Wishing on the Water (Water Series Book 1) (18 page)

Chase

I crushed the letter to my chest and a tear fell from my eye. All this time I had been carrying around guilt for doing exactly what Chase wanted. I had become a victim of my own way of thinking. I had hurt so many in an attempt to be free.

Jax returned and sat on the bed pulling me into his arms. I cried on his chest.

“
I am so sorry, Jax.” I murmured over and over again.

I turned my head and placed my teardrop covered lips on Jax's lips. Jax kissed me back as though it was the first time he had ever kissed me. I opened my mouth and allowed him entry, his flavor hit me in a rush as our tongues tangled together. It was an overwhelming taste of coffee, which I knew he had just drunk.

I turned my body to face him, threading my hand through his silky hair as I spread my legs to straddle him. Jax moved back on the bed and I followed and then sank onto his shaft as my wetness coated my thighs. I would never get enough of this. I would never have enough time with him.

Jax pulled me close and kissed my neck as I coaxed myself up and down his length. This was not love making, this was raw and carnal. This was intimate and erotic love in the most basic form. My heart was out for his taking and he was gifting me with the same.

I leaned back to allow him to take my nipple into his mouth and moaned. I reached behind me and cupped his balls and massaged them in my hand. My reward was a sharp thrust inside me to that rough patch behind my pelvic bone. My moisture coated him and I was lost in the heat of the moment.

Jax used one hand and reached down in front to find the tight bundle of nerves my folds were hiding and stroked my clit until I was panting his name. He strummed me up the cliff to my climax.

“
Jax.” I moaned, and then I bit down on his shoulder as I screamed when my body turned to fire and burned with each orgasmic wave that he inflicted on me.

I was sore and tired, but he wasn’t done. I watched as the man who owned my heart pushed into me as if trying to climb inside. I gritted my teeth as I swelled from my first orgasm while feeling the second one stirring. My body would explode like a volcano and I would be left as nothing but ash.

I watched as Jax turned into an alpha and seemed to be trying to claim me as his. I had read about it in books, but he didn’t have that style of life until now. He was marking me with his manhood to keep others away. He tugged on my hair and my head fell back as he bit down on my nipple. I screamed with the overload of sensation.

“
Say my name.” Jax groaned, as he swelled inside me.

“
Jax!” I screamed, and tried to tighten down on him to make it more intense for us both. It didn’t take long and I was chanting his name and my body exploded in sensual bliss. A few pumps later and Jax found his release and kissed me when he came. I leaned my head onto his shoulder and tried to catch my breath. My legs were tingly and my body felt like Jell-O, as I came down from my high.

I heard the knock on the door, but neither of us moved to get it. I stayed sitting on him and we cuddled in the afterglow of orgasmic bliss. There was nothing to be said; we merely knew that our time was ending. I would go back to California and Jax would go back to Vanessa. I had hope, and would wish on the water that, if he ever did get the man responsible, he would come back for me.

“
Leave it at the door,” Jax called out, as the knock sounded again.

I slowly pulled up and felt a loss as soon as he slid out of me. My legs were weak, so Jax helped me into the shower. The warm water cascaded down my body as Jax soaped up every inch of me. Then he rinsed me while adding kisses to my neck and shoulder.

I giggled at the ticklish sensation he left in his kisses. Then he turned me around and began shampooing my hair. A girl could get used to this. I had never had anyone do this for me before; it was invigorating. My body tingled and goosebumps rose all over my body with each touch he graced me with. Then he turned me back around and placed me under the water.

In a slow, methodical movement, he rinsed my hair as my head tilted back and he kissed my exposed neck. As soon as I thought we were tired, one of us was ready to go again. I reached forward and took his long cock into my hand and coaxed it back and forth, feeling the hardened silk come to life in my hands.

I dropped to my knees, pulling him into my mouth and took him in as far as I could, then swallowed down on him. I cupped his length and set a relentless pace to bring him to orgasm. The water flowed down his body and into my face, but I didn’t care where my next breath came from when I heard him groan and grab my hair.

I needed to taste him more than I needed my next breath. I needed every experience with him. I wanted to take him to the zoo on a real date and have him read to me in the library as we used to do. I wanted to walk around the lake we grew up by. I wanted him to hold me and never let me go, but I understood that he needed to do this for Chase. I understood that catching this killer had become his top priority in my absence.

Jax tried to pull me up off of him, and I sucked him harder. His hands gripped my head when I grabbed his toned ass, letting him know I wasn’t going anywhere. I felt him swell and hollowed out my cheeks, and flattened my tongue to let him take charge.

He pumped in and out of my mouth as I swallowed down each time he hit the back of my throat. His movements became sporadic as he swelled. I tightened my grip on him so he couldn’t pull away. I saw his head go back as he groaned. The first spurt was thick and I swallowed it down immediately. I practically inhaled his flavor and memorized it, so I would never forget the way it tasted. Then I licked him clean.

“
Your turn,” Jax said, as I climbed to my feet.

“
No, that was so whenever someone else’s face is looking eye to eye with your penis, my name is the one you will call.”

Jax smiled and I laughed as we finished showering. I soaped him up, making sure to rub those overly sensitive places over and over again. He thought he could brand me with his penis and he had, but so had I branded him with my mouth and my pussy.

We exited the shower and Jax grabbed the terry cloth robe and donned it as he wrapped a large white fluffy towel around me. He then took my hand and another towel and brought me out to the bed. He picked me up like a bride and sat me on the edge as he took the other towel and climbed behind me to dry my hair.

I was in heaven. I remembered the last time someone was this attentive. It was right before Chase had gone undercover, and changed our lives forever. With the memory in my head, I didn’t break down into tears. I didn’t feel guilty that I was here with Jax.

I would never find peace with what happened, but I had certainly learned to cope with what happened to him. I could only hope that he was smiling down on us from Heaven. I was so smitten and relaxed that my brain didn’t even focus in on the ringing of my phone until Jax put it in front of me.

“
Hello,” I answered.

“
Are you coming to work today or are you going to keep running off?” Andrew asked.

“
I will be late, but I will be there. I wanted to talk to you when you have time.” I spoke softly.

“
I have time now! We definitely need to talk about your job and I have your coffee.” Andrew responded and it seemed like whatever had been bothering him the other night was gone.

“
I’m sorry, Andrew. I am just getting up. This resetting my clock to the east coast has messed me all up.” I was lying, but I didn’t want him here with Jax.

“
Are you sure it is your clock that has you messed up and not whoever will be drinking the second cup of coffee on the tray outside your door?”

I was essentially busted unless I could think of a creative lie. I don’t know why I was hiding Jax from Andrew. Maybe it is because I didn’t want anyone to know, or maybe it was because I didn’t want to be the steak that two dogs fight over.

“
It’s my coffee. I ordered two so I can have one now and bring one to the conference room.” I responded, hoping he wouldn’t pry.

“
Is Mark in there with you?” Andrew asked.

“
No, why would Mark be here?” I replied.

“
Just a hunch from the way Mark followed when you took off after that kiss from Jaxson.”

“
No, that kiss was old friends saying goodbye. As far as Mark, there is nothing there. I think he is with Brooklyn.” I rebutted and Jax came to stand in front of me. He shook his head no as to say no more. Then he pushed the speaker button on my phone to hear.

“
If Mark is with Brooklyn then wouldn’t that be a conflict of interests of their cases?” Andrew pried and Jax’s eyes glared at the phone. There was something I wasn’t following happening here.

“
Andrew, I am flying home tonight. Being here was a mistake. If you give me half an hour, I will meet you at the conference room.”

“
Is it a mistake because Jax is working your dead fiancé’s case? I heard them saying it would be hard for you and him when it was all put to rest.” Andrew asked.

“
Andrew, I need to get ready. I will be down in half an hour.” I spoke quickly and hung up.

“
What the hell was that? Who has he been around?” Jax asked, as he put his jeans on.

“
I don’t know. I left him at dinner with Mark and Brooklyn. Then I left him at breakfast with everyone. Maybe they talked about Chase.” I replied.

“
Mark and Brooklyn never discuss cases with anyone outside of the case.” Jax gritted his teeth in anger.

I watched in silence as he pulled his phone out and turned it on. I felt the playful, loving mood he had been in fade away. I felt my heart evaporating into nothing. Our time was up and it would be hard, but I was going to go home and cyber stalk him. I might sign Vanessa up for a chocolate of the month club as a wedding present. As immature as it was if she got fat I think I would be happier.

Within a half hour, Jax and I were both dressed and practically ignoring each other. Mark and Brooklyn were in my hotel living room. They were carrying on a conversation about who did what, where and how. I wasn’t listening, because I finally had something to write about.

My heart had known loss, and I slowly recovered. I had accepted the five stages of grief and survived. I would call the book “The five stages of living.”

I opened my laptop, opened my Microsoft Word and started writing my next novel. I usually start with a name and a plot, but this one was coming from the heart. The name would come last and the plot would happen based on what the characters needed instead of what I planned. I was going to let life lead me. As I stared at the white screen I decided there was something I needed to do first. I picked up my phone and texted Andrew.

“
You will have my resignation in your email. I can’t be what you need me to be. I am a writer. I always have been. I’m sorry.”

I didn’t get a response as the hours flew by. By the time I stopped writing to order coffee, the sun had set and everyone had gone. I had even missed my flight. I would have to catch a flight in the morning. I saw a post it note on the phone and lifted it to read it.

“
You were busy so I tried not to bother you. I hope to see you before you leave. If not, know that I will love you as long as the water in your wishes flows.”

I heard a knock and lifted my head off the desk in my hotel room. I must have fallen asleep. I looked at the clock and it said 5a.m. I got up to go climb in the bed for another hour before heading to the airport when I heard the knock, again.

I went to my hotel room door and opened it. Jax was standing there in his denim jeans, black boots and a black button down shirt, wearing a smile. I smiled brightly, as I was excited to see him.