that. He just writes stuff. He does this all the time. It’s all just dumb material when he can’t think of what else—”

  She turned on me, her eyes burning with rage. “It’s personal! He said he wrote it for me. If your parents figure it out, all hell is going to break loose. Do you get that?” She removed a glass from the cupboard and slammed the door. “If we’re not careful, everyone’s going to know.” She placed the glass under the tap.

  “Let me get that for you.” Rosalyn was upset and I felt awful. Wanting to help with the drink, I tried taking the glass from her hand so I could fill it but she pulled away so hard that the glass slipped and shattered in the sink.

  “Leave me alone!”

  I turned the tap off, turned her to face me, holding her elbows. “Rosalyn, look at me.” Her brown eyes met mine. “It’s going to be okay.”

  She buried her face in my chest. “We can’t …”

  “We can.”

  Slowly she lifted her eyes to mine. “You really think Tyler’s not mad at me?”

  “No. He writes songs. About all kinds of stuff.” I wanted to convince myself that Tyler didn’t think what I was doing was wrong.

  She pulled away, walking into the living room and sitting on the sofa. “Jesus Christ, Jax, one of us has to be the adult here.”

  “So let’s both be.”

  She spied her bong, but I was already ahead of her. I filled it, handed it to her, and flicked the lighter while she took a toke. Rosalyn needed to calm down. She gazed at me. “Here’s how it’s going to go. You and I will not be seen in public together. Ever. Especially around your folks. If you want to keep doing this, then you’ve got to follow my rules.”

  I would’ve done anything she told me because I was in love with Rosalyn. “Great. What’re the rules?”

  “No more of Tyler’s concerts, no more surfing together—”

  “No more surfing?”

  She leveled her eyes at me. “No more surfing together.”

  “What else?”

  “I’ll see your mom on my own time, either here or somewhere else. Don’t be expecting me to come over anymore.”

  “Okay.”

  “You can’t ever call me, or mention my name around your house.”

  “Fine.”

  “And lastly, you can come over here a couple times a week, maybe three times, but you have to promise me it’s when your mom and dad are at work. No more weekends.”

  “Great.”

  “We deadbolt the door and don’t you dare leave your skateboard or surfboard outside.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  “And we draw all the curtains.” She folded her arms and stared at me. Then she went into the kitchen for a glass of water. I followed her like some lovesick puppy dog.

  Rosalyn stood with her back to me, drinking the water. I moved her hair aside and gently kissed her neck. She tasted of the ocean. “I promise, I’ll follow your rules.”

  “You’re already breaking them!”

  I strolled to the windows, drew the curtains, walked to the door and secured the deadbolt, then returned to the kitchen. Rosalyn turned around, set her glass on the counter, held my face in her hands and kissed me deeply and passionately. Our tongues met with warmth and urgency. She pulled away. “Just make sure you follow the rules, baby. You don’t want me mad at you.” My hands trailed down her back until I was cupping her sweet ass, my fingers caressing, making their way underneath the fabric of her panties until I felt her soft skin. I pressed my hard-on into her pelvis, and her gaze fell to my crotch. “Sometimes you’re a bad boy. Now, let me touch this sexy cock, and maybe we can figure a way for you to make it up to me.” I nodded, and she unzipped my jeans, my cock straining against my boxer briefs. Her hand moved to my penis, gently stroking. I moaned. Looking into her wide brown eyes, I lifted her T-shirt over her head, exposing those luscious tits, then bent my head to suckle one pink nipple while making slow circles with my fingers around the other. Her hands went to my hair, softly caressing.

  I dropped to my knees and kissed the front of her panties, the heat of her body nearly searing my lips, my hands running up and down her inner thighs. She spread her legs slightly. “I want to lick you, Roz. Can I?” She nodded, and I tugged her panties to one side, exposing her delicious pussy. The scent of her female musk was almost enough to make me come, but I forced myself to concentrate. “You’re swollen.” I slid two fingers inside her. She was so wet that I could’ve slipped three, even four fingers inside her. Her pelvis was already contracting, and I felt her squeeze hard around my fingers as I kissed her clit just the way she’d taught me. Holding her panties to the side, I spread her wide and massaged her clit with my thumb, then made gentle lapping motions with my tongue. Then a little harder. She begged me to suck harder. I felt her desire building as her pussy squeezed around my fingers. Glancing at her face, I saw that her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, her breathing getting really jagged. “Keep your eyes closed.” I teased her clit with my tongue and felt her tremble. She gripped my hair in her fingers, her pelvis bucking. “You’re so wet and swollen. Damn, you taste sexy.” Her legs tensed, and when I thought she was ready, I squeezed one of her nipples hard and she came, twitching and moaning and pushing into my face, her hands gripping the back of my head, pulling my face into her wetness.

  “Oh Jax, that’s good. Oh, my God …
I’m coming. Really hard.” She smiled at me, her eyes glazed over.

  I stood up. “Let me have you. Right here. Turn around.” She turned around, and I pulled off my jeans and boxers, stripped my T-shirt off, and threw it on the floor. Then I yanked her panties down. “Bend over.” Rosalyn leaned over the kitchen counter and seeing her pink wetness staring me in the face, my heart beat so hard I didn’t know if I’d even make it inside her without coming. My hard-on stood at attention and I stroked it once before plunging into her with the most exquisite sensation. She was dripping wet. “Oh Roz, I can feel you coming.” I moved slowly because I wanted to last. In, out, I felt the warmth of her squeezing my cock. “Let me touch your tits.” I reached around and felt her soft breasts, her nipples hard as erasers. I pinched one nipple and she let out a little yelp. I moved faster, her ass moving against my pelvis, her head thrown to one side.

  “Pull my hair!” she said.

  I gathered her long hair in my hand and pulled.

  “Harder!”

  I moved in and out faster, pulling Rosalyn’s hair until her head was bent so far back, I could see her forehead and a few beads of sweat. I fucked her hard, right there in the kitchen, until I couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Oh, my God, Roz, I’m gonna come.” With one hand, I pulled her hair, with the other, I dug my fingers into her creamy ass. And then I came inside Rosalyn, this woman who was everything I’d ever dreamed of. Flashes of light danced around my eyelids when I closed my eyes, surrendering to the spasms that must’ve lasted a full minute.

  When I opened my eyes, Rosalyn looked over her shoulder, smiling. Her voice was hoarse when she said, “Oh, Jax. What am I going to do with you?”

  I pressed my sweaty chest against her back, kissing the back of her head. I wanted so badly to tell her that I loved her. But I didn’t. I figured I’d have a whole lifetime.

  Rosalyn

  My pussy was still twitching when I curled up on the sofa with my bong after Jax left. Damn, that guy was a hot sex partner.

  Leo curled up on my lap, purring when the phone rang.

  “Hello.”

  “Hey, Rosalyn, how’s the surfer boy?” No time for a preamble from Carissa.

  “Hi, Carissa, is that what you called to ask?”

  “Shoot, can’t we have another weekend in Palm Springs? I’m beginning to wonder if maybe I should leave Santa Fe and grow up like you’re doing.”

  I swallowed hard and looked out the window. “Are you serious?” The last thing I needed was Carissa hanging around mothering me.

  “I guess not. My life’s here in the desert. But you’ll be done with school soon. Lucky. Are you planning on staying in Point Loma?”

  “I guess so. Jobs are pretty easy to come by here.”

  “Yeah. I suppose all those athletes in San Diego’ll be needing a good physical therapist.” She paused. “How’d it go breaking up with Jax?” I was quiet for so long that she asked, “Hey, you still there?”

  “Yes, I’m still here.”

  “You talked to him, didn’t you?”

  I picked up my bong, and took another toke. “Yes, I talked to him.”

  “So, how’d he take it?”

  “The thing of it is … I didn’t exactly break things off with him.”

  “What! Why not?”

  “Can we not talk about this?” I set the bong down and squeezed my legs together. Jax’s love juices, hot and wet, dripped out of me.

  “Oh honey, you’re not still having sex with him, are you?”

  “Well, it’s kind of like this …”

  We were both silent. Finally, in a low voice, Carissa said, “I know you think you can control this thing, but you can’t trust him to keep quiet. Not to mention—”

  I sat up straight. “I talked to him. We came to an agreement.”

  “Agreement? What kind of agreement? When are you going to tell Lydia? While you’re opening Christmas presents?”

  “Don’t make it sound so bad. He’s a good person. He’d never hurt me.”

  She let out a huge exhale. “You’re playing with fire.”

  I stood up and paced around the living room, the telephone cord trailing behind me. “We talked. And if … we have sex, we’ll do it real discreetly.”

  “Rosalyn, you can’t—”

  “I’m in control! I know what I’m doing.”

  Carissa sighed dramatically. “Is the sex really that great?”

  Hell yes, the sex was great. “It’s more than that.”

  “Like what?”

  “He cares about me. And I … care about him.” How could I explain what Jax meant to me? For one thing, the guys my age all had terrible attitudes because of the women they perceived had wronged them. I was only thirty, but a lot of men my age had already been married, some even had a couple of kids, and many of them were going through divorces. Their style was to use me for sex, keep a wary eye on me so I wouldn’t march them into matrimony, and then back off if they thought I wanted more than a few dates. Jax had a combination of a young boy naiveté mixed with a grown up dependability. He was gallant and helpful. He made me feel safe, and I could be myself around him. “He’s protective and gentle, and Carissa, I’ve never met anybody like him. He’s my friend.”

  “Friend? Don’t you have enough friends? What if he falls in love with you?”

  I sagged onto the sofa. “He won’t.”

  She laughed. “Now, that’s funny. He’s too young to know better. Boys that age are a jumble of hormones. You’re really not going to cut things off?”

  I bit my nail. “I suppose I could try.” I had no intention of cutting things off, even though I knew it was wrong. The thing of it was, the more time I spent with Jax, the more our affair felt like the most wonderful kind of normal.

  She sighed. “You, my dear, are in deep shit. But, I’m your friend, and I’ll be here for you. I’m just afraid things aren’t going to turn out well. How about you come back to Santa Fe?”

  I hung my head. “No. I’m here now.” The thought of being away from Jax made me instantly lonely. “Besides, I have to finish school.”

  “Well, you be careful. Okay?”

  I couldn’t hang up the phone fast enough. I tried to convince myself that I had the situation under control.

  2001

  Rosalyn

  “I’d like to propose a toast,” Lydia said. She raised her margarita on the rocks. “To my good friend.” Our eyes locked. “Old friends are the best kind. Rosalyn knew me as a kid, she told me to go for it with Troy, and I’m so happy to have her back in my life. You’ve worked so hard and now it’s paid off. Congratulations, Rosalyn. Here’s to your graduation!” We all clinked glasses.

  After the ceremony, Lydia, Troy, Tyler, his girlfriend Tracy, Jax, and I had gone to a celebration dinner at Las Banderas, one of the best local Mexican restaurants.

  Tyler looked at me, then at Jax, then at me and said, “So, what are your plans? You got a job lined up?”

  “Not yet, sweetheart.” I took a long sip of my margarita. “But I’ve got a couple of leads.” My plan was to get a steady paying job in physical therapy, and to then share with my clients the holistic practices I’d learned over the years.

  “Rosalyn can do anything she sets her mind to,” Lydia said. “I’m so proud of you.”

  I picked up my drink and held it aloft. “To my new family … well, you’re like a family. The people who have made me feel welcome and loved.”

  I often caught Tyler looking at me extra long that night. He’d stare at me then at his brother as if trying to figure us out. Jax and I had been together for almost a year, and because of my precautions, no one had caught on. Jax had graduated high school and started community college; I would find a job in physical therapy. I didn’t want to think about what our future held.

  We laughed, drank, and ate: chips, salsa, gooey quesadillas, and chili rellenos with the cheese melted just right. Tyler’s girlfriend was practically in his lap, hanging on h
im, kissing him on the neck. Get a room, I thought and took another sip of my cool margarita. The alcohol flowed pleasantly into my system, warming my veins. It was just the right buzz, and feeling mellow, I gazed across the table and caught Jax staring at me with his mesmerizing blue eyes. What I would like to do to you right now, baby. I gave a sidelong glance toward Lydia and Troy to make sure they weren’t paying attention, then slipped my sandal off and caressed Jax’s foot, then worked my way up his thigh. His legs were strong, and when his warm hand grabbed my foot, I felt dizzy with pleasure. I smiled imagining his hard-on, which I knew was materializing that very second.

  After dinner, we gathered outside, the cool ocean air hitting our faces. The gravel crunched beneath my sandals, causing me to slip and sway.

  “Rosalyn, be careful,” Jax said. His arm slid around my waist to catch me before I fell.

  “I think I had a little too much to drink tonight,” I said with a small hiccup.

  “How about if I drive Rosalyn home?” Jax said to his mom and dad. I had driven to the restaurant with Lydia and Troy while Jax had insisted on driving Tyler and Tracy in his new acquisition, a second hand car.

  Troy said, “Fine. Tyler and Tracy can ride with us.”

  Lydia looked at Jax through narrowed eyes. “Drop Rosalyn off then come on home. Your dad and I are going out of town for the weekend, and I want to see you before we leave. It seems you’re barely around anymore.”

  “I see you all the time, Mom.”

  She mussed his hair. “You never get to see your mom enough.”

  I swayed and Jax caught me again. “Easy there, Rosalyn. Just lean on me.”

  Lydia looked at Troy, and he said, “Jax’ll get Roz home. Come on, honey let’s get home ourselves. Surf’s up tomorrow, and it’s my day off.” His arm slipped around her waist, looking her in the eye. “And then I’ve got you all to myself.”

  I smiled at Lydia and Troy through unfocused eyes. “I love you guys.” I moved in for a sloppy hug.

  Jax helped me into his car then got behind the wheel. “You all strapped in?” He eyed me up and down, then checked my seatbelt. He put the car in gear, and when we were a block away, I unstrapped my seatbelt, stripped off my top and bra, and held the bra out the window. Jax’s eyes grew wide. I held it for a few seconds before flinging it out onto the road. “Turn on some tunes, babe,” I said to Jax while looking for a joint in my bag.