Page 52 of Run For Me (Until You’re Mine Duet #1)

Chapter Fifty-Two

Jaxon

When my phone rings, I’m already out the door. If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t answer. And though I have a feeling what she’s going to say, I answer anyway.

“Sailor, I said I’d call you back.”

“I need to know something first,” she rambles off.

“What?”

I get into my car and wait to start it so the phone doesn’t connect to the Bluetooth.

“Why are you so angry about this?”

“Because I’m tired of people meddling in my business.”

“But if it’s not true, it shouldn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t work like that,” I snap, hating myself for showing this side of me to her.

“It does, if you want it to.”

“No, Sailor. Not everyone is nice like you. There are cruel people out there. People who will do anything to hurt people, and that’s exactly who Mindy is.”

The moment her name comes out of my mouth, I regret it. Not because I don’t want Sailor to know who she is, but because if she tries looking for her, she might find me. Our game is done. Hopefully she’s smart enough to think of that before she does it—if she does it at all.

“But if it’s not true—”

“It doesn’t matter if it’s true,” I say with a bitter laugh.

“It had you questioning me. You wanted to know my name. It’s why you’ve been distant, isn’t it?

You assumed she was telling the truth. You thought I lied to you.

She planted the seed in your pretty little head, and now it will always be there. You will always question me.”

“I won’t.”

“You will, Sailor. I know how this shit works. Stop being so na?ve.”

“I-I… I just…”

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I’m sorry,” I say more gently. “That was mean, and I shouldn’t have said it. Look, let me go handle this situation, and let me come by after?”

“Since when do you ask?” she says, but it isn’t in her normal flirty tone.

“Since I need to know that we’re okay.”

She sighs heavily. “We’re okay.”

“Then I’ll be there in a little while.”

“I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

“Do not leave the door unlocked,” I say sternly. “You know I’ll get in anyway.”

I bang on Mindy’s door so hard I’m surprised my fist doesn’t go through it.

She lives in an apartment on the most expensive side of town, courtesy of her moneybags father. It was a gift for her eighteenth birthday, one that will last as long as she keeps kissing his ass, I guess. It has a private entrance and is on the first floor. Hard to get around here.

“Open the fucking door!” I shout, banging more.

That’s when the neighbor’s porch light comes on and the door opens.

“What the fuck, Jaxon?” Mindy hisses, hiding halfway behind the door.

I shove it hard, forcing it open all the way. She jumps out of the way, and it bounces against the wall. My hand is on her throat before it slams shut.

“Talk to Sailor again, and I’ll cut your whore tongue from your mouth,” I growl, pushing her against the wall.

This crazy bitch has the audacity to smile at me, even though she can’t breathe.

“You think I’m joking, Mindy, but I am so fucking serious it’s not even funny.”

I step back, releasing her throat, and she sucks in air. Red marks spread across her skin and I’m not sorry for it. She does a good job pretending she’s fine, though. Also fucking pretending.

“This is your last warning,” I say before leaving.

A few neighbors are outside now, all staring with concerned looks.

“Whore’s free tonight, if anyone wants a turn!” I shout as I storm toward my car. I hear gasps before I shut my door, then peel out and drive to the edge of town, to Sailor.

If anything will calm me down, it’s her.

I pull into her driveway and dig out the ski mask from under my seat. I keep it in my fist as I get out of the car, knowing she won’t look out to see me. She’s not ready for that yet.

Once I’m in her house, I lock the door and slip the mask on. It’s dark and quiet in here. She must already be in bed. It’s been maybe an hour since I spoke with her, but she could be sleeping by now.

I head through her living room and down the short hall, stopping in her doorway. She’s on her side, her shoulders moving up and down slowly as she breathes.

Definitely sleeping.

Leaning against the door frame, I stand there for a long time, watching her. Thinking of all the things I could do to her. All the things she’d let me do to her, no matter how fucked up they are.

My gaze goes to her doorknob, to the panties still hanging there. I smirk, knowing she’s kept it there as a reminder. I fucking love that, and it gives me an idea.

If she has cum-stained panties, I want cum-stained panties.

I take slow and careful steps into her room, pulling open the top drawer in her dresser to find a pair. I spot some red ones that I like. They’re small. Not a thong, but not big enough to cover her whole ass, either. I bet they’re hot as fuck on her.

Once they’re in my hand, I go to her bed and toss the blankets off her. She groans, her eyes flutter open and she stills, slowly looking up at me. I hold my finger in front of my lips. She blinks a few times, but otherwise doesn’t move.

I push her onto her back, putting one knee on the bed as I drop the panties between her legs. I hook my fingers into her shorts, and she lifts her hips so I can get them off.

“Eyes on the ceiling, little dove,” I tell her.

She shifts down, turning her head to look up at the ceiling.

I lift the bottom part of my ski mask and dip down to lick her.

I swipe my tongue over her clit, and her body rolls with the movement, moaning, so I do it again, over and over until she’s right on the peak.

My finger slips inside her, finding her dripping for me.

That’s when I grab the red panties and carefully work them inside her.

“What… are you doing?” she breathes out.

“Does it hurt?”

“No…”

“Then don’t worry about it.”

I lean down to lick her again, pushing more of the underwear inside her with my finger.

I’m careful, not wanting to hurt her, but wanting these panties drenched, to soak up every bit of her juice for me to have.

When they’re in her all the way, I suck on her clit and bring her to the edge, then pull back.

I do this over and over until she’s screaming and writhing.

The more I edge her, the more soaked those panties will be.

When I finally make her cum, her nails are digging into my scalp through the ski mask, and I know it must feel good. She even calls out my name.

I straddle her legs and press them together using my knees, then pull the mask down to cover my mouth. I free my dick and jerk off.

“Watch me,” I say. Her gaze comes to me, lips parting as she takes me in. She watches my hand, then my face, then goes back to my hand again.

I work my dick hard and fast. This won’t take long, but it never does when I’m with her.

Her hand raises, coming toward me tentatively. “Can I touch you?”

“Please fucking do,” I grit out.

Her fingers graze the skin just below my T-shirt, and she pushes it up to brush over my hip bone. She moves down a little, flattening her hand along my abs and moving up.

“You’re so hot,” she breathes out.

“Fuck,” I groan. “So are you.”

Her nails claw down my stomach, and it sends shock waves through my whole fucking body, nearly causing me to spill my load but I’m holding on.

The innocent and curious look in her eyes is driving me fucking wild. The way she touches me, soft but rough, it’s all her and so sexy.

Her hand comes down, fingers raking through my pubic hair, then back up and along my hip again. No one has ever touched me so gently before, with such soft and careful hands.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I say.

Her eyes dart up to mine, fire blazing in them. “I’m yours.”

“And I… am fucking yours,” I growl out as I come, releasing all over her stomach and tank top.

She moans too, body moving beneath me, almost like she can feel my pleasure too.

When all the cum is drained from my dick, my head falls back on my shoulders, and I take a deep breath. I throw my leg over to get to my feet.

“You’re leaving?”

“Hell no,” I say, fixing my pants and kicking off my boots. I grab a towel from the bathroom to clean her up, then carefully spread her legs. “You have something that’s mine.”

She frowns, and I grip onto the edge of the panties and slowly tug on them.

“Oh, my—oh my god!” I hold them up for her to see. “That was inside me?”

I grin, even though she can’t see it.

All I can see is her gooey white cum all over these panties.

I go to the kitchen, find a storage bag and shove them inside. I leave them on the couch, and I’ll grab them before I go. For now, I’m going back to bed with her until she falls asleep.