FREAKY FRIDAY THROWOUT

S#!T Storm is back Y'all.


I have been a hot mess lately, I apologize. Gearing up for NANO hopefully finish another book. If you want to beta a finished title that I have been sitting on please contact me through my Facebook author page ---> yonder :)


hope you enjoy...




STORM


“It was never my intention to hurt you Storm.  Nor did I want to lead you on.  I made my situation abundantly clear, but that does not mean that I don’t think you are one of the coolest girls I have ever met. I find you sexy, and intriguing, and smart, and all of those things are a turn on in my book. If you want me to walk out of here right now, I will, no hard feelings. However, if you feel the same way about me, I would like to kiss you stupid if you don’t mind.” Jax’s piercing blue eyes look right into me. He isn’t wavering in the slightest, just waiting on me to process what he just said. 


When you live your life with your heart wide open like a tapped vein, mistakes tend to happen.  For instance, you believe everyone is your friend, even though less than half of them can stand you. You believe everything people tell you. This makes you look extremely naïve. Mostly, this character trait has a huge hand in how you process things. For instance, my brain is currently undressing me and throwing my dimply old ass in this fine young specimens lap . I mean, why should I take the high road? Why do I always have to be well behaved? I have needs too, and right now my need to shove my tongue down this beautiful man’s throat is far overshadowing my need to be a good person.


Jax rises from his spot on the couch and approaches me. I have been staring at him like a deer in headlights for at least three minutes, he must think I have lost it. When he touches me again I lose all hope of restraint.  I throw my lips against his, because it hurts not to. When he opens his mouth  for me I almost cum right there. His tongue invades me and glides against mine like they were meant to be together all along. My knees wobble and he wraps an arm around me while backing me toward the couch. I don’t even know how I end up on my back, but his body pressing against mine is like a heaven that only exists for me.  The unladylike sounds seeping from my throat only get louder when I tug on his hair and he growls into my mouth. Fuck my life. Kissed stupid doesn’t even begin to cover this.


Jax’s hands trace my side to my thigh, and he roughly grabs it, hoisting my knee up to wrap around his waist. The other leg doesn’t need the same invitation.  We are dry humping like a couple of horny teenagers  at the junior high dance. I can’t help but chew on his tongue and lips as he expertly elicits tingles through my body. Sitting up Jax pulls his shirt off, then  dips low on my belly using his hands and nose to slowly lift mine as he trails his beautiful soft mouth after it. Goosebumps bloom all over when his fingers slide inside my bra, pushing it upward with the shirt. I cry out when he bites down hard on my nipple, but I arch my back to invite him to do more. Working on his belt, I am desperate to free the beast I can feel rubbing against my thigh. Just as I dip my hand inside his designer boxer briefs, the door to the room opens.  Jax drops down to my chest covering me and peaking over the edge of the couch.


“Hey Jax where’s…oh…”  Jen gets within viewing distance of the couch and stops her line of questioning.


“Jen, you cockblocking bitch, get the fuck out of here!” I whine.


A giggle rises from her chest that I recognize as the liquor laugh.  “I will just go back to the bar, you guys have fun.” Her heels click on the tile on her way out. 





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