Free FALLING: The Negative Ion Series by Ryanne Anthony

Itsy. Trust me.”
    I pushed him off me and sat up, fighting tears. “You don’t want me. Not like… not in that way.”
    Jaxen eyes flashed then he grabbed me and threw me down, grinding his erection onto my moisture. I moaned. He was at my clit.
    “Does this feel like I don’t want you, Itsy? Hmm?” he panted. “I want you so bad that the pain from not having you is literally killing me.”
    I gasped then kissed him fiercely.
    After a minute, h e groaned as he pulled back. “My parents will be home soon and I don’t want to rush your first time. You deserve far better than that.”
    Panting, I nodded then went in the bathroom to freshen up. When I came out, we sat on the over-sized chair, softly kissing. Ten minutes later, I was glad Jaxen had the sense to stop us from going any further because his mother walked in, smiled and shook her head at us before disappearing upstairs.
    The day I told Samantha I loved her brother, Sara came in the room in tears, begging me to say I meant what I said. I did. She held me tight and cried. Samantha shrugged and mouthed ‘parents’.
    True to his word, Jaxen never initiated anything sexual with me. We kissed a lot. Cuddled. Heavy petting. But I wanted more and told him so. That’s when Jaxen first fingered my clit. I came so hard I thought I learned Portuguese or something else foreign as I kept shaking and shuddering. I beamed after, proud I had my first real orgasm. I wanted to clobber Samantha. I had gotten that bullet thing she was talking about. It did give me an orgasm but Jaxen giving me one was so much better.
    We went to a lot of places and did fun things, just as Jaxen promised. Going on the bumper cars was the best because I kept bumping into Jaxen and he laughed loud and happily. His laugh is infectious, especially when it’s genuine.
    To night, Jaxen said he wanted to try something with me he had never tried with a woman before but he wouldn’t tell me what it was, just to pack an overnight bag and wear jeans. Jeans? Overnight bag? I certainly wouldn’t have put the two together but I shrugged and agreed.
    “Mom? Do you want me to pay the bill?” I asked, completely exasperated. I was beginning to run late for Jaxen. He was picking me up at 7 and it was already 6.
    “No, honey. I will… I’m just… I can’t concentrate lately. I have no idea what’s wrong with me.”
    I frowned at her. “Is something bothering you, Mom?”
    “Yeah, something is but don’t worry about it. I’ll work it out.”
    I tap my fingers on the counter as my rapidly-becoming-frantic mother searched her purse. I think this is about my move. My leave date was fast approaching and the closer it got the more funny Mom acted.
    “Would you like me to change my plans about moving to New York?”
    Mom stopped her search and sighed. “Yes and no! I’m going to miss you but you’ve had this planned and I don’t want to stand in your way. Go and live your life, honey. Your mother will be just fine.”
    “I can’t live my life if I’m sitting in New York worried that you’ll shoot someone because you’re missing me!”
    “That won’t happen,” Mom laughed as she finally finds her card holder. “I have no desire to sit out my days in a jail cell because I pulled out my guns and went on a massacre in this town!”
    Mom handed her card to the cashier who stared at her frightened. Mom patted her hand.
    “Don’t worry, hon. Relax. I’m the Hampton Police captain. I’m allowed to have a gun.”
    “Oh, thank God! I thought I was going to have to dial 9-1-1!” the girl breathed then swiped Mom’s card. “Enjoy your evening, Captain Kessler!”
    Mom smiled as she took her receipt. We hurried to the car and as soon as w e got home, I ran inside to shower and change into the outfit I had laid on my bed this morning: a fitted pair of jet black jeans and a lime green crop top. I had gotten a new haircut today and my hair was now shoulder length and straight. I smiled at myself,