Good morning! This continues my
J&B adaptation of Mary McBride’s novel, “Just One Look.” Previously, Jax confronted Mac based on
Brenda’s identification of him as the Dockside Slasher. As the chapter ended, Mac told Jax that
instead, he fears his lookalike son is the Slasher. Enjoy, and your feedback is always appreciated! -----------------
Jan
Rated: PG for language and
situation
Faceoff
Chapter 17
Mac’s face was almost as pale as the institutional
white walls of his office. “Jax, I’m
afraid that my son is the Dockside Slasher.”
“Geeeeeez, Mac……” The new wrinkle caught Jax completely
offguard. The physical resemblance
between the two men was striking – that was a fact that couldn’t be ignored. Brenda could have easily mistaken one for
the other that day in the traffic jam, particularly if she had been on the
verge of a panic attack. But Jax
couldn’t quite ignore the niggling doubts that plagued him – was Mac really a
psychotic killer, so desperate to avoid capture that he would incriminate his
own son?
“I know, Jax……” Mac sank into his desk chair and covered his
face with his hands before looking back up at Jax with tears in his eyes. “How do I tell Felicia that her firstborn
might be a serial killer?”
Jax struggled to remain cool and objective
– to approach this as he would any other murder investigation. He couldn’t afford to accept Mac’s word carte blanche. Not with Brenda’s life at stake. “How long have you suspected him, Mac?”
“I think it was sometime after about
the fifth murder.” Mac balled a fist
and put it to his lips, resting his elbow on the armrest of his desk
chair. His other hand rubbed back and
forth nervously on the opposite armrest.
“I told you that Mac, Junior was coming back home from college a lot
this year…….more than usual.”
“Yeah.” Jax walked slowly over to the chair in front of Mac’s desk and
sat down. “You mentioned you thought it
was a girlfriend.”
“I wish to h*ll it was that
innocent.” Mac shook his head and
stared off into space. “The kid won’t
talk to Felicia or me, but I kept telling myself it was some kind of hormonal
thing. Then I happened to notice that
most of his little trips home coincided with the dates the Slasher struck.”
“Most?”
“The times he came home and we knew
about it.” Mac cleared his throat and
stared down awkwardly into his lap.
“We……uh…….well, we haven’t been getting along so swell lately, so we
found out there were a few times he came back to Port Charles and didn’t …….
didn’t stop in to see us.”
Jax nodded thoughtfully. “OK – let’s look at this like the DA would,
Mac. So we MIGHT have
opportunity.” He leaned forward, his
hands clenched before him. “But why
would Mac, Junior do it? What was…….IS
his motive?”
“I told you, Jax – we haven’t been
getting along. “ Mac’s breath caught as he inhaled. “Truth is the kid hates me.”
“Why would he hate you?”
“H*ll if I know!!” Mac suddenly rose from his chair and put his
hands on his hips, staring at a corner of his office where the ceiling met the
wall. “Maybe it’s because his mother
and I had some problems in the marriage there for a while. Maybe it’s just all that teenage angst sh*t
that all the shrinks talk about!”
“But if the kid hates *you*, why would
he kill other people?” Jax’s voice was
gentle. “Why wouldn’t he…….I mean…….”
“Why wouldn’t he just slice MY
throat?” Mac laughed
sarcastically. “Don’t you see,
Jax? This is much better!” He leaned over his desk towards Jax, his
eyes sparkling with a combination of anguish and fury. “Committing the perfect crime – eluding the
police for months on end – making me look bad with the mayor and the people of
Port Charles – that’s the ultimate scr*w you to his old man!”
Jax chewed silently on his lower
lip. “I don’t know, Mac. I guess that *does* make sense, in a sad
kind of way. And the fact that his
trips home coincide with the killings is evidence – but it’s circumstantial at
best.”
“He’s got motive. He’s got opportunity…..” Mac straightened and stared bullets at
Jax. “And he’s got means.”
Jax’s eyebrows drew together in a
frown. “You found a murder
weapon?” Another puzzling aspect of the
Slasher case was that the actual knives the killer used were never located.
“Sort of. Felicia has been missing kitchen knives lately.” Mac sat back down and pulled his desk chair
close in so he could speak in hushed tones.
“They disappear for a few days, and then show up back in the rack as
though nothing had happened.” He snorted
sarcastically again. “Maxie’s been
making jokes that the house is haunted by a bunch of Japanese fry cooks.”
Jax crossed his legs, propping one
ankle on the other knee, his one eye narrowed suspiciously. “And that’s all you’ve got?”
“That…….” Mac sighed loudly and sank back into his chair. “And the ski masks.” He shook his head and rubbed his forehead
with his thumb and first two fingers.
“They had blood stains on ‘em, Jax.
I would bet my pension on it.”
The air left Jax’s lungs in a long
whoosh. “Then why didn’t you do
anything about it, Mac? Why didn’t you
have the ski masks tested…..”
“I know, I know – I SHOULD HAVE!” Mac
exploded. He rose from his desk again
and pounded a fist against the wall with a sharp expletive, making Jax jump a
little in his chair. Mac’s shoulders
shuddered with the release of tension and then he turned back to Jax. “But I just kept telling myself that it
couldn’t be true – that the blood came from cuts he got shaving or that he cut
his finger on the snow shovel and rubbed it on his face to stop the
bleeding.” He shook his head. “But if they came back positive, how could I
ever tell Felicia? How could I explain
to the families of the victims that my kid killed their loved ones to get even
with me for some wacked out psycho-babble reason?”
Jax took a deep breath and then
rose. “We need those ski masks,
Mac. Now.”
Mac’s eyes rose to meet Jax’s and then
lowered. “They’re gone.”
“Gone?”
“Felicia was dumb enough to let it
slip that she was going to clean his room for Thanksgiving – cause we had
company coming.” Mac grimaced. “Mac, Junior figured out that she might find
something, so before I could get in there, he took everything out of his
drawers and hauled it God knows where.”
Jax whistled softly and then ruffled
his hair with his fingers. “Well, we
have to do something about this, Mac.
Even though it’s painful, you can’t just ignore it anymore.”
“I know.” Mac put his hands on his hips.
“And I know what needs to be done.”
His gaze was cool and calculating when he met Jax’s. “But we’ll need Miss Barrett’s cooperation.”
Jax felt a momentary shudder of panic
run through his body. “How so?”
“Mac, Junior is scheduled to come in
tomorrow night for another visit home.
I’ve….uh……” Mac stared down at
his desk for a moment before looking back up into Jax’s eyes again. “I talk about my work a lot at home, so he
knows about the Slasher case.”
“Including that Brenda saw his face?”
Mac nodded. “And that she couldn’t remember what the Slasher looked
like. He was with me that night –
waiting in the car – when you told me about your scheme to flush out the
dirtbag.”
Jax’s features grew stony with
understanding. “So now you need to tell
Mac, Junior that she really remembered what the Slasher looks like.”
“Um-hmmm. And since he knows where Brenda lives…..”
“He’ll come after her.” Jax’s voice was clipped.
“But we’ll be waiting for him.” Mac pointed a finger at Jax. “You HAVE to make Miss Barrett understand
that we won’t let anything happen to her!”
“You bet your @ss we won’t.” Jax eyed Mac frostily for ten more seconds
before whirling to leave the office.
“Jax!” Mac’s call made Jax freeze in the doorway and turn back. “I don’t…….” He looked down, clenched his fists again, and when he looked back
up again, tears glinted in his eyes.
“Serial killer or not, he’s still my SON, Jax! I don’t want some half-cocked rookie taking a pot shot at
him. He deserves a fair trial – no
matter how bloodthirsty his crimes have been.”
Jax’s chin firmed but then he grimaced
and nodded brusquely. “Agreed. I’ll only use officers I can trust for the
bust. And I’ll make sure they
understand that Junior is to be taken alive, if possible.”
“Thanks, Jax.” Mac exhaled quickly. “I guess it’ll be good to get this out in
the open – and have it over with.”
“Yeah.” Jax’s thoughts flew to a dark-haired beauty waiting for him at
the Port Charles Hotel. “Have it be
over for all of us.”
*~*~*~*~*
“You’re KIDDING me!!”
V sat on the edge of the sunken
bathtub in the middle of the Honeymoon Suite’s “living room.” Her chin was cupped in her hands, her eyes
round with amazement. “How much do you
think I could get for my Malibu Ken doll?”
“Depends on the condition.” Brenda scooped up double handfuls of
luxurious bubbles and blew them away playfully. “If it’s still in the original box and has all the marketing
materials that came with the doll – anywhere from $500 up.”
“HOLY SMOKES!!” V laughed giddily and cradled her head in
her hands. “I never realized that my
old doll collection could bring that much money!”
“Well, we’d have to find the right
buyer, of course,” Brenda added seriously.
She leaned back in the tub, sinking her shoulders beneath the
lavender-scented water. The few wispy
tendrils of hair she allowed to escape her upswept bun curled riotously around
her ears. “If you like, I could make
some discreet inquiries with a few of my fellow dealers – just to see if anyone
would be interested in that particular style of doll.”
“That would be FANTASTIC, Miss
Barrett!!” V stared off somewhere over
Brenda’s right shoulder and sighed.
“Just think -- if I could sell just a few of those old dolls, I could
put the money away in a long-term CD and have a nifty nest egg by the time I’m
ready to retire!”
The sound of a key in the door to the
suite made V scramble to her feet.
Brenda muffled a yelp and sank lower in the tub. As V reached for the Glock pistol at the
small of her back, the handle turned and the door opened just a crack.
“I smell that girlie perfumey stuff I
love so much!! Are you decent, Laura,
honey?”
Brenda’s eyes grew as wide as saucers
at the sound of Jax’s voice. She shook
her head briskly at V in the negative and pointed towards the bathroom. “Uh…….not quite, Luke,” she called
nervously. Then, she turned to V in
full panic mode. “Get me a towel!” she
growled softly. “NOW!!”
“Well, ready or not, here I
come!!” Just as V followed Brenda’s
orders and disappeared into the bathroom, Jax bounded through the front door of
the suite. He closed it behind him,
apparently not noticing that Brenda had turned as red as the Christmas
poinsettias in the lobby. The sight of
Brenda’s bare shoulders rising from the fragrant bubbles in the tub made him
pause momentarily as his too-long-denied libido went into overdrive.
“Jax!
Lieutenant! Sir!!” V’s cheerful greeting sounded like a cannon
shot in the silent room. She rubbed her
collarbone briskly with her free hand while juggling a fluffy white bath towel
in the other. “You …..uh……” As Jax slowly started to advance, V rushed
towards him and tried to put herself between her senior officer and a certain
Brunette Temptation named Barrett. “We
didn’t expect you back this soon!”
The hint of a smile curled his lips
upward. “Yeah……obviously.”
“Well……” V was gesturing wildly in her nervousness. “Miss Barrett was just getting kind of
anxious and I thought that maybe ……. well, I mean since we didn’t expect you
back this soon…….and since the suite is paid for and everything……”
“V!!”
Jax held up a hand to stop the avalanche of excuses. “It’s fine.” Brenda felt his gaze burning into her back and sank even lower in
the tub. “You can go now.”
“Go?!” Brenda shot up a little – at least, as far as the height of
bubbles and common decency would allow.
She pointed towards V. “You
mean, you’re back, like in everything’s finished?”
“Yep.” Jax shoved his hands in his jeans pockets.
“Already?” Brenda’s voice squeaked a little.
“Yep.” Jax smiled mischievously as he reached out to take the towel from
V. “I’ll take over from here.”
“Yessssss, sir……” V looked hesitantly from Jax to Brenda and
back again. “I’m….uh……..” She laughed loudly as Jax took the towel
from her. “I’m sure you will!”
To Brenda’s dismay, Jax retained
possession of the towel as he walked V to the door of the suite. She chewed on her lower lip, debating
whether she should try to make a mad dripping dash for the bathroom. But just as she was gathering her courage
and gripping the sides of the tub for momentum, the door slammed shut, prompting
her to sink back down in the scented froth again.
“Sooooo……” Jax strode back to the tub.
He slipped off his bomber jacket, tossed it – AND the towel – on a
nearby chair, and then settled – much to Brenda’s consternation – on the side
of the tub next to her right arm. “Is
it working?”
“Excuse me?” Brenda paddled at the water a little, trying to stir up more
bubbles to replace the ones that were disintegrating far too quickly for her
demure taste.
“The bubble bath…..” Jax raised his eyebrows innocently. “Is it working? To relieve your stress?”
“Yeah!” Brenda smiled brightly.
“It’s wonderful!” Then her
expression changed from sprightly to serious as she momentarily forgot about
her predicament. “But what happened
with Mac? Why aren’t you all tied up
with fingerprinting and mug shots, booking him for all those murders?”
“Because it turns out that Mac wasn’t
the Slasher after all. His son is.”
“His son?” Brenda frowned. “Are you
sure?”
“The kid’s a dead ringer for his old
man.” Jax rose slowly to his feet and
started unbuttoning his shirt. “There’s
this picture of the kid on the wall in Mac’s office, and if I hadn’t seen the
building in the background, I would have sworn it was the Commissioner
himself.” When he shrugged out of his
shirt, his broad chest glistening in the flickering candles Brenda had lit for
relaxation, she felt like somebody turned up the temperature in the tub 1000
degrees. “The kid’s been coming home a
lot more often from college this year, and his trips coincide with the dates
the murders were committed.”
“Amazing…….” Brenda’s head bobbed up and down like a plastic dog on the back
deck of a car. When Jax started to
slowly slide the zipper on his jeans down, she swallowed hard. “Uh, Jax…….what are you doing?”
He froze just for an instant, his
hands on the waistband of his jeans, and stared matter-of-factly into her
eyes. “I stink.”
“You WHAT?”
“I said, I stink.” Brenda felt her heart rate at least double
as Jax shimmied the jeans down his legs.
Although he was still clad in his navy satin boxers, she could see clearly
see that cleanliness wasn’t the only thing on his mind. “After I spend any time at all in the
precinct, I always feel like I smell like cigarettes and cheap booze from all
the bums.” He hooked a thumb in the
elastic of his boxers. “Mind if I join
you?”
“You……you…….” Brenda swallowed once and tried to appear
nonchalant. “Well, I’m…..uh……I’m not
sure that there’ll be room in here for the both of us…….”
“Ohhhh, I think we’ll manage just
fine,” Jax replied with a confident smile.
He quickly rid himself of the boxers, giving Brenda a glimpse of heaven
before he disappeared into the bubbles at the opposite end of the sunken tub.
“Jax!” Brenda squealed in spite of herself when she felt his bare toes
slide up the side of her leg.
“You know, I’ve got an idea……” In the wink of an eye, Jax pulled on
Brenda’s ankles, dragging her body towards him. Before she could register a complaint, he caught her around the
waist and nestled her onto his lap, straddling him intimately.
“Jax……” His name came out on a soft whimper as Brenda felt his impressive
masculinity settle against her tender, responsive flesh. “I don’t……”
“You don’t think this is better?” He lifted her gently out of the water, his
hands still at her waist, and then lowered her again, rubbing her already
swollen and aching breasts against the golden fur of his chest. “Because I can stop if you want me to…….”
“…..don’t stop don’t stop don’t
stop…….” Brenda gripped his shoulders
tightly and moaned aloud when Jax traced a path down the front of her neck to
bathe the hollow of her throat with his tongue.
“We’ve denied ourselves for long
enough, Brenda,” he crooned, pulling away just long enough to reach a hand out
of the tub. He fumbled momentarily in
the pocket of his jeans for something and then smiled triumphantly. “Now that we know who the Slasher is, and
that he’s miles and miles away from us……”
“So, you mean that it’s
safe……..*we’re* safe, and we can……..”
Brenda moved her hips in anticipation against Jax’s body, trying to
soothe the need that had raged in her ever since their first kiss.
“Yes.” He gave her another broad smile and a long, drugging kiss after
protecting her. “NOW we can.”
She watched the intense delight wash
over his face as he purposefully lifted her again, then lowered her with
exquisite slowness. Her own pleasure
spiraled upwards as he filled her at an oh-so-leisurely pace until they were
completed joined. Once he had her
firmly in place, Jax placed his hands at her breasts, drawing them to his
seeking lips.
She had never felt so safe. So feminine. So powerful, and yet so overpowered. Brenda’s senses soared as the water swirled and eddied around
them with their movements. Jax’s hands
left her breasts and slid down to grab her hips again, setting up a new rhythm
that made her catch her breath. Reeling
from the intensity of the pleasure, she placed her hands against the flat of
his chest for balance, her thumbs brushing against his dark brown nipples.
Her touch drew a guttural moan from
deep within Jax as his excitement rose.
“Ahhhhh, Brenda……..I want to get lost in you and never find my way
out.” His hands slid even further down
to cup her bottom to increase the speed and power of their joining. It was almost more than Brenda could
stand. Her eyelids fluttered as a
joyful cry of fulfillment pierced the heady silence in the room.
Brenda’s head drooped forward onto
Jax’s shoulder as it was his turn to hurtle towards release. When it came, she held him tightly, feeling
him shudder as he murmured his love to her over and over. “I love you, too, Jax,” she whispered,
trying to control her ragged breathing.
“I love you, too.”
*~*~*~*~*
Something
in your eyes makes me want to lose myself,
Makes me want to lose myself in your arms ………
“Your brother-in-law is going to KILL
you when he sees this hotel bill!”
Brenda giggled as the juice from a
luscious strawberry dipped in champagne dribbled down her chin. She sat cross-legged on the enormous
heart-shaped bed with Jax, both of them wearing the complimentary white terrycloth
robes that the hotel provided. It had
been long after dark – almost 8 o’clock – before they called a temporary halt
to their lovemaking and decided to summon room service and much-needed food.
“Well, if he DOES decide to do me in,
at least I’ll die a happy man!” Jax retorted.
He refilled a flute of champagne, handed it to Brenda, and then
proceeded to do the same for himself before clinking it against hers in a
toast. “I don’t think I’ve EVER been as
happy as I am right now, Brenda,” he whispered, staring deeply into her eyes
before giving her a champagne-flavored kiss.
There’s something in your voice makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feelings lasts the rest of my life………
Brenda reverently traced the side of
his face with her fingers. “I DO love
you, Jax,” she confessed softly. “You
left me so fast this morning that I didn’t get a chance to say it back to you!”
“I wasn’t quite sure…….” He grinned and stared down into his lap
self-consciously, a shock of blonde hair falling down over his forehead. “Well, I just didn’t know how you’d feel
about it.” His eyes suddenly misted
over. “Brenda, I didn’t think I would
ever feel this way about someone again…….not after Miranda.” His chin quivered ever so slightly. “For a long time, all I wanted to do was
die, too. I guess I felt guilty that I
was still alive…… and she wasn’t.”
If
you knew how lonely my life has been
And how long I’ve felt so alone………
If you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you’ve done………
“I know.” She cupped the side of his face tenderly and tipped her head to
the side with a smile. “We don’t have
to talk about this if you don’t want to.”
“No!”
Jax placed his hand over hers and then turned towards the side to place
a kiss in her palm. “I *want* you to
know, Brenda!” He took the champagne
glass from her and set it on the floor next to the bed along with his, then
held her hands in his. “I haven’t felt
this perfect …….this *complete* since Miranda died. And now that I have…….”
He raised her hands to his lips reverently. “Now that I’ve found you, I never want to let you go.”
“Jax…..” His name came out on a whisper.
“You know that this all……”
Brenda gestured to the room and its furnishings. “This whole *adventure* doesn’t change the
fact that the Slasher is still out there, and he wants to kill me.”
“But after tomorrow night it’ll all be
over, Brenda!” Jax objected. “The
Slasher will be behind bars and you and I’ll be free to start a life
together!” He gathered her to him and
held her head fast against his rapidly beating heart. “Our perfect, perfect life…….”
Feels
like home to me, feels like home to me,
Feels like I’m all the way back where I come from,
Feels like home to me, feels like home to me,
Feels like I’m all the way back where I belong………
They cuddled silently for thirty
seconds, and then Brenda broke the solitude with a soft laugh. “It’ll hardly be perfect – not with *me*
around……”
Jax pulled back and placed his knuckle
to her chin to lift her face. “What’s
that supposed to mean?”
“Me?
Little Miss Scared-of-the-Outside-World Nutcase?” She gave him a mock scolding stare. “Have you forgotten, Lieutenant?”
Jax grimaced. “I *told* you I was sorry about that,
Brenda, and I meant it!”
“I *know* you are, Jax,” she countered, “and you’ve
been great about my agoraphobia, making sure I’m not frightened about going
places and taking care of me. I don’t
think I’ve ever felt this…….this comfortable, or this *safe* with anyone before
in my life.” She scooched back a little
on the bed and stared down into her lap.
“But I get the feeling that you’re talking about us being together for
more than just a few weeks, and after a while, you’ll get tired of being cooped
up inside that old brownstone with me.”
Her eyes misted over. “Just like
Sonny did…..”
Jax reached out to slide a hand beneath the hair at
the nape of her neck and cradled her head gently. “I’m not like him, Brenda.
I won’t get tired of you, or get bored being in that old clattertrap of
a house all the time……” He snorted
wryly. “If anything, I won’t have to
worry about you going out and getting ……well, having some drunk driver take you
away from me.”
Brenda blinked back tears. “I guess neither one of us is exactly perfect, are we?” Jax laughed softly with her and shook his
head. “I mean, I’m afraid of the big,
bad world, and you’re …… you’re……..”
He chewed on his lower lip and then sighed with mock
sadness. “Deathly afraid of
cockroaches.”
“Cockroaches?”
Brenda’s eyes widened and she wiped at her eyes with the back of one
hand. “You’re afraid of *cockroaches*?”
“Yep.” Jax
nodded somberly. “Can’t STAND the
little buggers, pardon the expression.”
He sighed. “Gotta have Blue
stomp on all the little blighters down at the PCPD while I stand *way* up on my
desk chair to make sure they don’t touch me with those big feeler things they
have up on their heads!”
Brenda stifled her giggle as best she could. “And just what do you do if Blue’s not
around to kill one, Lieutenant?” She
glanced over his shoulder towards the door to the suite and wove her fingers
gracefully in the air in front of his face.
“Or what if I told you one was creeping towards us even as we speak,
waving its little antennae like mad, just looking for YOU?”
“I’d say…….”
Jax thought for a moment. “I’d
say I’d have to GRAB you and THROW you on the bed to save you from the big, bad
cockroach monster!!” he yodeled, demonstrating his technique on Brenda as she
squealed with laughter.
A window breaks down a long dark street and a siren wails in the night
But I’m alright cause I have
you here with me
And I can almost see through
the dark, there’s light………
They fell back onto the bed together, a tangle of arms and legs and hands and warm, half-naked bodies. Jax slid Brenda beneath him, seizing the opportunity to lick the tender, sensitive flesh behind her ear. Then he nipped the point of her chin before trailing kisses down the front of her throat to the shadowy valley of her breasts inside the robe.
“Jax…….”
“Hmmmm…….you say that a lot, you know.” His blonde head was buried between her
breasts. “But go on – I’m listening.”
“You can listen……”
Brenda gasped and took a long, shuddering breath when his tongue did
delicious things inside the robe.
“…….but I’m not sure I can talk when you’re doing that!”
“Then don’t talk.”
Jax gave the belt of her robe a yank, revealing her flushed body to his
sparkling eyes once more. “You are SO
perfect. SO beautiful.”
“Jax,” Brenda suddenly gasped. “We CAN’T do this!”
“Why not?”
He raised his head. “I stopped
by my apartment on the way over here from the station, so we don’t have to
worry about protection anymore……”
“No, it’s not that!” Brenda seized his blonde head as he lowered it towards her
breasts again, forcing him to look into her eyes. “It’s……it’s……” She
glanced upwards at the mirror over the bed.
“It’s THAT thing!”
Jax’s eyes lifted towards the reflective monstrosity
over the bed. “It bothers you?” He smiled again wickedly. “Just ignore it!” he chuckled, and then dove
towards her body again with hedonistic relish.
Brenda’s eyes slid closed as Jax stroked her breasts
gently, circling them with his long, lean fingers, inching ever closer to the
centers. But when he pulled away to
shed his robe and she opened her eyes languidly, the magic spell broke and she
shot straight up in bed again. “Jax! I just……I can’t!” she cried, shaking her
head firmly. She glanced up at the
mirror. “I can’t ignore it and I
just……well, I feel like some kind of pervert or something!”
Jax grimaced and settled back on his haunches, his
hands planted on his thighs for balance.
He thought for a moment and then smiled at her. “I’ve got an idea.” Not at all bothered by the fact that he was
naked as a jaybird, he bounced out of the bed, strode over to the entertainment
center and fiddled with the knobs until he found some sultry, seductive jazz on
the radio. When he turned back to her,
Brenda couldn’t tear her eyes away from the love that was shining in his.
And how long I’ve waited for
your touch,
When Jax returned to the bed, he removed Brenda’s robe slowly, placing kisses along the tender flesh of her shoulders that he revealed as he did. He joined her in the bed, laying her on her back as he settled on his stomach on her left side. “Just relax, Brenda,” he crooned in her ear as his left hand splayed over her stomach while her breasts swelled in anticipation. “Lie back and watch – watch me love you.”
“Jax, I……”
“Shhhhh……” Jax swallowed her objections, sinking his tongue deeply into her
mouth while his hand found her throbbing softness. His kiss plunged and then retreated, teasing Brenda into a
mindless ache that only his loving could soothe. When he broke the kiss and nestled his face in the crook of her
shoulder, her eyes fluttered open and focused on the mirror above them.
He talked to her – whispering his
praise, his love, how her response to his touch thrilled and excited and
pleased him. As Brenda’s chest began to
rise and fall more rapidly, she watched Jax’s fingers explore and caress the
swollen folds of her most feminine place.
She saw his body flex and clench next to hers, the muscles golden and
glowing with a fine sheen of perspiration in the candlelit room. Her hands moved unconsciously to his
shoulders when his thumb probed, swirled, and found the one spot that, in his
words, “made her make those silly little noises in the back of her
throat.” Still he kept encouraging her,
murmuring erotic suggestions that brought a deeper blush to her cheeks and sent
images through her brain that only intensified the pleasure.
If
you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought I’d love anyone so much………
When he finally moved over her to make
them once yet again, she was more than ready.
“Watch us, Brenda,” Jax whispered in a husky, hitching voice. “Watch how perfectly we fit together.”
Feels
like home to me, feels like home to me
Feels like I’m all the way back where I come from………
She followed his instructions, her
mouth forming a perfect “O” at the sight of their pleasure. It was almost surreal – the feel of Jax
loving her, the sound of his love chant in her ears, the taste of his salty, glistening
skin, the sight of their bodies joined in the most intimate, most traditional
of ways. When fulfillment came, there
was light and heat and a sense of drowning in the most perfect pool of pleasure
they had ever experienced.
Feels
like home to me, feels like home to me
Feels like I’m all the way back where I belong………
When rational thought returned, Brenda
stroked her fingers through Jax’s damp blonde hair lovingly. “Thank you…….for loving me.”
He chuckled softly. “I think that’s supposed to be my line, love.” He pushed the hair back off her face and
placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.
“Just 24 more hours and this will all be over and we can be together,
Brenda. Remember that.”
She nodded somberly. “24 more hours. And then we’ll be happy.”
Feels
like I’m all the way back where I belong………
To be continued……
Music credit: “Feels Like Home,” written by Randy Newman,
performed by Chantal Kreviazuk on the “Dawson’s Creek” soundtrack.