Chapter 6
"Yeah, keep walking pal, she ain't for you." Paxton barked out at a very attractive, somewhat young, man that looked back at me after passing us walking around the small strip mall in Darrington. I was still in the skirt and sweater I had warn to school that day, so it took me a second to even realize what was happening. I mean, teacher's wardrobe isn't exactly the sexiest outfits.
I smacked his chest glaring at him. "Paxton, would you knock it off?!"
He shrugged, and winced with the effort. It was Thursday again and though Jyran had taken off a few days to visit family, I was still basking in the glow of our impromptu make-out session. I was being baby sat by Paxton, since he insisted that he could leave the house and we were now in Port Angeles, we were walking around to satisfy his pride but I could see it all over his face that he was already tired. "What? I didn't do anything."
"You promised me." I said glaring at him as I led the way back to the car. I pointed to the passenger side but he glared at me and I rolled my eyes, moving to the other side of the car, letting him drive.
"Promised what? I was informing the guy that he should stop looking because his chances were as a good as a snowball in summer with you." He shrugged and got into the car starting it up. "I was helping him out really."
"Right but you promised that you wouldn't do that anymore, remember?" I sighed looking out the window. "You are no better than my brother's"
Okay I was being dramatic but he was killing my make-out joy pretty quickly. Paxton put up a finger to punctuate his point. "I am much better than your brothers because all I did was warn the guy. If I were any one of your brothers, I would have beaten him."
I grunted and looked out the window to watch the city go by. I knew it was pointless to argue, so I didn't. Besides, I got more things that are important on my brain then the testosterone levels in my immediate family. "What's your problem tonight anyways?" he asked after a few moments of silence.
I shrugged still looking out the window. "I don't know I got a lot on my mind."
"Like… come on Princess, tell me."
"Stop calling me Princess, why do you do that anyways? I haven't been Princess Stanley since Claire was born. She's the baby now." I snapped. Okay that wasn't supposed to come out so harsh but it's out there now, which of course makes me sound like a baby and spoiled princess.
Sigh.
I slammed into the window with the car jerked to the side of the road. I turn to look at Paxton who I hoped was convulsing or dying to give the reason for his actions, but instead he was glaring at me. I held my head where it hit the glass and glared back. "What the fuck was that?"
"What is your problem?" he growled, turning the car off and turning to me fully.
"I didn't have one until you started acting like a Stanley-clone back there. In fact, I was in a good mood!" I yelled at him wincing some because it hurt my head, which just make me madder at him. "I made out with the guy I liked, past even my brief practiced experience. Not brief by my choice since my teacher suddenly pussied out on me." I gave him a pointed look.
"I did not pussy out!" Paxton defended a look of agitation flitted across his face and he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Look, I had to focus on getting better and a woman, any woman, wanting teaching on the things you're asking is just… fucking distracting!"
Okay… A little bit of ouch for the whole 'any woman' comment, but it's Paxton so I am not too offended. Really, it could have been a Hobbit and he would have gone for that shit. This wasn't something I thought of and I could tell he sees that because his face softens some. He takes a breath and pokes my seatbelt buckle making it hiss as it retracts back. I watch as he reaches under his seat and pulls the little arm making the seat slide back all the way. "Come here."
"Huh?" I blink at him not getting it at all.
His hand was on the recliner lever, tilting his seat back some before he patted his lap as if summoning a dog. "Come here."
Oooohhhh.
"Paxton, I didn't mean you had to…" I had no idea what he was trying to do, but the frankness of it was intimidating. I was only experienced in the heat of the moment type things. Paxton rolled his eyes at me and grabbed my shoulders and yanked me over to him. I squeaked and shifted and wiggled over him to find a comfortable spot where the steering wheel wasn't in my back and the shifter and door handle weren't in my thighs.
He hissed quietly and grasped my hips, stopping my movements and giving a small chuckle. "I forget how innocent you are sometimes."
I frowned at him. "I am not an infant."
He grinned up at me and shook his head as if I had apparently just proved his point. "At this angle and this position, trust me I am aware you are not an infant. I just mean you have no idea what you do when you do things." I must have still looked lost because he let his head rest back against the seat and laughed. "You know how sex works, yes? Not personally but the fundamentals behind it?"
I nodded and suddenly got even more nervous. Oh, god we aren't doing that, now were we?! I do not want my first time to be in Paxton's Jeep Wrangler.
"Okay so if you're rocking and grinding on my lap, that is called dry humping and it's very akin to sex, just with clothes on." He explained carefully and the light bulb went on. "Right, I can see you see now what you were doing. I know you didn't mean it but that is what I mean about innocent." I nodded dumbly.
Okay, be aware of my actions. Check, lesson learned.
Paxton nodded back and shook my shoulders lightly. "Relax, I know I am not the guy, but you need to try to just relax. We aren't having sex." I instantly relaxed at those words. Oh, thank god. "Be careful looking so relieved, I might be offended." He joked.
"Oh no, it's not like that, I just wanted the first time to… you know, not be on the side of the road." I said smiling slightly. A small frown graced his brow but was gone again before I could question it. He instead scooted me a little closer. My breath was picking up and we hadn't even kissed yet. It was as if every cell in my body was humming and electrically charged. He lifted my hands to his shoulders and leaned in pulling me to meet him in the middle.
The electricity intensified when our lips met and moaned a little. His hands that were on my hips gave me back my freedom and I scooted closer making us both gasp before kissing again, me slightly rocking against him.
I think it was mostly attributed to how experienced Paxton was, but the feeling travels from my lips to my toes and back up never making past my waist. The pressure and that delicious tingling feeling gathers between my legs and it drives my need to rock against him, shameless even now knowing what I am doing to the both of us. I can feel his hands sliding over my ass encouraging me as my moans get needier.
It was so frustrating. I felt like I needed something and I was so close to getting it but I didn't know what or how to do it. I pulled back, still rocking, and whined some. "Paxton… I don't know how… I need…I don't know."
He was nodding and pulled my shirt up sliding his hands in without looking and cupped each breast squeezing lightly, making me chew my lip. With each thumb and forefinger, he pinched my nipples making me gasp and jerk my hips into him, still not achieving the feeling I needed. I whined again without words and looked at him pleadingly.
He nodded at me again and takes my hand and covers it with his own. He slid it up my thigh and between my legs making my fingers over my mound under my skirt. My eyes go wide and he leans forward biting at my breast through my shirt making me rock again and bingo! The spot I hit with my fingers in the way it exactly what I'm searching for and I do it again moaning out loud. "Yesss…"
"Mmmhmm" he mumbled against me and I caught my rhythm, rocking against my fingers hitting just where I needed every time. He catches my mouth again and we moan together. His hands are on my ass again helping me rock as he rocks up. The pressure is building and he is mumbling nonsense encouragements. When my breath is hitching, I lean my head against his shoulder and my hand and hips worked together until everything went black for a second, screaming out. "Oh fuck, Paxton!"
I didn't pass out but I literally went blind for a second with amazing amount of pleasure coursing through my body. I was reluctant to stop but I couldn't move anymore if I had tried and I fell limp against him breathing hard. I could hear his ragged breathing match mine.
He kissed my neck and gently set me back in the passenger seat. He lay in his seat and looked over at me. I leaned my seat back and looked back I can see the evidence of our time tented in his jeans and I found myself frowning at him. "What?" He said finally snapping at me. We still hadn't moved.
I looked at my fingers and back up at him. "You look… uncomfortable."
He shrugged and gestured with his hands. "Everything still sore and well bab— Princess, you getting off on my lap is sexy as hell and gave me some serious blue balls." I wasn't so innocent to think I gave him some horrible condition, five brothers remember? However, I did feel horrible none the less, because Jeremy says sexual frustration for a guy is particularly painful. I leaned forward and my hand went to his belt.
"Whoa, whoa what are you…"
I ignored him because even if he was still recovering, he wasn't physically stopping me so that tells me he was just protesting for my sake. I push his pants open and he gave up the act and grabbed the back of my neck pulling me to meet his lips. My hand hesitantly wrapped around him and his wrapped around mine showing me how he wanted it. I squeezed lightly stroking up and down as he was showing me.
He moaned into my lips and my ego exploded being able to make a man, especially Paxton, moan like that. I moaned back as he trailed his mouth along my neck and moved my hand faster over him. I saw head lights coming up the road behind us so I ducked low trying to stay out of view.
Paxton saw then too but it was like a trigger, he started rocking hard into my hand and held my hand with his, coming hard with a growl. "Fuckk"
He sat catching his breath a second before pulling his shirt off and wiping my hand with it. The headlights we saw were right up on us, starting to slow down. Shit and I recognize the headlights. Fuck. Sam.
"Sam! That's Sam!" I moved to leap over to my side of the jeep when Paxton stopped me pulling me closer and over him. "You're looking at my stitches because my arm is suddenly hurting."
I nodded silently and did just that realizing we had popped some of his stitches and his arm was bleeding. I reached down and ripped the bottom part of my skirt and started tying it around his bicep snugly.
"Parker! What the fuck are you doing?" Sam's eyes were murderous and he was looking straight at Paxton.
"Sam! No, look his stitches! I am just helping him!" I shouted scrambling to the passenger side of the jeep to avoid Sam's long arm trying to jerk me out of the car. Paxton was half passed out and his eyes kept half rolling back. "Sam goddamnit just look at him!"
He did and I saw guilt pass his face before pushing Paxton towards me until he was practically on top of me and Sam was in the driver's seat. I looked up at Paxton, whose face was close to mine and he winked at me. He still looked like death warmed over but the tired look was more a relaxed look and his face buried into my neck when he pretended to pass out.
"What were you doing out here pulled over?" Sam questioned giving me a quick glance before moving his eyes back to the road.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Sam don't, seriously, this isn't the time for your irrational accusations."
"Parker you're being defensive, which is exactly how you act when you're hiding something." His finger tightened over the steering wheel. I didn't care; I was so beyond done with his protective bullshit.
"Yes, I am defensive!" I hissed at him, ignoring the warning pinch from I go from Paxton. "I am very fucking defensive! You know what, it doesn't even matter! What if I was on the side of the road fucking Paxton?" I shouted.
"Parker! Watch your—"
"I will not watch my tone! I am a grown fucking woman and if I want to sit on the side of the road and fuck Paxton then goddamnit I will!" Paxton started to groan and move but I held him tightly to me. There was no way I was going to let him get involved. I whispered under my breath. "You stay quiet, don't get involved."
"Parker so help me god, if you are not just trying to piss me and this is real, I will fucking kill him, do you know that?" he was all growly when he spoke and his breaths were coming out in short pants. "Family friend or not, no one touches our baby sister least of all a man like Paxton!"
I felt Paxton tense and knew there was very little time before I'm not given the choice of being involved in this conversation. "What is that supposed to mean? What kind of man is Paxton?"
"Oh, he is just like Jeremy! Irresponsible, a tramp! A wolfish womanizer! That's what kind of man that Paxton is!" he shouted pulling over to the side of the road. Fuck this was it. He had given up trying to take Paxton to the hospital. I could see plainly that he was more content with putting Paxton in the morgue.
I opened the door and scrambled out jerking on Paxton's arm to get him out pulling him behind me. "No! Sam if you touch him, I swear I will never come home again!" I screamed at him, but Sam wasn't listening. His eyes were on the now very alert Paxton who was trying to get out from behind me, but I wasn't letting him.
Sam was staring at Paxton with that deadly look. "You have been one of our own for years! This is how you repay us? Defiling the one person we have all sworn to protect against this very thing?"
"Protecting your sister and holding her fucking prisoner are two very different things!" Paxton growled back finally succeeded in pushing me behind him and was now blocking me with his body.
"I will not let you make my sister one of your disgusting toys!" Sam snapped. "She is better than that. Too good for you!"
"It's not like that! Jesus Sam, would you listen to yourself! Do you think she is a mindless moron that will just drop her panties for just anyone!" Paxton shook his head in disbelief but I knew the answer as I looked at Sam. That is exactly what he thought of me.
"You do! You dick…" I whispered shaking my head, angry tears running down my cheeks. "YOU DICK! All of you are so worried about protecting me that me being happy is no longer an option!"
Sam pointed an accusing finger at Paxton, his eyes still not even glancing my way. "This is what will make you happy?" Sam didn't wait for my answer. Instead, he struck, hitting Paxton hard across the face without warning.
Paxton went down hard and Sam grabbed my wrists at the same as he dropped to one knee throwing me over it. I screamed and kicked, even as useless as I knew it would be. "No! Sam, you dick! Don't you fucking dare!"
Sam suddenly froze and I scrambled away to see Paxton holding a huge buck knife against my brother's throat. Paxton wouldn't blink an eye if he chose to finish Sam off right here, because Paxton was out for Paxton, no matter how well he had known you. He had always made that clear.
So that is why his next words shocked me to my toes. "You touch my wife again and I will slit your throat and leave you with a permanent grin."
Sam's eyes snapped to mine and I stood straighter, looking proud of Paxton.
On the inside, I was screaming 'what the fuck?!'.