Rocking her Slowly The Bayside Beach Series

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Chapter 11

Jojo

Her stomach was filled with butterflies as she locked the door to the dance studio and turned back around and saw Owen standing there. He came over, taking her by the waist and started walking to the car. As the breeze hit her body she got a chill and didn’t know if it was from sweat, or her nerves. Owen said he loved her, and she was too much in shock and awe to answer him. She bit her lip as she felt his hand at the small of her back and shivered and then started towards the escort, but was stopped. “Where do you think you’re going?” Owen asked.

She was brought out of her thoughts and glanced up. “To my car.”

“Why don’t we take my car.” He said, starting to walk again and taking her with him to his mustang.

“But is it okay to leave the car in the parking lot? I mean, I don’t know.”

They were at the passenger side door as he leaned down and kissed her. “Text your mom that you won’t be home tonight and that you’re fine. I’ll drop you off in the morning when I go to work.” He said into her ear.

“Okay.” She whispered, leaning against the car, then took a deep breath. “Did you mean what you said when you told me that you loved me?”

He grinned as his body moved right up against hers. “Yeah, I meant it, princess.” He growled, opening the car door for her. She got in wanting to confess her feelings but was nervous. The last time she thought she was in love, it ended with her heart being torn to shreds. She and Owen were so different, and she was leaving in the next couple weeks to New York… how could this possibly work? He took her hand as they drove off, and right then, she knew more than anything that she wanted this.

When they pulled up to his place, the home was a small beach bungalow next to the water. “This is your home?”

“Yeah, I fought a lot of fights to get the down payment for this little gem. She still needs some work, but between the record shop, the band, and the fights, I’ve been pretty busy.” He grinned.

“And spending all the rest of the time with me?”

“That too. But you were worth it.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Thanks,” He said, taking her hand and helping her out of the car. “Now, how about that shower?”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

He had a grin on his face as he unlocked the door. “Not a bit.”

The bathroom was a bright blue with a step-in shower, a clear plastic curtain with blue stripes on it, and a rug saying, “Get Naked.” She sat down and peeled off her slippers, not believing she hadn’t taken them off before she left. But a gorgeous man can make a woman not think most of the time.

She cracked her toes and then stripped. She turned on the water getting it nice and warm when she stepped in. There was nothing abnormal with what was in there. Coconut shampoo and Irish spring soap… all very masculine, and it made her smile. She sighed and ran her head under the spray when she heard the door open. “Hello?”

“Don’t worry princess, I’m not going to do anything. Just thought I’d come and help you out with your shower.”

She gulped a couple of times watching him strip down through the plastic. “I, ah, don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” She managed to get out.

“Sure, it is.” He chuckled, opening the curtain and stepped in while she tried to take a step back but hit the tile instead. His body was gorgeous. It wasn’t like he had a hard six-pack, but he was thick with muscle, the definition of his arms, his chest, his thighs, and his manhood, and he was one hundred percent all male. All his tattoo’s looked brighter under the water, and she wrapped her arms around her chest when he pulled the curtain shut. “You’re not scared of me, are you?”

“No, just a little embarrassed is all.”

“Embarrassed about what?” He asked, stepping under the spray, getting his hair wet, and then taking the soap from the shelf.

“Well, I’m naked, and you and I haven’t, well, seen each other like this.”

He chuckled, lathering up his hands. “But your body is to die for princess. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” He said, taking her arm and started to pull her towards the water, but then stopped. “Jo, have you been with a guy before?”

She bit her lip feeling her cheeks go hot. “I’ve been with someone before, but we never did anything like this.”

“You never took a shower together?”

“No…” She admitted, but he didn’t say anything, or move, but instead just stood there staring at her. “What?”

“I don’t want you to think I’m an asshole or anything, but how many men have you been with?” He asked, but she only answered with a shrug. “There’s no reason for you to be embarrassed, just tell me.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “I’ve been with one man. But we always had sex in a bed, and it was normally pretty dark.” She admitted.

“So, seeing a guy’s body?”

“I work with men dressed in skin-tight leggings when you can see just about everything.” She scoffed.

“Yeah, but to get a good look at the real deal?”

“Well, no. Not like I can see you right now. Like I said, Vasily liked it dark, and he was usually on top. We never did anything like this.” She shrugged with her arms still wrapped around her.

He pulled her closer, and she let him. “Do you trust me?”

She was quiet for a minute. Owen had lied to her, but deep down after him explaining himself, she did believe him, and she did trust him. Her eyes stared into his, and her heart sped up, knowing that she wanted him to touch her… badly. “Yes, I do.”

He flipped her around, making her gasp. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. But I’m going to show you how a man worships a woman’s body.” He growled into her ear, making her shiver. He took the soap in hand again. “Put your hands on the wall.”

Jojo glanced over her shoulder, feeling unsure of herself, and excited all at the same time, and then did what he asked. Hands moved her long hair aside, rubbing out her shoulders, then going down her back, until they cupped the backside and went to her inner thighs. It took everything she had in her not to moan at how good it felt. His hands came around and started to wash her stomach when his lips came to her neck as his hands went over her breast and started massaging them.

Her head fell back onto his shoulder, no longer able to keep the moan she was holding back inside. He took her lips while one of his hands played with her nipple, the other slipped it’s way down her body. He cupped her between the legs and then slipped a finger deep inside of her. She gasped, but he didn’t let her mouth go as his body pressed his erection against her. Her hand reached back, feeling the silky wet skin of his backside. He growled as she cupped his ass, and then all of a sudden, he flipped her back around. “I planned on doing this differently for our first time together. But I fucking need you.” He groaned, staring deep into her eyes.

Her body wanted what he was offering, wanted something different, exciting, and new. She wanted a man to be so turned on by her that he wanted to take her. Her arms wrapped around his neck as his hands came to her waist, and there was only one thing for her to say… “Yes.”

His mouth came down on hers as he took one of her legs over his arm and tried to push into her, but could only get the tip in. It had been almost two years since she’d been with a man, and she gasped at the pain. “Damn it, princess, you’re so fucking tight.” He growled, pulling out before his mouth took hers hungrily again while his hand traveled between her thighs.

Two fingers dipped back inside of her, and then he whispered in her ear. “Just relax. Everything will be fine in a minute… I just need you to relax.” He said before he started to kiss her again. After a couple minutes, she could feel her body responding to his touch. She started panting, wanting more, wanting more of him, and when she thought she couldn’t take any more of his teasing… his tip was at her entrance again.

She moaned as her fingers dug into his shoulders. His muscles tightened the deeper he slid inside, but he still continued the kiss, distracting her from the low burn of her body accepting his. But when he was fully in, he pulled her leg that he still had over his arm tightly to him, making her body burn for more. She started to grind her hips, making him hiss. “You do that, and I’m not even going to last five minutes.” He growled as he started moving his body slowly. “Let me take this slow, so I don’t tear you, princess… or shoot my load.”

She smiled at the look on his face and then pulled him to her and started to kiss him. She slid her tongue into his mouth, making him moan. She liked how her body made him feel like he was going to lose control. She felt almost powerful. But as her body finally let him in with ease, she didn’t want the soft and slow rhythm he was giving her. She wanted Owen to be Owen. Wild, carefree, rough around the edges, and pure male. “Faster, Owen.” She whispered, clinging onto his body, making her head fall back. “Take me faster and harder.”

With a growl, Owen didn’t say anything but instead did exactly what she asked. He slammed into her making her gasp. He kept it up doing it over and over and over again until her body tingled from the pleasure. The sound of him enjoying her body, the feeling of his wet hot skin pressing against hers, she couldn’t hold back any longer as her breath hitched, and her body tightened in an explosion of pleasure. Owen’s mouth was on hers again as his body thrust deep and fast inside her when his muscles tightened, and she felt his body release his orgasm.

They were both breathing hard under the spray when he looked into her eyes and smiled. “Well, that wasn’t how I saw our first time together. But it’s one I’ll never forget.” He chuckled, kissing her one last time before pulling out. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up, and I’ll make you something to eat, and then I can give you more romance, princess.”

Never had she thought that taking a shower could be that much fun… and sexy. He washed her hair and finished cleaning her body, and then she did him loving getting to know his body better. After they were out, he gave her a t-shirt, and he put on a pair of boxers and went out to the kitchen. Owen turned on his stereo and put on a seventies band on low. When he walked back into the kitchen, he placed her on the counter, then kissed her before looking into the fridge. “Are you hungry?”

“Very.” She smiled.

“What do you want to eat… and don’t tell me a salad or I’ll tickle the shit out of you. I’m not finished having fun with your body, and I don’t want you passing out on me.” He winked.

“I do eat, you know.” She laughed.

“Okay, then what sounds good?”

“How about a grilled cheese and some chips.” She offered.

He took out a cube of processed cheese, mayo, mustard, and a tomato. “Now, that is something I can whip up for you.”

“There seems to be a lot of ingredients for just a simple grilled cheese.” She said. “And I don’t remember mayonnaise ever being one of them.”

He took out a pan and started to slice up the tomato and took out the bread. “My mom always used mayo instead of butter on the bread.” He said, slathering it on each piece. Then cut off big chunks of cheese before putting the mayonnaise side down and mustering up the bread and putting the fixings on. He slapped it onto the pan, and it started to sizzle. “The mayo is the best. It grills the bread evenly and makes it all golden.”

After a minute, two sandwiches were ready, He took out a bag of chips and two beers from the fridge and brought the feast over to her. “I have to admit, it looks delicious… and smells wonderful.” She admitted.

“Only the best for my princess.” He grinned and took a bite.

She took a bite, and it was delicious. It had been a long time since she had indulged herself in something so fattening. She took a chip and put it in her mouth. “So, do you know how to cook?” She asked.

He smiled, taking a sip of his beer before he answered. “Why, you not liking the sandwich?”

“No, it’s wonderful!” She assured him. “I was just wondering is all.”

“My dad died when I was really young, and my mom worked two jobs. I was the one who made most of the dinners. After a while, I really liked cooking.” He shrugged.

“I’m sorry about your dad. Can I ask how he died?”

He glanced over at her, took another drink, and then answered. “My dad was a boxer. Nothing big time or anything, but he loved to fight. He had a big win against some big-time middleweight guy and finally got a chance for a pretty substantial match. What he didn’t know was that the fight he just had made him have a small rupture in his brain. He trained and worked out without any issues, but the night of the fight, a left hook caught him just right, and he went down. He was dead before he ever knew what hit him.”

“I’m so sorry.”

He came in front of her with a grin on his face. “We all have bad things that happened in our past, and some in our future. And she knew what he was referring to… her mom. “But now let me ask you a question. Do you know how to cook?” He asked, and she took another bite of her food, ignoring the question. “Come on, you can tell me.”

“Well, I can scramble eggs, and I’m a genius at opening cans of soup. Does that count?”

“So, you can’t cook. I take it.”

“No, not at all. My whole life has been either me going to a cafeteria, restaurants, or something I could pop in the microwave.” She admitted then bit her lip, glancing up at him. “But I would really like to learn.”

“And I would love to show you.” He growled, coming and standing between her thighs and giving her a kiss. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him as close as she could get him. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

“Yes, take me to bed.” She whispered.

His hands went under her backside and picked her up from the counter. “You don’t have to ask me twice.” He growled.

“Good.” She mumbled before she wrapped her arms around his neck and wanted to take that sexy mouth and make him know that it was now hers. They stepped into the front room and was heading for the hallway when there was a pounding at the door. “Were you expecting someone?”

“No, but I have a good idea who it might be.” He groaned, and then he heard the lock turn. “Shit! Go get some clothes on.” He growled, putting her down, and the door swung open. Jagger looked around, then found Owen, and then her.

“You fucking son of a bitch!” He roared storming in and punching Owen in the face. “You can fuck with any girl you want, but you decide to fuck my sister!” He hissed going in for another punch.

“Jag, stop it!” She screamed, but he wasn’t listening to her.

Owen caught the next punch and tucked Jagger’s arm under his and then punched him back in the face. “Knock this shit off, man! I don’t want to fight you!”

But Jagger punched Owen in the side, loosening the grip and pushed him back. “Yeah, well, I want to beat the living shit out of you!” And then dove at Owen.

They crashed into the coffee table, and she couldn’t tell what was happening. “Jagger stop it, stop it now!” She screamed. “I swear if you don’t stop it, I’m calling the cops and having your ass get thrown in jail for the night!”

Her brother stopped and looked up at her. “What the hell are you doing, Jo? You have an interview in New York in just a couple weeks?!”

“I love him, Jag! Okay, I’m in love with him!” She shouted back, tired of everyone always telling her what she was doing or what she should do.

“What? You’ve got to be kidding me, sis… he’s not the kind of man who’s going to be what you need for your life!”

“Why in the hell do you care.” She hissed.

“Because I watched mom and dad struggle every fucking day so you could live your dream! I’d come home and see mom crying because she missed you and then crying, trying to figure out how to make your school payment and the house payment at the same fucking time!” He roared.

“So, what does that mean? That I can’t fall in love with who I want?” She snapped.

“Your damn fucking right that’s what I mean!” He seethed.

She stood there with her jaw wide open. She had never really thought about her career that way. She knew that her family made sacrifices for her to become a ballet dancer, and she sacrificed as well. A life in America, her family, even being able to just be a kid. But she never thought that it affected Jagger as much as it apparently did. “I’m sorry, Jag. I’m sorry you feel that way, and I do understand all the sacrifices that were made for me. But that doesn’t give you the right to come in here and tell me who I can fall in love with.”

Jagger stared her down, but she wasn’t going to budge on this when the sound of sirens was heard coming up the street. “I think it’s time for you to go.” She whispered.

Jagger looked at her, then glanced at Owen. “Fine, I’ll talk to you later then.”

“No, tell dad I’ll call mom in the morning, and then you can have him pick up the escort.” She said, going over to her bag and digging out the keys.

“This is the way you want it to be, then?”

“Yes, this is how I want it to be.” She answered.

He came over, snagging the keys from her hand, and then walked out the door as the police cars drove by. When the door slammed shut, her courage dissolved, and her hands went over her face to hide the tears.

Owen came over and picked her up and sat on the sofa. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. I’ll go have a talk with Jagger tomorrow.” He said as she tucked her head into his shoulder.

“No, I’ll have the talk with my family.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to New York for an interview?” He asked.

Her hands fell away, and then her arms wrapped around him. “Yes.” Her voice came out softly, waiting for him to ask more, but he didn’t.

“You know you told your brother you loved me before you told me yourself.” His chest rumbled.

“Oh, yes, I did didn't I."

"Well, are you going to tell me?" He chuckled.

"I love you Owen, and I’m sorry about that.” She murmured.

“Don’t be sorry. Just say it to me again and then show me that you mean it.” He said with a half-grin.

“All night long.” She promised.

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