Behind the Lens (Sexy 1)

“I’m the one who got you horny, don’t forget that.” I stand up and walk into the house, even though he is yelling my name. Well, fuck you. I sit on the couch and drop my head back, closing my eyes. I hear the sliding door close, and I lift my head toward the kitchen.

“This is a different side of you.” He sits down next to me and rests his hand on my thigh. I hit it off and move further away from him.

“Your lapdog is gone, so I’m good enough now? Good thing nothing ever happened with us because you obviously will take whatever is in front of you.” I’m picking at the hem of my shirt, avoiding looking at him.

“I’m going to let that go since I know you’ve been drinking. Monica is my friend, just my friend. She is like a sister to me.” The anger starts boiling, and I can’t seem to stop it.

“Really? That’s fucking weird because I sure as shit wasn’t sitting on my brother’s lap.” He reaches for my hands, and I pull them away. He lets out a sigh, and I look over at him and I want to punch him in the face. He’s smirking at me. “What the hell are you smirking at?”

“Kallie Gregory, you’re jealous.” What an idiot. Jealous of what, a lapdog? I don’t think so.

“Jax Burke, you’re stupid.” He laughs. He actually has the balls to laugh at me. “I’m not jealous. I don’t give a shit who you fuck. All I know is it won’t ever be me.” I get up and walk out the front door. I don’t need this shit. I don’t need to feel things toward him that I shouldn’t have in the first place. It is pouring rain, and I don’t even care. I stand in the middle of his yard and turn my head up to the sky, hoping the rain will wash away this pain.

“Kallie, what the hell are you doing?” I turn my head and he’s holding the door open. “Get back in here.” I let out a sarcastic laugh.

“Fuck off, Jax.” I turn my head back up to the sky and let my tears blend in with the rain pouring down on me.

He grabs my hand and pulls me toward him. I snap my head at him and try to pull away. “Not this time, Kallie, this game we’ve been playing is over. No more running.” I pull away again, and he pulls me right to him. “Damn it, stop fighting this.” My tears are unstoppable at this point. I’m so confused.

“I can’t—” He doesn’t even let me continue. He slams his mouth to mine. He pulls me flush against him, keeping one hand on my ass and the other wrapped in my hair. He nips my bottom lip and licks away the sting. He licks the seam of my lips seeking entrance, and with my heart pounding and tears still running down my face, I open my mouth. The second our tongues touch, it is all-consuming. His taste, his hands on me, and his hard body pressed against mine; I can’t get enough. I run my hands up into his hair, and he grabs onto my ass, pulling me even closer. I moan, unable to control myself. It is the most unbelievable kiss I’ve ever had, bringing my entire body to life. He breaks the kiss, moves my hair, and kisses and sucks on my neck. I drop my head back, letting the rain wash my face clean of my dried tears. “Mmmm.” I wrap my arms around his head, trying to keep him there. He kisses up to my ear, kissing me below it like he has many times, before resting his forehead on mine.

“It’s you I want, Kallie. No one else, I promise you that. Give me a chance to prove that to you.” How the hell can I deny him? I’ve just experienced the most intense kiss of my life, with the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, in the pouring rain. I can’t say I’m not nervous, and I don’t have my reservations, but maybe Brinley is right. It may be time to break some rules. With my stomach swimming with butterflies and heart in my throat, I nod my head. He looks at me with wide eyes. “Yes? Holy shit, yes?” His reaction causes me to giggle, and I nod my head again.

“Yes.” He picks me up and spins me in a circle. He doesn’t put me back down when he stops spinning. He looks into my eyes and searches them. I do the same to him, although I’m not even sure what I’m looking for. He slowly leans forward and gently kisses my lips.

“Stay the night with me.” I giggle and kiss his rain-soaked lips.

“Not much of a choice, you’re my ride.” He laughs and holds me up higher.

“Damn right. You ready to get out of this rain and dry off?” I grab tighter around his neck when he lifts my legs, wrapping them around his waist.

“I’m ready.” And I don’t just mean to go inside. I mean to let go, to give this a chance, to find my happiness.

He doesn’t put me down, and he carries me into the house. When he walks in the front door, Blake is sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette. “It’s about damn time.” I look at Jax and smile. He kisses the tip of my nose and kicks off his shoes by the door.

“Better late than never, right, brother?” He gives us a thumbs up as Jax carries me down the hallway to the bathroom. He finally puts me down and moves my soaking wet hair out of my face. “I’ve never seen someone look more beautiful than you do right now.” Holy shit. My heart feels like it might just beat out of my chest. “Take a shower. I’ll go get you a dry shirt to wear.” He pulls a towel out of the closet and puts it on the sink for me. “Take your time.” He kisses my cheek and walks out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

I take off all my clothes and hang them on the towel rack. I set the shower to temperature and climb in. The warm water feels amazing after being out in the cold rain, but hell, I wouldn’t have changed a thing. It was spontaneous, romantic, and completely out of character for me. I know I’m taking a risk here, a huge risk, we both are, but it’s impossible to fight it anymore. I’ve been doing it for months now, and he’s been so patient with me. I’ve never had a guy want me badly enough to wait for me to be ready. It’s a surreal feeling. “Kallie, I’m going to leave this shirt on the sink for you. I, obviously, don’t have any underwear for you, but I gave you a pair of new boxers to wear. It’s the best I can do.” I smile at his thoughtfulness.

“That’s perfect, thank you.” I hear the door close and poke my head out. To my surprise, he’s gone. I quickly wash myself in the soap that smells just like Jax. I rinse off and grab the towel to dry off. Once I’m all dressed in his shirt and boxers, I look at myself through the foggy mirror. I look happy, and being wrapped in his clothes and his scent just may be part of the reason. I dry my hair the best I can with the towel and look for a brush. I actually find one and use it, pulling my hair up into a high bun.

I open the bathroom door and glance down the hallway to see Jax standing in the living room. I head toward him, and he must hear me because he turns around. He gives me a grin, and when I reach him, he wraps me in his strong arms. “I like seeing you in my shirt.” I wrap my arms around him and lay my head on his chest.

“I like being in it.” I lift my head and look at his shirt. “Hey, you changed.” He laughs and leads me over to the couch. We sit down and he pulls me onto his lap.

“I’ve waited too long. I need to feel you.” He kisses my lips and pulls back smiling. “And yes, I changed. Those clothes were drenched.” We laugh and he kisses me again. The guy sure as hell know

s how to kiss. He slowly lowers me to the couch and lies on top of me. Holy shit, having him on me like this is unreal. We are only kissing, but I can feel my body reacting every time our tongues touch. “Damn, Kallie.” I giggle and run my hand down his face.

“No kidding.” He kisses my lips again and rolls so he is now behind me with his arms wrapped around me.

“Want to watch some TV before bed?” I agree and he puts on some tattoo show. It makes me itch to get a new one. I look down at his colorful arms and trace some of his.

“What do all these tattoos mean?” He tightens his hold on me.

“Some are art I loved, some have meanings. Pick one.” I look at everything and point to the bleeding heart. “I got that one after Brody’s fiancée cheated on him.” His heart was bleeding for his brother, damn. I lean down and place a kiss on it. I point to the skull. “I just liked that one.” I search for another one and find a name, Lily. I point to it and he laughs. “That was my dog. She passed away a few years ago. Don’t worry. I’ve never gotten a woman’s name tattooed on me. That’s the ultimate expression of love, I’ve never been there.” That’s a relief.

“It’s going to take a long time to find out what every one of your tattoos mean.” He kisses my neck and rests his chin on my shoulder.