I had always heard that when you write sometimes your characters will demand to be written. They will command your attention and consume you with a need to tell their story. This has kind of happened with some of my characters, but nothing like Jaxon. Jaxon captivated me.
Jaxon and Maribelle are feeling like they may become something more than just this story. Who knows? But they sure know how to make the best of a rainy day.
Rain on the Tin Roof by Eloisa Hilton
It was hard to start over at forty. I left everything behind. My family. My friends. Everything. I struggled with the decision to leave and after he hit me so hard that I had a concussion and some broken ribs, my best friend Wanda helped me pack a suitcase and leave. Once I got to Upton, it seemed like a good place to land. Small town. Not a ton of people, which hopefully meant not a ton of questions.
It was my turn to restock the shelves at the store. It was so hot outside that I was grateful that Ed let me work inside instead of out in the garden part of the feed store. I was tasked with checking all of the horse tack inventory so Ed could place the order. I was lucky and landed this job when I moved out here after my divorce. I needed a fresh start. Ed paid me enough to pay the rent on my small cottage rental and my other expenses.
I was up on the step stool reaching up to count the cow rope halters when I lost my balance. I fell backwards and expected to fall smack on my ass. But instead I was caught by a pair of strong arms.
“Careful there,” a deep voice said. “You ok?”
Out of reaction, my hand went to his chest. It was hard. I turned and looked into his whiskey colored eyes, the wrinkles around his eyes, the result of working for hours in the sun, matched the smile that crept over his face. He had a thick salt and pepper beard that highlighted his tan skin.
“I’m fine.” I managed to get the words out, my breathing heavy. “I think I can manage standing up.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” He put me down gently, effortlessly. “I didn’t mean to hold you that long.”
“It’s fine.” I looked down. “I should get back to counting,” my eyes roamed back up to his and they locked. “Thanks for saving my life.”
“Anytime.” He tipped his hat. My knees were weak. “You new here?”
“Yeah. I just moved to town about a month ago. I’m usually in the back.”
His eyes twinkled. “My name is Jaxon,” he extended his massive hand.
“I’m Maribelle,” I said as I reached out and let his rough hand shake mine.
You could tell a lot about a man by his hands; the kind of person they were. Jaxon’s nails were clean and trim, his palms calloused. If I had to guess, he worked hard with them. Very hard. His grip was firm, but gentle and it sent shockwaves to my core. My breath caught.
“Nice to meet you, Maribelle. I hope to see you soon.”
“I’ll be here.” I sounded like an idiot as I felt my shoulders creep up. Lord help me, he smirked.
I walked over to the counter and told Jo that I needed some water.
“Girl, we all need water after Jaxon comes in.” Jo fanned herself.
“What’s his story?” I asked, desperate for information. “Is he older than me?”
“He is older. Late forties, I think. And recently single.”
“No. Never married. His long-time girl left him for some man in the city. The smile he gave you was the first I’ve seen in a year.”
I felt heat creep up my cheeks. “You saw that?”
“Maribelle, everyone in the store saw him cradle you; and the smile that followed.”
“I’m not about that. I just want to do my job.”
Jo’s eyebrow cocked up, “Whatever you say. Did you finish counting the rope?”
“Yes. I managed to do that before I fell. Be grateful. He saved you from a Workman’s Comp claim.” I grinned.
“Right. He definitely did that.” She smiled. “Mari be careful. I don’t think he’s ready to get involved with anyone. This is the first time I’ve seen him come to the store himself. Normally he sends one of his ranch hands to put in the order.”
“A man is the last thing I need.” That’s what came out of my mouth, but my body felt different.
A week had passed, and the cowboy hadn’t come back in. I couldn’t help but think of how good it felt to be in his arms. He held onto me effortlessly, like I was some skinny girl that weighed nothing. Not the curvy woman that I am.
I decided to go to the diner for breakfast. Jo had gone on and on about how good the pancakes were, and I had a little extra cash. I brought my coffee cup to my lips when he came in. Fitted t-shirt. Fitted jeans. Boots. His arms were sculpted perfection, fighting to be restrained by the fabric of his shirt. My breath caught when he tipped his ballcap to me and walked towards my table.
“Can I join you?” He said.
Jo’s words echoed in my head. It’s breakfast, I thought. “Sure,” I responded trying not to let my face give away my excitement.
“Thanks,” he said as he removed his hat from his head and sat down across from me in the booth.
“I hear the pancakes here are incredible.”
“Best pancakes I’ve ever had. Is that what you’re getting?”
“Uh huh.” I nodded, losing the battle to the grin that escaped.
He grabbed the menu and ordered not only pancakes, but eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast. I observed everything he did. He took his coffee black. I couldn’t stop looking at his eyes. We talked about farming. He told me about his cattle and that the farm had been in his family for years. I sat and listened eagerly to the passion in his voice about his work. We sat there laughing and talking for well over an hour.
“Do you need to get to work?” Jaxon asked.
“No, it’s my day off.”
His lips curled upward all the way to his eyes. “Want to come out to the farm?”
I bit my bottom lip. I wanted to see the farm that had this man so enamored. “Right now?”
“Yeah. Is that ok? I don’t mean to intrude If you have other plans.” His whiskey eyes dead locked with mine.
My day was wide open, but I didn’t want him to know that. I ran my tongue on my bottom lip before I spoke up, “Well I did have an errand…”
He interrupted, “We can try another time.”
I felt my eyebrow go up. “You didn’t let me finish. It’s an errand that can wait. I want to know all about your farm.” I felt a smile crawl across my face.
His eyes looked at me intently. Heat crawled up my spine and into my cheeks. The waitress brought our checks and he quickly picked them both up.
“I can pay for my own breakfast, Jaxon.” This wasn’t a date. That’s the last time I ever remember a guy paying for my meal and it didn’t end well.
“Maribelle, my Dad taught me how to take care of a lady. Rule one is that she never pays.”
Oh, my name off of his lips. It sounded melodic; a song that only he could play.
“But this isn’t a date. It’s two people having a meal.”
“Feels a bit more than that to me, hun.” He waved the check at our server to take.
“What does it feel like to you?”
“It feels like I want to get to know everything about you. That makes this a date, lady.” I took a deep breath in and out. A smile appeared on my lips and he cocked his eyebrow. “Let’s get out of here.”
I sighed and nodded. The waitress brought our check back and we left. He insisted on driving us after we walked out. He walked me over to his truck and opened the door, helping me in. His hands got me. They we hard and rough, but gentle. Jaxon held my hand as I climbed up into the truck as though it were a delicate flower he didn’t want to crush. A swarm of butterflies took residence in my stomach as he shut the door to the truck and walked around to climb in on his side.
We drove for what seemed ages. He had such a weird mix of music. It was classic rock and then country. And everything in between. There was no rhyme or reason as to what came on the playlist. I tried to focus on the music, on the scenery as we drove far out into the country. Field after field passed through the window. I turned to look at him. His muscular arm pulling at his shirt as he drove. His rough hands on the steering wheel. He grinned.
“Maribelle, what’s on your mind?”
“Nothing.” I lied. So many things were running through my mind. I was in a truck with an incredibly hot man that I couldn’t believe I was with.
“Tell me your story. What brought you here? Nobody comes to this town on purpose.”
“I’d rather not. You’d let me off right here and make me walk back to town.” I looked down. He reached over and grabbed my hand, brought it to his lips. I sighed.
“Try me, girl. We all have our dark stories. Mine would scare you to death.”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m here. Not going anywhere.”
I looked over at him and he was looking straight at me as the truck bumped over the dirt road we were on. Intuition told me I could trust him. The only person that knew this story was my best friend from back home, Wanda. I bit the inside of my cheek. A tear escaped down my cheek and I hurried and wiped it away, praying that he didn’t see it. He turned down a long driveway.
“We’re at my farm. I’m going to stop the truck so I can give you my full attention. It looks like you’re carrying quite the load. I might could help.”
He put the truck in park and undid his seatbelt and turned to face me. I couldn’t look at him. His massive thumb tilted my chin to look at him. I opened my eyes and saw a face hardened by the sun looking at me with gentleness that took my worry away. The tears flowed as I told him the painful details of my failed marriage. Of the time that my ex-husband beat me so badly while I was pregnant, that I lost the baby and the ability to have any more. The beating was so bad that the doctors couldn’t control the bleeding and had to take my womb.
I sobbed in the truck. Confessing all of the hurt and pain that my ex had caused me. I told Jaxon about the final beating that led me to divorce him. I saw anger in his eyes, but it was different than the anger I saw in my ex’s eyes. It was righteous anger. He didn’t interrupt. He let me talk and get it out.
I took a heavy breath. “I’ve never told anyone. I moved here to get a fresh start. If you want to drive me back, I understand.”
“Why would I do that?”
“I’m broken. No one wants someone as broken as me.” I was crying hard and looking down at the floorboard.
His rough hands reached up to my cheeks and cupped my face. “You’re beautiful and strong. He was an asshole.” Jaxon wiped my tears. “Let’s go see the cows.”
“Yes. Come on. They always cheer me up.” He cocked his eyebrow and smiled.
I sniffled. I couldn’t say no to that. “Alright, but only if it’s fun.”
“With me, it is.”
We drove out to this massive field and parked. He walked around the truck and helped me out, putting his massive hands on my waist. He made me feel small, but in a good way. I rested my hands on his shoulders as I got out of the truck, slowly sliding them down to his chest. I looked up at him and swallowed. My nerves were getting to me. I wanted to kiss him. No. I wanted him to kiss me. My breathing was heavy. My head tilted up to his face. My eyes staring at his lips.
“Maribelle,” he whispered, his breathing was also heavy, his hands gripping my waist tight. His massive hands making me feel small and delicate. “How could anyone hurt you?”
I looked up at his eyes. “I asked myself that for 10 years.”
“Come on.” He took my hand and closed the door of the truck.
We walked into the field and he let out this noise. He said he had to call the cows. I doubted this and thought it wasn’t going to work, but sure enough cows started coming close to us. It was probably the most bizarre thing I had ever seen or experienced.
“Go ahead, you can touch them,” Jaxon said.
Laughter poured out of me as I pet the cow. More began to crowd around us, and I turned and faced him. He pushed his hands on the cows and they started to disperse a bit.
“I like hearing you laugh,” he chuckled.
Almost as if it was meant to happen, the sky opened, and it began to rain. A sun shower. The cold rain made me laugh even harder and Jaxon pulled me closer to him as he tried in vain to keep me dry. I gazed up at him as the rain continued to pour down. I cupped his cheeks, running my fingers through his beard, lighting the fire inside of me. His hands were locked on my waist and he pulled me closer to him. He leaned in and his lips caressed mine. Our tongues intertwined, slowly moving against each other as I ran my hand from his beard to the back of head, deepening the kiss.
He let out a moan and the rain pelted down harder. There was a crack of thunder. I jumped. He pulled back and tucked my hair behind my ear.
“We should get inside. This storm is only going to get worse.”
My breathing heavy, I looked up into his amber eyes. “I need to get home. I can’t.”
“Hey. What’s wrong?”
“Jaxon, I, I…”
“Let’s get out of this rain.”
I nodded. We ran back to the truck. He put me in and then got in himself. As we drove to the house, the rain got worse.
“What happened back there?” He asked as he put his rough hand on mine.
“I haven’t felt like being with a man in so long,” my voice trailed off.
Jaxon brought my hand to his lips. “We aren’t all like your ex-husband.”
“I know. I’m nervous.”
“Maribelle, I’ve been hurt, too. I thought I’d never smile again.”
“I’m sorry,” I said as I put my head down.
“It’s not your fault. The way I see it, we can either keep being sad, or see what this is. No pressure, but I’m not going to stop trying. You’re too remarkable to stay alone for the rest of your life.”
I bit my bottom lip. “Neither should you.” We pulled up to the house.
“Come with me, lady. I’m different. Let me prove it to you.”
Lord help me, I wanted to know what it would be like with Jaxon. I wanted to feel his hands on me. I wanted to live for once. I knew he would be gentle. I knew at the core of my being he would be different.
“I’ll come in with you.”
“Maribelle, you won’t be sorry.”
We ran from the truck to the porch and stopped before we got inside. We were both dripping. I looked down and my white dress was soaked, sticking to my body and not leaving anything to the imagination. Jaxon grinned as he looked my body up and down. I bit my bottom lip, acknowledging his approval.
“Let’s get out of these wet clothes,” his hands moved to the hem of his shirt.
“Yeah, there’s no one around.”
He pulled his shirt off and exposed his chest. Jaxon’s chest was defined, but not overly ripped. It was covered in salt and pepper hair. I didn’t think I would find a hairy chest attractive, but I was so turned on by it. Especially the line down the center of his chest that went all the way down to the waist of his pants. I licked my lips as he took off his boots and then unbuttoned and removed his soaked jeans. I stopped ogling him and pulled my dress off. I was embarrassed at my less-than sexy white cotton panties. At least I had on a pretty bra. Instinctively I covered my stomach. I didn’t want him to be repulsed by my scars.
He walked towards me and wrapped me in his arms. “You’re shivering.”
“I’m ok. The rain was just cold.”
Jaxon rubbed my arms in an effort to warm me up. “Let’s go inside.” He took my hand and led me in the house. I kept one hand around my waist.
He closed the door behind us, and his eyes looked at me with a combination of desire, hunger, and compassion. The sound of the rain on the tin roof intensifying.
“Why are you covering yourself, Maribelle?”
I looked down at my feet. My heart was pounding so hard I thought my chest was going to explode.
“I don’t like my scars,” I whispered, unable to look him in the eye.
He walked over to me and moved my hands. The feel of his rough skin on mine sent tremors of pleasure between my thighs. The lace of my bra felt painful against my hard nipples.
“What scars? I see signs of survival.” He unhooked my bra and threw it to the ground. My breasts fully exposed.
He ran his fingers over the scaly marks on my stomach. He kneeled down in front of me. He hooked his thumbs into my white cotton panties, looked up at me and said, “I want to see you.”
I rested my hands on his shoulders and smiled. I nodded yes. He slid my panties down and I stepped my feet out. He ran his fingers up the outsides of my legs before kissing me at the apex of my thighs. Then his tongue entered my slit. My fingernails dug into his shoulders and a moan escaped from the deepest part of me.
It was the first time a man had given me oral. I had no idea it could feel this good. I had never been the object of a man’s attention. I was required to please without any pleasure of my own.
My orgasm was building deep inside of me. I threw my head back as he sucked on my clit hard and inserted two fingers inside of me. He fucked me with his fingers, and I came hard, my juices dripping down my thighs. Jaxon turned his head up with a look of satisfaction. His eyebrow raised.
My chest heaving, I ran my fingers through Jaxon’s thick hair. He stood up and brushed my hair out of my face as he towered over me.
“You ok, lady?”
“Yes. I’d never had that done to me before,” I said feeling his erection poking me in the hip.
“Mari, that’s a shame,” he said as he held me. “I’m sorry that you’ve never had someone eat your pussy before. Your pussy tastes amazing. I plan on doing that regularly.”
He scooped me up by my thighs and wrapped my legs around his waist. My arms went around his neck and I rested my forehead against his. His dick teased my opening with each step to his room. I tried to grind down, but his hands wouldn’t let me slide down.
“You want me, Maribelle?” His husky voice dripped with amusement.
“God, yes,” I panted.
“I think I can grant that request,” he said as he sat me on the bed. “I need you to do something for me first.”
Jaxon walked over to the side table, grabbed a condom out of the drawer, and walked back over to me. His cock was in my face. I couldn’t help myself, but I took the entire length in my mouth and cupped his balls. I stroked his cock with slow, deliberate movements in and out of my mouth and with my hand. Jaxon’s cock in my mouth felt so good. I let my tongue glide over him, flattening it so that I could savor it. I pulled it out of my mouth and licked the clear liquid off the tip of his shaft while looking up at him. Jaxon’s breathing was heavy.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “That’s not what I had in mind, but damn.”
“Oh,” my hand still working him. “What did you want?”
He handed me the condom. “I want you to put this on me so I can make love to you. I need to be inside of you right this minute.”
My lip curled up in a smile as I took the foil packet from him. I opened it and rolled the condom down his immense shaft. He was long and wide, and damn me, I needed it to fill me. Jaxon was different. His tender touch was something I didn’t know I needed.
He pushed me back onto the bed. “Put your arms around my neck. I want to take my time.”
I did as he asked, and he lifted me further onto the bed. He laid between my legs, looked into my eyes and ran his finger down the side of my face. His mouth crashed into and he kissed me with a ferocity I had never experienced. I met his intense need with hunger that only he could satisfy. Our tongues colliding and wrestling in our mouths. He thrust into me. Hard. My hips thrusting up to him, my pussy greedy for him.
“You feel incredible,” he moaned out as he broke the kiss.
“Jaxon,” I breathed out, throwing my head back. I was full of him. The empty ache inside of me satisfied. I didn’t want this feeling to ever end.
“You ok, baby girl?” He asked with his cock at rest inside of me, his rustic eyes examining my face for any signs of objection; signs he would never find.
“Please,” I begged.
“Please what?” He grinned.
“Please keep going,” I panted.
“Whatever the lady wants, she’ll get.” He began to thrust in and out slowly.
Every time he thrusted in, my hips lifted to meet him. We worked in unison slowly. His cock hitting my g-spot. My wetness increased with each thrust. My core was tensing as my orgasm started to build.
Jaxon looked into my eyes as his movements became faster and harder.
“You’re stunning,” he said.
I scratched his beard and smiled. My orgasm was looming. It wasn’t going to take much. I pulled him to me and kissed him with everything I had. His thrusts grew frantic and I let go, my pussy pulsing around his cock. He plowed into me and had his release.
He held himself up, his muscular arms on display. I ran my fingers up and down the length of his arms, allowing them to follow every indentation and crease.
“This wasn’t what I intended by bringing you back here, Maribelle.”
“Me either. Regret it?”
“Absolutely not. You got a rare erotic moment from me.”
I closed my eyes. I was grateful for this moment from him, even if it was all I would get.
“Hey,” he said.
“What?” I responded with a grin.
“I hope that’s not the only one we have.” He leaned down and planted a chaste kiss on my lips. “Come on. I want to do one of my favorite things with you.”
My brow furrowed. “What’s that?”
He pulled out of me and I instantly felt empty. He disposed of the condom and reached his hand out to me. “You’ll see.”
I got up off the bed. He grabbed the quilt and then took my hand. I followed him through the house. The rain was still falling outside. He opened the front door and we walked outside, naked as the day we were born. He walked us to the porch swing and put the blanket down on it. He sat and pulled me between his legs and wrapped the blanket around us. I laid back against his chest, his arms wrapped around me. He kissed my cheek.
“Being out here and listening to the rain on the tin roof is my favorite thing.”
“With you here, now it is.”