SWNOVELS Bound: Chapter 4
We don’t see Kai for the rest of the journey, and there’s an uneasy roiling in my stomach that has nothing to do with the rough motion of the boat. I can see the worry in the others’ faces, in the wrinkling of their brows, and the tightening of their muscles.
Although the yacht put down the anchor about twenty minutes ago, the island can only be reached by a smaller craft such as a jet-ski, which is exactly what we shall be using.
“You’re with me, Princess,” Ash tells me as we step onto the lowest deck. There’s an open panel in the side of the yacht, Ketut waiting off to one side, and four jet-skis already bobbing in the water next to us.
Ash passes me a life jacket, as Loki strolls past us, grumbling about not being quick enough.
“Thanks, but where are yours?” I ask, seeing Loki get off the boat sans life jacket.
“Put on the jacket, Princess,” Ash the Ashhole orders me, a smirk firmly in place. I roll my eyes, earning the narrowing of his, but do as he says. I really want to see his dick piercing, so compliant Lilly it is!
Kai comes down the stairs, drawing all eyes to him as he walks past Ash and I with a tight smile, climbs on a jet-ski, waiting for Ketut to unhook it, and then it roars off, carrying him off into the dark night with a spray of salt water.
“Something’s not right, Ash,” I say, rubbing my arms, feeling cold all of a sudden.
“I know, Princess,” he replies, taking one of my hands and squeezing it gently, before leading me to the water. “Fuck, he reminds me a little of Luc before…” he trails off, his shoulders tight and his jaw clenched as he watches Kai disappear into the darkness.
I reach out and cup his cheek with my free hand.
“It won’t come to that, Ash. We won’t let it,” I tell him vehemently, and his jaw eases a fraction at my declaration.
“I hope so, beautiful. I really do,” he sighs a great heaving sound, then rolls his shoulders before putting a smile back on his face. “Come on, get on.”
He lets go of my hand, stepping away to get onto the jet-ski, then holds his hand out to me. I take it, my pulse racing as I step behind him and sit pressed up against his back, my hands wrapped around his trim waist. It’s my first time on a jet-ski and excitement fizzles through my veins.
“The first one there gets Lilly for dessert!” Loki yells, before gunning his engine, and zooming off.
“Fucker!” Ash shouts over the roar, then we’re off at breakneck speed. I grip tighter as my heart leaps, and my stomach flip-flops as we race in the dark, the stars and moon our only light.
“Are you sure that this is safe?!” I shout, leaning closer so that Ash can hear me. My fingers instinctively curl tighter into his linen shirt, uncaring if I leave it all crumpled.
I feel him chuckle, his back vibrating against my front as he just guns the engine more, making us go faster, and a squeal leaves my lips. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t exhilarating as hell. My whole body feels alight with nervous excited energy, my heart thrashing in my chest as we speed through the night.
Within minutes, we are pulling up beside a wooden pier, Loki leaning against one of the tall wooden posts, arms crossed over his chest, and a smug as fuck grin on his face. I look around, noting with a frown that Kai is nowhere to be seen.
There are several posts, torches on every other one lighting up the way along the boards. They lead right up to a huge bush, standing at least ten feet into the air, with an archway carved into it. Peeking above the bush, is the outline of a peaked thatched roof, which must be the villa and as with most things of theirs it looks fucking huge. Snort.
Ash kills the engine, then grumbles as Loki takes the rope he throws, and helps guide the ski, tying it off. Loki then reaches out his hand, pulling me up and into his arms in a single smooth move.
Helping me out of the jacket, he pulls me close, and then leans in, whispering into my ear, “I’ll claim my prize once Jax has said hello.” He bites my lobe, sending shivers rippling across my body, like the trails we left in the water with our jet-skis.
“Lilly,” a voice deep as the waters that surround us says, and my head whips round to see Jax strolling down the jetty. My eyes drink him in for a second, noting that he’s trying to test my sanity by wearing loose grey sweatshorts, and nothing else, which is obvious by the tantalising outline of his huge cock.
I tear out of Loki’s arms with a half sob, half laugh, and run to Jax, throwing myself at him. Luckily he catches me, wrapping his huge arms round me, although he does stumble back a step, which makes me begin to pull back in concern.
“Shit, Jax, I’m…” Before I can finish my sentence, one of his big hands comes up between us and grasps my throat, using his grip to pull me in for a searing kiss.
He forces his tongue into my mouth straight away, leaving me no option but to open up to him and let him plunder my mouth. I gladly give him full access, loving the taste of his kiss after all this time without him, the intense worry, making the wait extra fraught. He tastes like the safest place in the world, like being wrapped up after being out in the cold.
My hands claw at his biceps, trying to get even closer, and his grip on my throat tightens just enough to let me know that he’s in charge of this reunion.
Warmth pools in my centre, dampening my knickers as my whole body feels alight, even though there is a slight chill in the nighttime air that pebbles my skin. I want to, no, need to feel him everywhere, and I let out a frustrated moan at the clothes that separate us.
His hardness presses into my lower stomach, letting me know that he’s on the same page, and when he grinds his dick into me, I break the kiss with a gasp.
“Jax, fuck. I need you, Jax. So bad,” I pant, feeling wild in my desire.
He leans back with a smirk, and I notice the tiredness in his eyes, even though they’re sparkling with lust as well. I almost hesitate, but his other hand leaves my waist to snake round the front of me, dipping into my harems, and under the waistband of my underwear.
A rumbling growl sounds in his throat as he makes contact with my slick folds, his pupils going wide when more juices flow out of me at his simple touch. I’m so wound up, so fucking needy for him, that I’m almost climaxing from his fingers alone.
“Jax…” I plead, my hips moving and seeking more. I hear groans behind me, looking up to see Ash and Loki, their eyes blazing heat.
My attention returns back to Jax when he pinches my clit, a sharp cry leaving my lips at the addition of pain. I’m like a bitch in heat, needing to reassert our bond and mark him, having him mark me in return. My nails rake lightly down his arms, his whole body shivering as they leave red trails in their wake. I can’t help the purr that sounds in my own throat as my eyes follow the lines.
A deep chuckle tumbles from his kiss swollen lips, his fingers continuing their dance around my nub and along my slit, but never going deeper, leaving me desperately wanting.
“I wanna hear you beg, Baby Girl. Beg for my fingers, for my cock,” he orders gruffly, still teasing me, and denying me what I desperately need.
“Jax, please. Please give me your fingers. I need your cock so deep inside me that I can’t fucking breathe,” I rasp, looking him straight in the eyes. His smile turns positively feral, but he doesn’t relent, still tantalising me until I feel like crying.
“Loki,” he rumbles. “Condom.”
“Why the fuck do you all assume I have them on me at all times?” Loki asks in exasperation, but when I turn to look at him with a—are you serious?—look, he’s pulling a foil packet from his chino shorts pocket. He walks towards us, then holds the condom out to Jax.
“Take it, Baby Girl,” Jax commands me, his tone telling me that if I want what he’s not currently giving, I best follow orders.
“Yes, sir,” I say, a touch of snark in my tone as I do as he says. I just can’t help myself, clearly.
His eyes narrow and his nostrils flare.
“For that, you’ll get one clit orgasm, but no prep for my, what do you call it?” he asks, looking all kinds of smug. “Oh, that’s right, my monster cock.”
I swallow hard, but I can feel wetness seep from me at the threat, even though given my experience with that cunt, Robert, I know how fucked up it is to get turned on by consensual non-consent. Although, the keyword here is consensual.
“Oh, you like the idea of me forcing my cock inside your tight pussy, do you, baby?” he questions huskily, and I whimper.
He’s still not giving me what I’m craving, and as he’s maintaining eye contact, he sees every glimmer of frustration that crosses my face. Fuck, at this stage, he’ll brush my clit and I’ll fucking come all over him. I nod my head.
“I want to hear you say it, beautiful.”
“Yes,” I murmur, my mouth dry.
“Good girl. Put the condom on my dick, Baby Girl,” he tells me, licking his lips.
It takes me a couple of tries to open the packet, my hands are trembling that much. Finally, I take the rubber out, and after checking it’s the right way up, I look down between us to Jax’s massive erection, straining against his shorts. There’s a spot of dampness on the fabric, right over the top of his cock, which I know is precum, and if Jax didn’t have such a tight hold of my throat, I’d drop to my knees and lick the salty drops that are bound to be smeared all over his tip.
I lick my own lips at the thought, earning dark chuckles from all three boys, Ash behind me and Loki in front.
“Don’t worry, baby. Plenty of time for me to choke you with my cock later,” Jax assures me as I lift the waistband of his shorts up and over his hard length, leaving them to drop to the floor.
Taking his solid member into my hand, I relish the silky soft feel as I wrap my fingers around him, the tips not touching because he’s just that big, and pump up and down a couple of times. I moan at the same time he does. God, I’ve missed this cock!
“Keep that up and I won’t make it inside you. Baby Girl,” Jax rasps, his hand flexing on my throat, tightening so I can no longer move my head.
Although tempted to torture him a little more, I want to feel him push his way inside me, so I stop playing and roll the condom on. He’s breathing pretty hard, and before I can ask if he’s okay, Loki, the wind-up merchant, pipes up.
“Sure you’re fit enough, big guy? I can always take over for you if you’re struggling. We all know blue balls over here ain’t of any use.”
I hear two low growls simultaneously, and I look up to give Loki a cut it the fuck out look.
“Eyes on me, Lilly,” Jax tells me. My attention snaps back to him, at the same time his finger picks up speed, circling ever faster but avoiding my nub until I’m a squirming, panting mess.
“Jax…” I plead in desperation, begging with my eyes for him to let me come.
Without any warning whatsoever, he presses down hard and gets exactly what he ordered moments ago. I fucking shatter with a cry, soaking his fingers, my knickers, and I suspect my harems, as the mind-blowing orgasm sweeps over me, making the stars overhead shine brighter.
Before I can come down from the heavens, Jax lets go of my throat and is tugging my harems and knickers off, helping me to step out of them and my flip-flops, my legs trembling. With a strength that is reassuring given his withdrawal, he picks me up, his huge hands under my thighs, my arms instinctively wrapping around his thick neck, my legs round his waist. He walks us to one of the huge wooden posts, slamming my back against it with a jarring thud.
I barely have time to take an inhale when he’s nudging my entrance with his bulbous tip. He lets out a hissing growl, pushing forward and I can feel my pussy walls stretching almost painfully to accommodate him. Due to the lack of prep, there’s a sharp sting as he keeps surging, and I gasp and squirm in his arms, my legs clenching around his waist.
“Stay still, woman,” he snarls as he goes deeper, and my fucking eyes roll when finally, he bottoms out.
“Fuck, Jax,” I moan low, my body relishing the fullness that only he can give. It’s almost too much when he’s fully seated inside me, I swear he touches my cervix, but I love it.
“Jesus, I’ve missed being inside you, Baby Girl,” he confesses, his voice raspy like sandpaper as he starts to withdraw, mindful of my comfort even though he threatened force.
“Show me, Jax,” I urge, grabbing his man bun in my fist and yanking, looking directly into the swirling depths of his blue eyes that flicker in the light from the torches. “Show me how much you’ve missed my cunt.”
His answer is a growl, and he thrusts hard, filling me up and making me scream with the hint of pain and the overwhelming pleasure that follows. My arse is still throbbing from Ash’s attention earlier, the rough wood chafing the marks that he left, and just adding to the delicious sensations that are running all over my body.
True to my request, Jax shows me how much he’s missed my pussy. With every powerful thrust and animalistic sound that leaves his lips, he tells me that I am his, and he is mine. I take all that he has to give me, feeling him deep inside me, rubbing and massaging my inner walls, until the wonderful burn of an orgasm builds in my core.
“Jax…” I gasp, my hands letting go of his hair, nails digging into the back of his neck.
“I got you, baby,” he rumbles out.
Without missing a single thrust, he leans in and bites down so hard on my neck, I know that he’s broken the skin. I throw my head back, hitting it on the post as my climax tears through me with the force of a riptide, my mouth open in a soundless scream. My whole body shudders and convulses, my pussy clenching and fluttering around Jax’s huge member, gripping him so tightly that I’m surprised he can continue.
But he does, not letting up, and sucking my neck so that my orgasm keeps rippling over me, almost becoming too much. Finally, after a few long minutes, he thrusts deeper than he has done so far, a whimper leaving my lips just as a roar leaves him, and he stills.
We stay connected, panting and trying to come back to the pier, the Indonesian night wrapping around us in a comforting embrace, the sound of the waves lulling us into a trance-like state.
I feel a cool drop on my overheated skin, landing on my shoulder. For a moment, I panic, thinking that Jax is crying for some reason, but then another lands on my knee, and another on my head, until all of a sudden the heavens open, and rain pelts down on us.
A joyous laugh tumbles out of me, my head still tipped back and my eyes closed, letting the rain cool me and wash over my body. Jax nuzzles my neck, a spike of pain flaring where he bit me.
“We should probably get inside, Baby Girl,” he raspingly says into my ear, and I shiver at the sound combined with the feel of cool rain.
He pulls out, helping me down and stabilising me on unsteady legs. Looking down, I can see he’s still pretty hard, the condom filled with his cum, slightly dangling off the tip. I smile as my idea from earlier pops back into my mind.
As Jax reaches down, I grab his wrist, halting his movement. He looks up at me in confusion, then a heat enters his lust filled eyes as I sink down onto my knees before him. Carefully, I take the rubber off, holding it upright, then roll my eyes back up and watch him as I lick his dick clean. He twitches like he wants to pull away, but instead, he wraps his hand in my hair.
I finish with a final lick to the tip, noticing that he’s almost fully hard again. Then, keeping eye contact, I bring the condom up to my lips and tip it so that his cum flows into my mouth. His eyes widen, nostrils flaring, and the hand in my hair tightens, as I lower my hand, opening my mouth so that he can see the salty liquid on my tongue before I close my lips and swallow.
I hear two groans next to me.
“Did you just…” Loki trails off, and I look over to see him with his dick out, his own cum glistening on the tip.
“We should get in from the rain,” I hear Ash order, his voice husky, but sounding pissed off.
“Just because you’ve got frozen blue balls, Vanderbilt,” Loki grumbles, putting his dick away.
“Or it could be because Lilly is shivering and her lips look blue,” Ash deadpans, stepping up to me and holding out his hand. I can’t help but notice the boner he’s sporting, poor man.
His words set the guys in motion, Jax’s hand falling from my hair as he pulls up his shorts. He reaches down, grabbing my knickers and harems, then frowning when he realises how wet they already are. Ash helps me up, having taken off his shirt and wraps me in it. It reaches to just below my arse so I’m somewhat covered, and he tucks me under his arm, all of us tramping down the jetty towards the entrance to the villa whilst the tropical rain pours down on us.
JAX
I pull the sleeping beauty closer to me, wrapping myself around her soft, naked body and taking a deep inhale of everything that is Lilly as I listen to the rain that still pours outside the open window. My body starts loosening up as her smell settles into my soul after the past two weeks of hell.
I breathe a sigh of relief that Lilly and they guys weren’t here to see the more serious withdrawal symptoms. An image of lying on the floor, curled up into a ball crying with the pain in my joints and muscles flashes across my mind, my arms pulling her even closer as I bury my face in her ginger scented hair—fucking Ash.
The symptoms have eased, the only reason that I agreed to seeing everyone, although as tonight seems to be proving so far, the insomnia is still going fucking strong. I’ve been swinging between being wide awake to sleeping for what’s felt like days. And the mood swings have been off the charts.
Part of the other reason for seeing the guys, especially Lilly, is my hope that it’ll help to stave off the depression that’s been looming over me the past few days. I can already feel Lilly’s magic working, weaving over me like a spell of protection. Ash was right when he called her a pixie, and I am willing to surrender myself to her fae powers.
“Jax…” she moans sleepily, and it’s so damn sexy that I can feel my dick stirring against her ass. At least reduced libido is one symptom I’m not suffering from. “I can practically hear the cogs in your mind whirling.”
“Sorry, Baby Girl,” I mumble in her ear, loving the way her back arches into me. “Can’t sleep,” I tell her with a sigh.
She turns around so that she’s facing me, her face outlined in the soft light that’s filtering in from the hall. God, she’s so fucking beautiful. It blows my mind that she’s even in my bed, let alone that she loves me. I am the luckiest fucker alive, even if it’s not felt like it the past few weeks.
“You look tired, love,” she says, a cute as fuck frown creasing her brow. I swear my heart skips a beat when she calls me that. I want to hear it on her lips for the rest of my life.
Her hand comes up to cup my face, and my breath stills gazing into her hazel eyes, seeing the love shining in them. Before Lilly, no one had ever touched me with affection, not that I can remember anyway. Maybe my mom used to, but my sperm donor soon beat that out of her, telling her it would make me soft.
Suddenly, an idea springs to mind, and my skin gets itchy with the need to be outside with my girl.
“Will you come with me, baby?” I ask her softly, watching every thought that crosses her stunning face. “I want to show you something.”
“Of course,” she says with a smile. “I’d go anywhere with you, Jax.”
The truth of her words hits me square in the chest, the trust that she’s placed in me makes me feel as though I’m ten feet tall. I give her one last squeeze, placing a quick kiss on her lips, then get up and help her out of bed, grabbing some clean sweatshorts and pulling them on whilst she dresses in a tank and tiny shorts that have me rethinking my plans.
I grab my phone, then pull her out of the room and head towards the front door. The lodge is quiet, everyone else having gone to bed long ago and giving me some alone time with her.
She gives me a quizzical look as I lead her to the door, opening it, the sound of the hammering rain filling the quiet space.
“Jax!” she hisses through her teeth, and I pull her out into the downpour. “What the fuck are you doing?” she asks, laughing as I tug her faster, heading for the pier.
A chuckle of pure happiness rolls out of me as we walk along the wooden boards, and I stop in the middle, turning to face her. Her usually bouncy brunette hair is plastered to her head until she resembles a drowned cat, but she’s never looked more beautiful to me. I probably look similar given that she pulled my hair out of its tie earlier.
“One of the few positive things that my shitstain of a sperm donor insisted on growing up, was that I had to keep in touch with my Southern roots,” I tell her, scrolling through my phone until I find the song I’m after. Thank fuck for waterproof iPhones.
There’s that cute frown line again as she looks at me, the beginning of Hard To Love by Lee Brice starting to play. Walking over to one of the posts, I place the device down, then stroll back to her, stopping a step away.
“Dance with me?” I ask, my heart drumming for some inexplicable reason. I’ve never shown anyone this; not even the guys know my love for country swing dancing.
She beams, water cascading down her face as she steps towards me, taking my outstretched hand. We begin to move, slowly at first with a two step, but she quickly picks up the steps, following my lead. She sways her hips like a pro, unsurprisingly, a delighted giggle falling from her lips when I back slide into a pivot and spin her, in front and behind me.
I basic dip her like Prince fucking Charming, and her laughter fills my ears as I bring her back up, stealing a quick kiss. Beaming back at her, I keep leading us, twirling her around me, swinging my hips in time to the beat, the rain falling around us as we dance.
We get lost in our own world, partners in perfect synchronicity until all too soon the song starts to come to a close. I finish the dance, dipping her several times, then pulling her close and slow dancing, our hips pressed tightly together.
As the song ends, I capture her lips with my own, kissing her until I’m lightheaded and we break away, gasping.
“Jesus, Jax,” she pants, her pupils blown and chest heaving, her nipples hard and pressed against the thin fabric of her tank.”How did I not know you could dance like that?”
I shrug, smiling like a loon at her.
“It was my escape growing up,” I confess, my voice low as if worried we’ll be overheard. “Something my father encouraged that I loved doing.”
I suddenly feel shy, exposed, in a way that I’ve never let myself be before and I look out towards the sea, the rain obscuring my view. I feel her hand on my face, bringing me to look back at her.
“It was an escape for me too. Dancing,” she tells me when I give her a questioning look, a soft, gentle smile on her face. “We all need at least one thing that we love doing, Jax. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
I can’t help myself, I lean down and kiss her fiercely again. Could this girl get any more fucking perfect?
Bending down a little more, I pick her up under her thighs, which wrap around my hips, not breaking our kiss as I start to stride back to the lodge.
“Phone!” she gasps, breaking our kiss with a laugh.
Turning back around, I walk to the post, letting Lilly grab my phone, and then turn us back, walking up the pier with her tight in my arms.
“Looks like I’ve made you all wet again, Baby Girl,” I say, trying and failing to hold in the smirk.
“Jax Griffiths,” she laugh-scolds. “Was that a dirty joke coming out of those lips of yours?”
“Sure sounded like one,” I tease, releasing one hand to swat her hard on the ass for being a brat.
She squeals, laughing as I jog the rest of the way up the pier, back to the shelter of our island home.
“I love you, Jax,” she tells me, giving me all kinds of chills as we reach the door.
“I love you, Lilly,” I reply, the words coming easier than breathing as I open the door, walking through and kicking it shut behind me.
And I spend the rest of the night showing her just how much she means to me.