I'm Your Bully (Bully Book Series 1) (7 page)

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"Oh my god," The high pitched squeal came from a tall stacked blond who was obviously intoxicated an hour later.  "Oh my god, oh my god, ugly Emma, this has to be a joke."  The tall girl walked drunkenly toward them, Paul and another crony approaching from behind.

"Who invited this thing?" she said pointedly at Emma, and then smacked her head with her own palm hard enough to leave a red mark.  "I know, Jax you ass, you're playing one of your cruel tricks on Emma again." 

"Shut up, Claire," Jax's voice boomed over the music and it was a tone Emma remembered well.  The tone he used to use before when he would cut her to ribbons in high school.  Emma’s little bubble of happiness burst.  She tried to get up out of his arms but Jax simply encircled her waist tighter, and rested his chin on her shoulder. 

"Come on, Claire, let’s get more beer."  Paul had never missed a chance to humiliate Emma and often instigated.  Emma was surprised because Paul was obviously working to defuse the situation by trying to drag Claire back to where she’d come from. 

Claire, however, was too drunk to take any of this in as she shoved Paul away and slurred, "Emma, you gotta know it’s all a joke.  Jax only fucks pretty girls, like me."  Emma looked around to find everyone was looking at her, like they could all see right through her. See the ugly she couldn’t hide.  They could see she didn’t belong. Emma knew it too but was held immobilized by Jax. 

"Listen, whore face, everyone has fucked you. No one wants to spend any time listening to your retarded brain. All you have is your used up cunt, so be a good slut and go find some hard up douche bag to stick his dick in your mouth since that’s all it's good for," Jax's voice was loud and clear. He stood up and let Emma slowly slide down his body then half dragged her toward his house. 

Emma could hear Claire drunkenly shrill, "Did you hear what he said to me?"  Jax didn’t stop at his front door, he pulled her all the way to his bedroom. 

"Just a sec, I’ll be right back."  Jax left her standing in his room as he went back downstairs and began breaking up his own party. 

Emma's spirits fell as she gazed at his things.  Everything was brand name and looked new.  Jax had a huge bed and crisp new looking sheets.  A laptop sat on his desk.  Emma only ever used a computer at school or the public library.  She wanted to buy one someday, but the house payment came first, then a car, then her own place.   Jax had more things in this room than she owned all together and he didn’t even live here anymore.  His parents loved Jax enough to keep a place in their home for him.  Emma wondered what that would be like, always knowing there were people who loved you, a place to retreat to if life got too tough.  Sitting on his bed Emma lifted his pillow to her chest and hugged it.  It smelled like him. 

"This is my old room, when I stay over to do laundry I still sleep here sometimes."  Jax was standing in the doorway his arms folded across his chest his gaze intense as he watched her.  His shirt stretched over the muscles of his abdomen, and his biceps looked massive.  He was everything and she had so little to offer.  Emma sighed and mumbled into his pillow, "sorry."  Jax moved from the door and sat beside her.  He intentionally bumped her shoulder and she let out a little laugh.

“I fucked a lot of girls like Claire.  They were eye candy on the outside and I didn’t care if they were rot on the inside.  Fuck, I didn’t even know Claire’s name until three months after I banged her."

"Why are you telling me this?" she mumbled again.

"I care about you, I don’t know how and I don’t understand why, but you’re under my skin.  I don’t want to fuck you and treat you like those girls."  He smiled to himself, "I remember the first time I saw you.  You were running around your backyard in a circle and singing a song.  I hid so you couldn’t see me but I watched you stomp in a mud puddle and giggle.  You got all dirty and then your daddy called you into the house.  I've known your name since the day we moved in next door.  I never cared to remember the name of any other girl, but with you, you were always there in some part of my brain even as a kid.”

Emma’s long hair was shielding her face from him, her eyes on her hands in her lap.  Jax knocked his shoulder into her again and saw her lips curve into a shy smile through a curtain of blond hair.

  “I’m glad you accepted the phone because now I can convince you that I’m not the evil shit who lived next door all your life that made you miserable because he could. I want to be a good man when I’m around you.  People have a tendency to make things easy for me.  I know you don’t trust me completely but I’m sort of glad you aren’t like everyone else.” Jax leaned over and kissed her shoulder, "Do you know why I sent them away?"

She shook her head. 

"Because I’d rather spend time with you then getting drunk with them," Emma could feel her eyes burn. It was so hard to believe him.  

"All I do is make you cry, come here baby."  Jax wrapped his arms about her and pulled her close rocking slightly back and forth. "You’re killing me here," he squeezed her just a little tighter. 

"I know I deserve this, I’m so sorry I ever made you feel this bad."  He held her tightly, his strong arms flexing, "I know I fucked up, but I didn’t think the evil shit I did would scar you." 

"It’s not just you… it's the world."  She said as she wiped her wet eyes as though she didn’t want him to see her cry. "It's everything.  It’s hard to hear you say these things to me."

He rocked back and forth with her. In the quiet he spoke, "I will make it up to you someday." 

"Just don’t let this be a joke."

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Jax turned her toward him with a finger under her chin. He started out kissing Emma hard on the mouth, he had no gentle beginnings.  He needed her to understand. His tongue searching for hers in a dark wet kiss. His tongue delved and retreated in a rhythm that was teasing and exciting. Emma gasped when he found her breast and learned the shape of it in his hand. He could feel Emma’s heart pounding in her chest as he touched her.  She wasn’t the kind of kisser that just jumped in.  Jax had kissed more than his fair share of girls.  The timid responses that Emma gave to him, the shy flick of her tongue, the little helpless sounds she made when he cupped her face.  All of those things together made this the kiss he would never forget.  He would grow into an old man and still remember this feeling.

He broke off and rasped, "You're not a joke, never a joke." 

Jax leaned toward Emma pushing her back to fall gently onto the bed, long, curly hair fanning around her.  A large hand went under Emma’s shirt and slid slowly over her taunt breasts, before she could say anything Jax tugged the cups of her bra down. When he jerked her shirt to her chin her breasts were naked to his eyes. 

Groaning in his throat at the beauty before him, Jax stared at the perfectly round breasts with their little hard tips.   Emma’s nipples were pink and pointing towards Jax as he hung over her prone form.  She tried to get up, but he practically ripped his own shirt off and laid himself flat on top of her, skin to skin, chest to chest before Emma could hide. 

Emma looked up at Jax’s handsome face a little embarrassed and a lot unsure about what to do. 

"You've never let a guy do this before have you?" Jax said with a devilish smile. 

"All the time," she lied as she slid her eyes away and smiled.

"Mmm," he hummed back.  Jax rubbed the wall of his muscled chest against her breasts and she fought the need to squirm all over. It felt so good, this close contact.  Jax was powerfully built, a beautifully cut body with the six pack to go with it, despite his large size this was the first time she really didn’t feel intimidated by him. 

"I loved your tits from the first day I noticed them all wet t-shirt style." He was clearly serious. Emma burst out laughing at the statement. 

When he tried to sit up however, Emma wrapped her arms around his neck and wouldn’t let go, nervous of him seeing her exposed.  Her heart started to pound and she was sure he could feel it. 

Immediately Jax changed tactics, "It’s ok, baby, we can do this another way." 

Looking up at the ceiling Emma relaxed her death grip on Jax only fractionally.  She was embarrassed at having instinctively clung to him like a baby monkey but couldn’t make herself let go entirely.

Trailing his lips to plant a small kiss on her chin, Emma followed the heat of Jax’s mouth to her neck where he breathed into her skin how much he wanted her. 

"Emma, can you feel that?"  Jax bucked his hips against her and she felt his erection.  "Don't ever doubt that I find you attractive.  I'd like nothing more than to slide off your panties and fuck your sweet little pussy right now." 

Emma made a noise and Jax responded by kissing aggressively then slowly sliding his body downward tasting and licking everywhere he went. Warm breath touched her seconds before the heat of his mouth covered a nipple.  Looking down she saw a large masculine hand busy cupping the flesh of her other breast.  Biting her lip Emma watched as Jax dragged his thumb roughly across her sensitive nipple.  Emma couldn’t help the noise she made as her hips involuntarily lifted to him. 

Nails dug into the tanned flesh of his back and Jax quickly subdued Emma by pulling her hands down beside her head as he continued to lick and suckle.  He popped a nipple out of his mouth and slowly went to the other one giving it equal treatment.

"Touch me," Jax whined after a few minutes, he moved his body like a big cat stretching over her. 

"You’re still holding me down," Emma said quietly. 

Jax immediately released her hands and Emma touched him everywhere she could reach.   Shoulders, collar bone, chest, Emma’s hands trailed down his ribbed abs as Jax arched above her to grant her access while he feasted and played with her. Emma loved every little hard ridge. Loved every dip and rise his muscles made as she trailed her fingers lower. 

Jax froze the minute her hand made contact with his belt.  He looked so erotic in that moment suspended above her. 

"Do it."  Jax made it a challenge, a demand.  He bucked his hips into her hands teasingly, his eyes never leaving hers, "Take it out." 

The buckle jangled while Emma undid it and let it lay loose at his sides. 

"Please, touch me." When she hesitated Jax begged a little more, and then demanded.  Emma liked that he seemed so desperate to have her touch him. 

Gently sliding his pants lower, boxers and all Emma could feel her face warm with embarrassment.  Jax didn’t move away as she arched up into him to slide them lower.  He kept rubbing his body against her.  Crowding her, telling her how much he liked it. Emma could feel how wet and warm she was getting with every little touch, every little whisper from his lips. His cock sprang free of his boxers, thick and erect pre-cum already wetting the tip. Emma never thought she would get even wetter at the sight of a cock but she was.

"Please." Jax’s voice was full of his need. 

Emma looked undecided until Jax took her hand and fisted his dick in it.  Teaching her how to tug and slide her hand up and down his shaft in a light touch at first. 

"It feels good, do you like it?"  Emma was too shy to say yes so she just nodded against his chest. 

Squeezing his eyes shut Jax moved her hand a little bit more aggressively wishing he was wet with her mouth or pussy.  

"Here, I’ll give you full access."  With that Jax rolled over onto his back and let Emma watch his cock bob in the air and jerk for attention. 

Watching him leaning back on his forearms to support his upper body Emma could only stare.  Jax’s muscles stood out in sharp relief.  A fantasy in the flesh.  Emma always wondered what a cock would taste like, and now she was going to find out. 

"Emma," he groaned as she leaned forward and placed an experimental lick to his head.  Jax was huge.  His cock throbbed slightly in her hand that supported his girth.  So big and warm. Different than she’d imagined.  Emma was in heaven.