Lena stepped into her apartment, the door creaking shut behind her. The cab ride was quiet, her mind replaying Jax—his hands, his lips, the way he made her scream. Her body still buzzed, thighs sticky from their morning. She dropped her bag, jeans tight, his shirt tucked inside. The place smelled like coffee and Sarah's lavender candles.
Safe, but empty without Jax's wild energy.
Sarah stormed out of the kitchen, arms crossed, brown hair messy. Her eyes were sharp, mad. "Where were you?" she yelled. "You said a friend's place, but you didn't call! I was worried sick!"
Lena sighed, kicking off her shoes. "Babes, calm down. I'm fine. It rained hard last night. I stayed with someone. That's all."
Sarah's face twisted. "Someone? Who? You're keeping secrets now?" Her voice cracked, hurt mixing with anger.
Lena's stomach flipped. She couldn't tell Sarah about Jax—atleast not yet. But she had to, it's the bookstore guy, we had sex, but the way he looked at me was like I was his. I know it was too new, too raw, but I like him a lot," she said, voice soft.
Sarah's eyebrows shot up.
"Obviously because of the sex, you guys know each other before now?"
Lena's face changed, heat rushing to her cheeks. She looked down, caught. "You see, he's random," she mumbled. Sarah stepped closer, voice low. "What if he breaks you again?" imagine, having raw and unprotected sex with a total stranger..What is he's just after your body, what if he has some STIs? I know these are a lot of what ifs, but what if. I know you are too soft for this world, but babes see ehh, you cannot trust anyone.
Lena's heart sank. Old pain flashed—her last guy, the one who left her crying. She shook her head. "He's different. I feel it."
Sarah sighed, pulling her into a hug. "Just don't disappear on me, okay? Be careful."
Lena nodded, thanks baby, hugging back. But inside, she burned for Jax. That night replayed—rain soaking her shirt, his eyes locking on her, his mouth on her breast. She shivered, heat pooling low. His fingers inside her, his tongue tasting her—gawd!, she wanted him again. But Sarah's words echoed. What if he breaks you again?
Her phone buzzed. A text from Jax: Miss you already. Come back tonight? Her breath caught. She typed, Maybe. Talk later, and hit send, heart racing.
"Work tomorrow," Sarah called from the couch, scrolling her phone. "You ready?"
Lena nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah. Just need a shower." She stood, legs shaky, heading to the bathroom. The hot water hit her skin, washing off Jax's scent, but not the memory. She closed her eyes, hand sliding down, touching herself where he had. A soft moan escaped, imagining his voice, his touch. She stopped, guilty, water hiding her blush.
Dressed in clean clothes, Lena joined Sarah on the couch. They watched TV, a silly show, but her mind was elsewhere. Sarah leaned close, softening. "You okay? You seem… different."
Lena hesitated. "Just tired. Long night." She forced a laugh, but Sarah's eyes narrowed, knowing.
"Spill it, just give me a proper gist." Sarah said, turning off the TV. "I know something's up."
Lena bit her lip. "Okayyy so, his name's Jax. I met him at a bookstore. It… happened fast."
Sarah frowned. "Fast how? Sex fast?"
Lena's face burned. "Yeah. But it's more. He's… real. Intense."
Sarah's frown deepened. "Intense can hurt. You said he's random. What if he's like the last one?"
Lena swallowed, old scars stinging. "Maybe. But I can't stop thinking about him."
Sarah sighed, squeezing her hand. "Just don't get hurt, Lena. You're my best friend and I don't want you crying again over a man."
Later, in her room, Lena stared at her phone. Jax's text glowed. She typed, Can't stop thinking about you. Coming back tonight. She hit send, heart pounding. A reply came fast: Door's open. Want you bad.
She grabbed his shirt, slipped it on, the smell making her dizzy. She texted Sarah, Going out. Back late, and left, sneaking out like a teen. The night was cool, streets wet from yesterday's rain. Her body buzzed, every step closer to Jax.
At his apartment, the door was unlocked. She stepped in, heart racing. Jax stood by the bed, shirtless, tattoos glowing in the dim light. His jeans hung low, bulge obvious. "You came," he said, voice thick, eyes burning.
"Yeah," she whispered, stepping close. His hands grabbed her hips, pulling her in. His lips crashed into hers, hard and hungry. She moaned, hands on his chest, feeling his heart pound.
"Missed you," he growled, lifting her. Her legs wrapped around him, skirt riding up. He carried her to the bed, laying her down. His mouth found her neck, sucking, teeth grazing. She arched, wet and ready.
"Jax," she gasped, pulling his jeans down. He was hard, thick, and she wanted him inside. He yanked her skirt up, tearing her underwear off. His fingers checked her, finding her soaked.
"Fuck, Lena," he said, sliding in, slow and deep. She cried out, nails digging into his back. He moved, steady, then faster, filling her. Her body tightened, heat building fast.
"Harder," she begged, legs shaking. He obeyed, thrusting deep, hitting that spot. His hand slipped down, rubbing her clit, rough and perfect. She screamed, cumming hard, waves crashing. He groaned, spilling inside, hot and wild.
They collapsed, panting, tangled. His arms held her tight, lips brushing her hair. "Stay," he whispered. "All night."
Lena nodded, heart full. Outside, rain started again, soft on the window. She didn't care. With Jax, she felt alive—wild, messy, and real. But Sarah's words lingered. What if he breaks you again? She pushed it down, lost in his warmth.