Racing Hearts (Hollows Garage Book 3)

Jax was going to be the death of me.

I always thought my type of guy would be someone like me. Someone not so smiley, less extroverted and friendly. But, unfortunately, I was pretty sure my type now was Jax.

Whatever made Jax, Jax seemed to be everything I liked.

The way he made me always feel more confident, and more like myself. The way I wanted to spend all my time with him. How good he looked today in his hoodie with his hat on, somehow making his blue eyes stand out even more. I hated it. I hated feeling this way at all, but even more with someone so amazing. I hated that I wanted every single thing he was suggesting.

He pushed up the sleeves of his hoodie, revealing the strong, perfectly sculpted forearms that I spent way too much time looking at. My body flushed as my eyes moved up to the small tattoo at the base of his throat again, the hoodie hanging low enough to show it off.

How could one person look so effortlessly hot? I looked like I just rolled out of bed.

As soon as Kye put the car in park, Jax was in motion. He lifted Riot out before grabbing our bags, holding them in one hand as the other strong hand around mine, pulling me with him with a smile.

“Come on,” he said, nodding for me to follow as everyone headed inside.

I stopped to take it all in. The cabin was cute, more modern than the rustic cabin I had pictured, but it was still cozy. The Fall weather had taken over the mountains, the air was colder here, and the leaves were all shades of orange, yellow, and red. It was beautiful.

Ash walked in behind us. “There are five rooms, so everyone should have their own bed, but not their own room,” she said, smirking at Jax and I. “You two can discuss amongst yourselves, but Carly, you’re either sharing a room with Jax or Scout.”

Ash walked away and Jax held out my bag.

“You can choose where you want to stay, but I can promise to pick up exactly where we left off, and I’m honestly the best at cuddling. Plus, I will still honor my bodyguard duties in the event of serial killers.”

“Wow, you really seem to have a lot to offer,” I said, grabbing my bag and walking around him into the room. “I’m really curious if you can deliver on all of that.”

The door slammed shut behind us and before I knew it, I was being tackled to the bed.

I caught a glimpse of Jax’s smiling face before he was kissing me. His hands moved up from my hips to my breasts, taking my shirt with it.

The self-conscious thoughts started to take over, but then he was biting my lip and groaning as his hand slipped under my bra.

As soon as his fingers moved over my nipple, I gasped, arching up for more.

“All I want to do is kiss every fucking inch of you right now.” His hand moved up my thigh and over my pussy, moving right over that sensitive spot that made my hips push up with a gasp. I was still fully dressed, but every caress burned into my skin.

His head dropped to mine. “You’re going to kill me with that sound. I’m already desperate for it again.”

He moved like he was about to do exactly that when a knock came from the door.

“Carly!” Scout yelled, making us both freeze.

“Yeah?” I asked, surprised she was looking for me.

“Girl gang meeting downstairs. Come on,” she yelled.

“Right now?” Jax asked, pushing his hips down into me enough that I could feel how hard he was already.

“Yes, right now. We have important girl stuff. Come down or we are coming up.”

His forehead fell to mine again with an annoyed groan as I laughed. “I’m guessing they are completely serious about coming up here?” I asked.

“Oh, they will kick the door down just to spite me,” he said, smiling as he kissed me again.

“But we have all weekend to continue this?”

“Yeah, we do, and had I known you were going to change your mind about me this weekend, I would have gladly found us our own cabin to stay in.”

My hands splayed on his chest as he pulled me up, kissing me once before stepping back. “You better go down there before they come for us. I’ll find you after you are done.”

Twenty minutes later, I was sitting on Ash’s bed, listening as they talked about some guy that Ash knew and who he was dating now, but I was too lost in thought to care.

I was hopefully hours away from losing this stupid virginity tag that I had been unwillingly carrying around for the past few years.

It wasn’t that I hadn’t wanted to lose it, but it had only grown harder as the years went on and my insecurities only got worse.

But now there was Jax, and he seemed to help with that. It was hard to care about your insecurities when someone like him was all over you.

I looked around at the girls, who were still talking as Ash did her nails.

“Hey,” I said, waiting as they looked at me. “I think I need your guy’s help.”

I WALKED out onto the back patio of the cabin, trying not to immediately turn around when I realized all the guys were farther out in the yard around a small fire.

This was supposed to be a confidence boost, but the thought of taking off this hoodie and only being in a swimsuit in front of four incredibly good-looking guys was intimidating enough. Add in the fact that I actually liked one of them, he might actually like me, and there was a huge chance of losing my virginity to him made this all worse.

I shut the door as quietly as I could, not wanting any of their attention on me. Maybe I could be half confident and slip into the hot tub without any of them noticing.

I had already negotiated for the hoodie being on. When I asked the girls for help and tried to find my confidence, their plans ranged from Quinn suggesting I drag Jax back to a bedroom and getting naked, to Ash’s suggestion of walking out in a bikini, and announcing that I needed to see him.

I said I would meet in the middle and go to the hot tub, wear the swimsuit, but hide in the hoodie until I was about to get in. When Ash tried to protest, I had to boost my own confidence and say that if Jax liked me, he was going to like me hoodie or no hoodie. That made Ash relent and agree, which was great, but I wasn’t even sure I believed it myself.

The plan of getting into the hot tub before anyone was ruined when Jax turned to me the second I stepped out. His hungry eyes took me in as he stalked closer.

“Hey,” he said, smiling hard. “That’s my hoodie.”

“Yeah. I figured you would be okay if I used it tonight. Hopefully?”

“More than okay. I really want to kiss you right now,” he said, stepping closer.

“In front of your friends?”

“You kissed me in front of Scout and Kye. I was assuming you were fine with it now.”

“That was a little impulsive of me. I didn’t think you would want your friends to know.”

His smile grew. “Why would I care? They would find out eventually. You can see that secrets are hard to keep around here. And I’ve been waiting hours to see you. You have somehow stayed hidden away, even though we are stuck in the same cabin together.”

“I had a few things to do.”

“Really? Long list of chores to do at a random cabin in the woods?”

“More like a really long pep talk before I could face you again.” His eyebrows shot up at my confession.

“Because you decided that you don’t like the things I said and need to let me down easy, or because you want to put them into action?”

“I was leaning towards the second option,” I said, as he reached over, tugging on the zipper of the hoodie down and peeking inside.

“Damn,” he whispered. “You’re about to get in the hot tub, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

He stepped back, bringing me with him as he moved towards the hot tub. The hot, steaming water looked perfect to slip into as my feet started to freeze on the concrete.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he took off his shirt.

“Did you think that I wouldn’t be going in with you?”

He kicked off his boots next and pulled me into him. “Are you taking this off and letting me fully see what you have on underneath?”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” I said with a hard shake of my head.

He gave a quiet laugh, leaning down to my neck to kiss it once. “How were you planning on getting in, then?”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t see me until I was already all the way in. Hidden by water and darkness.”

“And miss you unwrapping yourself like my own personal present? Why?”

I only glared, not wanting to say how insecure I currently felt. I already confessed enough earlier. I wasn’t going to repeat it.

“Aww, come on,” he said, pulling me against him. “Don’t look at me like that. Scowling is one thing, but upset scowling is another. You’re beautiful, Carly. Every single part of you is perfect. I dream about it. Crave it constantly. Want it all for myself.” He leaned in, kissing my forehead and distracting me as grabbed the zipper and pulled, undressing me in one motion. “Now you came out here to get in the hot tub. Come on, get in.”

I tried to take a deep, calming breath, but then he was pulling off his belt.

“What are you doing?” The devilish smirk as he undressed right in front of me was making me forget how to move.

“We have already established that I am going in with you.”

“Naked?” I asked, my throat tight.

He laughed quietly, hooking his thumb in the waistband of his jeans and pulling them off.

“I was going to keep my boxers on if that’s okay with you?” he asked, still laughing as he reached up and moved to pull the hoodie off of me completely.

“I think if you took them off right now, I wouldn’t be getting into the hot tub with you.”

“No? Would you be running to hide away?”

I looked him over, somehow finding my confidence again, even when he was looking at me with his cocky grin. His eyes were heavy and his fingers ran up my arm, making their way to my neck.

“I was going to say I would probably want to skip the hot tub and head right to the room,” I said.

I wanted this. I wanted this all to happen so much, but admitting it was like saying all my deepest fears out loud.

He fell forward, his arms wrapping around me as he pretended to fall more into me with a groan. “Every fucking time you surprise me with that dirty mouth. Is there another way I can convince you to skip the hot tub?”

“No,” I said with my own smirk. “I think that would be the only way.” I moved back, stepping around him and slipping into the water as fast as I could.

He groaned again, jumping in next to me. “Fine. I should probably slow myself down, anyway. All I can think about is bending you over the side of this thing until you scream, but I’m assuming that would be frowned upon.”

“Yeah, I feel like your friends wouldn’t love that,” I said, laughing as he moved in close. My face flushed, but I tried to stay calm and keep my cool. “Do you think about these things often?”

“More often than I should.” His words were quiet as his hand moved to my thigh. “But my grumpy little witch finally told me that I could share those thoughts, so prepare to hear an endless string of possibly incoherent dirty thoughts.”

“And do you always do what you’re told?”

“Maybe when it’s coming from your mouth.”

His fingers were moving in lazy circles on my thigh. I was already so turned on that it wasn’t helping me focus. “So what if I tell you to move your hand higher? What would you do?”

His hand froze before he moved, sliding higher until his fingers were running along my swimsuit. “I guess I could do what I was told, obviously. How high do you want me to move? Here?” he asked, running his hand back and forth along my pussy, the swimsuit putting way too much fabric between us.

“Close,” I said.

He moved my swimsuit aside, his hand finally moving along my wetness.

“Right here?” he asked with a groan. “You’re already so wet for me.”

I leaned back further, trying to quiet my moan as he moved over my clit.

“Are you going to be good and stay quiet if I fuck you with my hand?”

I shook my head, knowing that I didn’t stand a chance being quiet enough if he kept touching me like this.

He laughed, biting at my neck. “Such a brat, never able to do what you’re told. Always talking back and not listening.”

“I thought that you’re the one that’s supposed to do what you’re told, not me,” I panted as his fingers pushed against my entrance.

“Only when you’re giving the commands. When you’re laid back begging for more, then you do what I say. Now be quiet while I fuck that perfect pussy with my fingers.”

Before he could move, the back door shut, the girls walking out and heading right towards us.

“Looks like our private party is over,” he said quietly, adjusting my swimsuit back into place. “Unless you’re ready to go to bed?”

Ash walked over, handing us both a cup. “These are for you two,” she said, handing us both one.

“I think we’re staying here for now,” I whispered.

His lips moved to my ear, quiet as he whispered to me. “Fine. I’ll allow one drink before I take you to the bed and make you come all over my cock.”

“You’ll allow it?” I said. “Looks like I’m having two drinks now.”

He laughed softly, throwing an arm around me while everyone else got in and started talking.

“You know, if you don’t listen, you have to be punished. I think that’s the rules.”

Each whispered word sent a shiver through me, and I was already debating on telling him it’s time to go to bed. I had never been so ready to be naked with someone, every time in the past always making me more self conscious than excited. Now, though, with Jax’s hand moving in lazy circles on my shoulder and dirty words being whispered in my ear, I was about to drag him away.

“Does that rule apply to you, too?”

He leaned back, blowing out a deep breath. “Damn. Yeah, I guess it does. It absolutely fucking does,” he said, loud enough that everyone turned to him.

“Need another drink, Jax?” Ash asked as everyone else broke out into laughter.

“Yeah, I definitely do,” he said as she got out to get more. He sat against me, not moving away, and talking to everyone until we finished the drinks Ash had brought back.

Another twenty minutes went by before I found the least suspicious break in conversation. “I think I’m done,” I said. “I’m going to head to bed.”

They all said their goodbyes and grinned as Jax got out with me.

“Fucking finally,” he said, trailing behind me as I dried myself off and headed inside. “I was starting to worry that you were changing your mind.”

“What made you think that? Because I wasn’t trying to feel you up the entire time like you were to me?” I asked with a small laugh as he shut the door behind us.

“How can I not when you look so damn good?”

As soon as we were away from the door and windows, he started pushing me back, walking me to the bedroom as he ripped my top down until my breasts fell out.

“Fuck, more perfect than I remember,” he mumbled, leaning down to take my nipple into his mouth. His tongue rolled, and he nipped, making me stop and moan.

“Have to keep going. This isn’t our apartment, so I have to get you into the room,” he said.

I laughed, moving again as he grabbed my hips.

“All I have wanted is to touch you like this. It’s been driving me out of my mind,” he said. We made it to the room, but he kept moving until I was falling back onto the bed.

I laid back for a second as he moved around.

This was it.

I’d been waiting years to feel this comfortable with someone, and somehow that someone was Jax. Gorgeous, sweet, Jax.

I couldn’t see where he was, but I felt the moment he got on the bed. He pulled up my leg, kissing from my ankle to my thigh before moving up my body to kiss my lips.

“I have thought about you like this more times than I should probably admit.”

“Why not admit to them?” I asked, realizing the drinks might be taking the edge off a little too much. “I want to hear all the dirty ways you’ve thought about me.”

“If I start telling you those things right now, this entire night might end before it begins because I’ll be coming before I’m even inside you.”

I never romanticized losing my virginity. Honestly, this was probably nicer than anything I imagined with a guy who was better than most of the men I knew combined, but the thought of doing this was making me nervous now. Each second that he kissed and teased me was only making my anxiety worse.

“I really like what you’re doing,” I said as he flicked my nipple with his tongue. “But for tonight, could we skip right to the sex part?”

He laughed, moving up until his lips were against mine. “Are you sure you like it? I’ll do other stuff unless you really are just as ready as I am, and want to get to the best part?”

“The best part.” The calm, slightly drunk part of me liked that. Liked that he could think sex with me would be the best part when the sober part of my brain knew I was not even close to the hottest girl he had slept with.

“You’re so damn beautiful and perfect. I can’t wait to have you wrapped around my cock. I’ve been dying all night next to you.”

He sat up, the bed moving as I heard him unwrapping something.

Thankfully, he remembered a condom because, between my anxiety and the drinks, I forgot pretty much everything besides freaking out that this was happening.

In seconds he was back over top of me, wrapping one leg around him and positioning himself at my entrance.

“One hundred percent sure you want this?” he asked, leaning down to kiss me.

“Yes, one hundred percent.”

With that, he pushed forward, moving slowly as my body tried to adjust to him. Each inch was slow and painful, but I tried not to make a sound.

I didn’t want him to stop, and I knew he would if he thought there was a problem.

“Fuck, you are tight,” he whispered, pushing into me harder.

I sucked in a hard breath. I wasn’t naïve to sex exactly, but when it came down to it, I was still nervous.

He pushed his cock farther into me with another groan, and my body tensed.

“Sweetheart,” he said, pushing deeper. “You already have a fucking death grip on me.”

“Sorry,” I breathed, trying to remember if it was in through the nose or out. Pain shot through me, and it took everything not to pull my hips away.

“Sorry? I assure you that is nothing to be sorry about. I’m sorry that I’m going to last all of a minute. Fuck, you feel so good.”

 He pulled out once and slammed back into me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, the pinching pain getting worse.

I was suddenly regretting my decision not to tell him the truth when he slowed again, the pace steady now. It gave me time to take another deep breath, and this time felt better, the pain easing and a wave of pleasure breaking through.

I couldn’t hide my squeak as he picked up the pace.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I think you are just bigger than I expected.”

At least, I thought he was. There wasn’t exactly a long list of comparisons for me of real men. If we are comparing this to toys, though, there is a very large difference.

“You stroke my ego as good as your pussy strokes my cock,” he said, slowing down. “I’ll go easier.”

He pushed again, moving into me so slowly, giving my body more time to adjust. It eased the tension in me, letting a strange pleasure take over.

It wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable now. His lips found my neck, kissing me with each thrust, the feel of both together only heightening my pleasure.

It was so sudden, the change from pain to pleasure, that before I knew it I was the one moving, forcing him into me faster.

“Jax,” I breathed, feeling like I was walking off a cliff and needing him to hold on to.

“Does that feel better now, sweetheart? All wrapped around me, and taking me so good? Your pussy’s so greedy, holding my cock so tight that I can barely move. I could stay here forever.”

“Jax,” I said again, knowing it was louder that time but unable to care.

“That’s it. Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you grip my cock even harder as you come on me.”

I understood dirty talk. I liked to think I could do it myself, but getting told these dirty things while he was actually inside of me was different. Each word brought me closer to the edge of that cliff.

He curled his body over me, fucking me faster as his lips came to my ear.

“I should have known you would be a good girl when you finally got my cock. Always a brat, running your mouth to me, and now you can’t say anything but my name.”

By the time he finished his sentence, I was falling apart. My body was tightening and I could feel how hard I clamped down on him.

My hands grabbed for his shoulders, holding on as pleasure ripped through me, sending me into darkness as I yelled his name.

His mouth came down over mine, stifling my yells and moans as he rocked into me harder.

He groaned, slowing down until he stilled inside me.

“You’re amazing,” he said, finally pulling away from me.

I could barely keep my eyes open, my body light and still humming with pleasure.

Jax laughed. “You look amazing, too. All satisfied and sleepy. I’m going to get a washcloth. Don’t move.”

“A washcloth for what?” I said, trying to make sense of the world again.

“So I can clean you up? I’ll only be a second.”

He left, shutting the door behind him as I rolled to look at the ceiling.

I didn’t know if it was the sex or the alcohol, but I felt so good that I didn’t even want to try to move.

I was officially not a virgin, and letting that title go felt like letting go of one more shred of who I used to be in the best way.

He came back in a few minutes later, sitting next to me and pulling my legs apart.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking care of you. Would you rather take a shower?”

“No. This is okay.”

He moved the cloth over me, leaning down to kiss my thigh before moving to the other side.

“Did you want to get sleep or go back out with everyone?”

I laughed. “If you think I can walk right now, you’ve lost it. I’ll stay here. Feel free to go back out with them.”

“Not a chance. I was hoping you would want to stay here. I never know if you’re trying to run, though.”

“After that, I don’t think I’ll be doing any running tonight.”

He groaned, pulling me close against his chest and kissing my head.

“Perfect. So fucking perfect,” he said, keeping us tangled together as I drifted off.