Falling Away
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I felt a hand on my tush and glanced around, nearly stumbling over a log, to see Jax reaching out, pawing me through my short black shorts.
“How’d you like it if I felt you up in public?” I teased. I heard him laugh.
“You’re lucky I’m not yanking that bikini string loose. Red is my favorite color on you,” he teased.
“Well, don’t get too excited, mister,” I advised, pulling down the visor on my baseball hat. “I want to hike to the falls after we’re down here.”
“Your ass is vibrating.” He changed the subject as he picked my cell phone out of my back pocket.
“Hey,” I scolded, dropping the mattress next to the tent and turning around. “Phone, please.”
I held out my hand, smirking and tapping my foot, but I stopped when I saw Jax scowling at the screen.
“Why is Liam calling you?” he asked as the phone stopped vibrating in his hand.
I dropped my hand and narrowed my gaze thoughtfully. “I don’t know.”
He held on to the phone, straightening his back and looking down at me. “How often does he call?”
I took a deep breath, not liking his tone. “Why don’t you check my call log to see for yourself, Jax?”
Dropping my gaze, I put my hands on my hips and waited. I had no idea why Liam was calling. It was the first time, and if he’d left a message, I had no interest in hearing it.
But Jax wasn’t inquiring. He was interrogating, and he had no reason not to trust me.
He handed me my phone. “I don’t want to invade your privacy.”
“Too late,” I mumbled, bending down to pick up the mattress again.
But he hooked my arm with his, bringing me back up. “Hey,” he soothed. “I’m sorry. I trust you, okay?” He tipped my chin up. “Other guys shouldn’t be calling my girl, though. What would you do if Cameron or another past hookup was calling me?”
I pursed my lips to hide the smile, but he still saw it.
“Oh, that’s funny?” he joked.
“No.” I wrapped my arms around his waist. “You called me your girl.” I nodded, waggling my eyebrows. “And,” I continued, “you’d better believe this little wallflower will cut a bitch with that knife of yours if anyone lays a hand on you.” I darted out, catching one of his nipple rings in my teeth and sucking.
He gasped in surprise and then chuckled, wrapping his arms around me. “I never would’ve thought.”
“What?” I played, holding the barbell between my teeth.
“I don’t like aggressive women.” His voice was low and thoughtful. “I never have. I’m sure you know why.”
I stopped and tilted my head back, looking up at him. Yeah. I knew why. And I could understand it.
“But you?” He ran his finger over my cheek. “It’s different. I like it when you’re nice, but I love it when you’re rough.” He leaned down to whisper in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, “So, just a warning … if you bite my nipple piercings one more time, the thin walls of the tent will do nothing to drown out how hard I’m fucking you.”
And then he backed away, everything in his eyes telling me that his threat for today was a promise tonight.
“I don’t think we’re going the right way,” Madoc whined as we wound our way through the forest, traveling steadily uphill.
“We’re following a trail, Einstein,” Jared called back. “I’m not carving this baby out for the first time. Relax.”
The intimate hike I’d been hoping for consisting of just Jax and me didn’t happen. Instead of a quiet jaunt into the woods and maybe a sexy swim in one of the pools at the bottom of the falls, we were a group six strong with Jared in the lead, followed by Tate, Fallon, Madoc—because he wanted to stare at his wife’s butt—and then Jax and me.
“Well, Jax should be leading,” Madoc called out. “His people have skills. Like bear whispering and understanding messages in the wind and shit.”
“Nah,” Jax joked. “But I can weave a damn nice basket.”
Everyone chuckled, but I simply smiled. I was feeling more and more a part of the group as time wore on, but they’d all spent loads of time together, and I was still trying to find my place.
And—looking up—I smiled, liking my place so far.
Jax was wearing long black cargo shorts, hiking shoes, and a dark gray backpack on his naked back. I looked much the same, except I had my red bikini top with my black shorts and backpack. My white baseball cap was pulled over my hair, which I’d stupidly left down, and I was sweating already.
We needed a swim. The temperature at this elevation wasn’t stifling, but the exertion certainly helped toward making it unbearable.
“Well, I’m getting tired,” Madoc carried on. “I was told we were doing water sports. On the beach. Beer and Jet Skis. That’s my thing.”
“Fallon, take care of your baby,” Tate called back. “He needs a breast to suck on.”
“Madoc, stop whining,” Fallon scolded. “We haven’t even gotten to the switchbacks yet. You think this is tough?”
“What the hell is a switchback?” Madoc shot out. “It sounds like a snake.”
We laughed, but then Jared called out, “K.C., you still with us?”
“Juliet,” everyone shouted, correcting him.
I laughed. “I’m here,” I assured him. “I did my nails and makeup waiting on you slowpokes.”
“How’d you like it if I felt you up in public?” I teased. I heard him laugh.
“You’re lucky I’m not yanking that bikini string loose. Red is my favorite color on you,” he teased.
“Well, don’t get too excited, mister,” I advised, pulling down the visor on my baseball hat. “I want to hike to the falls after we’re down here.”
“Your ass is vibrating.” He changed the subject as he picked my cell phone out of my back pocket.
“Hey,” I scolded, dropping the mattress next to the tent and turning around. “Phone, please.”
I held out my hand, smirking and tapping my foot, but I stopped when I saw Jax scowling at the screen.
“Why is Liam calling you?” he asked as the phone stopped vibrating in his hand.
I dropped my hand and narrowed my gaze thoughtfully. “I don’t know.”
He held on to the phone, straightening his back and looking down at me. “How often does he call?”
I took a deep breath, not liking his tone. “Why don’t you check my call log to see for yourself, Jax?”
Dropping my gaze, I put my hands on my hips and waited. I had no idea why Liam was calling. It was the first time, and if he’d left a message, I had no interest in hearing it.
But Jax wasn’t inquiring. He was interrogating, and he had no reason not to trust me.
He handed me my phone. “I don’t want to invade your privacy.”
“Too late,” I mumbled, bending down to pick up the mattress again.
But he hooked my arm with his, bringing me back up. “Hey,” he soothed. “I’m sorry. I trust you, okay?” He tipped my chin up. “Other guys shouldn’t be calling my girl, though. What would you do if Cameron or another past hookup was calling me?”
I pursed my lips to hide the smile, but he still saw it.
“Oh, that’s funny?” he joked.
“No.” I wrapped my arms around his waist. “You called me your girl.” I nodded, waggling my eyebrows. “And,” I continued, “you’d better believe this little wallflower will cut a bitch with that knife of yours if anyone lays a hand on you.” I darted out, catching one of his nipple rings in my teeth and sucking.
He gasped in surprise and then chuckled, wrapping his arms around me. “I never would’ve thought.”
“What?” I played, holding the barbell between my teeth.
“I don’t like aggressive women.” His voice was low and thoughtful. “I never have. I’m sure you know why.”
I stopped and tilted my head back, looking up at him. Yeah. I knew why. And I could understand it.
“But you?” He ran his finger over my cheek. “It’s different. I like it when you’re nice, but I love it when you’re rough.” He leaned down to whisper in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, “So, just a warning … if you bite my nipple piercings one more time, the thin walls of the tent will do nothing to drown out how hard I’m fucking you.”
And then he backed away, everything in his eyes telling me that his threat for today was a promise tonight.
“I don’t think we’re going the right way,” Madoc whined as we wound our way through the forest, traveling steadily uphill.
“We’re following a trail, Einstein,” Jared called back. “I’m not carving this baby out for the first time. Relax.”
The intimate hike I’d been hoping for consisting of just Jax and me didn’t happen. Instead of a quiet jaunt into the woods and maybe a sexy swim in one of the pools at the bottom of the falls, we were a group six strong with Jared in the lead, followed by Tate, Fallon, Madoc—because he wanted to stare at his wife’s butt—and then Jax and me.
“Well, Jax should be leading,” Madoc called out. “His people have skills. Like bear whispering and understanding messages in the wind and shit.”
“Nah,” Jax joked. “But I can weave a damn nice basket.”
Everyone chuckled, but I simply smiled. I was feeling more and more a part of the group as time wore on, but they’d all spent loads of time together, and I was still trying to find my place.
And—looking up—I smiled, liking my place so far.
Jax was wearing long black cargo shorts, hiking shoes, and a dark gray backpack on his naked back. I looked much the same, except I had my red bikini top with my black shorts and backpack. My white baseball cap was pulled over my hair, which I’d stupidly left down, and I was sweating already.
We needed a swim. The temperature at this elevation wasn’t stifling, but the exertion certainly helped toward making it unbearable.
“Well, I’m getting tired,” Madoc carried on. “I was told we were doing water sports. On the beach. Beer and Jet Skis. That’s my thing.”
“Fallon, take care of your baby,” Tate called back. “He needs a breast to suck on.”
“Madoc, stop whining,” Fallon scolded. “We haven’t even gotten to the switchbacks yet. You think this is tough?”
“What the hell is a switchback?” Madoc shot out. “It sounds like a snake.”
We laughed, but then Jared called out, “K.C., you still with us?”
“Juliet,” everyone shouted, correcting him.
I laughed. “I’m here,” I assured him. “I did my nails and makeup waiting on you slowpokes.”
