Roxanne

"Hey?" Jaxon says quietly, placing his hand on my knee. "I need to know where I am going?"

I nod my head, quickly putting the address into the GPS before sinking back into my seat. I bring my knees up to my chest and lean my forehead against the cool glass of the tinted window, watching as everything begins to blur as the truck picks up speed. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" Jaxon asks, his voice still quiet and soft. It's like he's scared that just the question will break me. 

And maybe it will. 

"No," I reply, the word coming out thick with emotion. 

And I don't. My mother is a sensitive topic for me. She left my brother and I years ago, choosing drugs over us. She had always had a problem, but Dad thought that his love and us kids would make her stop. 

But it didn't. Well, it did for a few years. After losing her brother when the Angel's raided us fifteen years ago, she lost it. She went back to her old ways. She started with cocaine but quickly switched to Heroin when her funding dried up. I remember finding the needles hiding in different places. Nearly pricked myself with one when I went to put my shoe on once. 

Dad lost it on her. 

Sighing, I allow the last memory of her to play in my mind 

"I can't keep doing this, Sadie! I can't keep coming home, wondering whether or not I will find you dead on the floor!" My father yells at my mother, who is swaying back and forth. Her black hair is tied into a loose bun with pieces falling into her eyes and her usually perfect face is marked with cuts and bruises. I don't ask how she gets them. 

"You knew what you were getting into when you married me, William." She slurs, trying to push past him, but he stops her by grabbing her bicep. 

"This isn't the girl I married, Sadie." He tells her. "The girl I married was a partier, yes, but she was never a junkie."

My mom shakes her head. "You just didn't see the truth."

"Sadie...I need you to go to rehab."

"No!"

"If you want to stay here with me and the kids, that's what you need to do."

"I won't go." She says, ripping her arm from him. "I won't."

"Come on, Sadie. Think about this." Dad pleads, his voice raspy with emotion. 

"No! I won't be sent away!" She says as she grabs her purse.

"Sadie-"

"I said no, Goddammit!" She yells as she storms off towards the front door. 

"Sadie, don't leave! We need to talk about this!"

"No, William." She states. "I'm not going to change. This is who I am and if you can't accept it, then I'm not staying."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"Mom?" I say, stepping out of the shadows.

"Shit, Roxy. Go back to bed, baby." My dad says, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I pull away and step towards my mother. "Are you really going to leave us?"

She doesn't bother answering - nor does she even bother looking at us - before opening the door and slamming it shut behind her. 

I don't realize I am crying until I feel the wetness drip down onto my chest. I feverishly wipe away the tears, trying to make it so Jaxon doesn't see. However, a moment later my seatbelt is unbuckled and he is pulling me across the bucket seat into his side. 

And I don't waste his comfort - burying my face into his chest, I let him hold onto me tightly as I silently cry my tears of sorrow. I'm sure I'm staining his shirt with my makeup and tears, but he doesn't complain. He just holds me, not saying anything - as if he knows that I just need this moment and words aren't needed right now.

Which I am grateful for. It's always like this. Every time I see my grandparents, I always leave in tears. I mean, they are my mother's parents and of course they want to know if she is well, but I just wish they could understand my side of it. I wish they could see how much her leaving hurt me. I wish they could see how much it still hurts me to this day. 

I'm shaken from my thoughts when Jaxon pulls onto the stone road that leads to the campground. I pull away from him slightly so I can sit up straight and take in the sights as we drive into the park. 

It has been easily fifteen years since I have lasted camped at Glen Rouge Campground - maybe even longer. However, it is just like I remember it. Mature trees cover the grounds, hiding the rows of tents and trailers. Jaxon pulls up to the office and books a site for us while I get out of the car and wander around, breathing in the cooling air. 

"You ready, love?" Jaxon says from behind me and I quickly turn on my heel. 

Smiling genuinely at him, I nod my head and he offers me his hand. Wrapping my fingers with his, I let him help me into the truck and he quickly gets inside so we can go find our site. 

We drive slowly through the park. It's already getting dark and we can see the little flickers of fire dotted throughout the entire park. Thankfully, we aren't far from the entrance and we find our site quickly. Jaxon backs it in and I smile, knowing it's time for my favourite part. 

"Can you start the fire?" I say and he nods his head. "I'll set up the tent. I'm a master tent builder."

He chuckles and we get to work. It doesn't take me long to set up the tent. I throw the air mattress inside with our blankets, making it as comfortable as I can. As I finish, I hear the familiar sound of logs crackling. Excitement fills my entire being as I get out of the tent to see a fire ablaze and a little area Jaxon set up beside it. 

"This is perfect," I say as I walk towards him. 

He leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips. The simple gesture makes my heart flutter and I'm glad it's dark right now. I'm not sure if I want him to see my blush. He smiles as he pulls away, the fire making his eyes sparkle in the dim light. 

Biting my lip, I take his hand and pull him to our seats. Jaxon places his hand on my lap while I hold onto his arm, resting my head on his shoulder. 

We both sit in silence, watching the everchanging flames flicker in the night. The sound of the wood burning is our music and it's calming. There's no need for words right now. Both of us are content just sitting there holding onto one another. 

The fire is hot against our faces, keeping us warm despite the cooling, night air. However, I can't help the shiver that runs down my spine every time Jaxon draws a circle into my bare thigh. He's slowly creeping closer and closer to my centre and I feel a need building within me. 

I can feel Jaxon's eyes watching me as he inches closer and closer. I know he's wearing that smirk he's famous for, so I try my hardest to ignore him. I don't want him to know how much he affects me. 

"Roxanne," He whispers, his voice husky and thick.

I look up at him - my grey meeting his green - and I'm captured. We slowly lean into one another until I can feel his breath on my face. His eyes flicker down to my lips for just a second before I feel his hand in my hair pushing me to him. 

And when our lips meet - it's fucking everything. Fireworks, electricity, the sound of steel guitar - nothing will ever touch this kiss. It's intense and needy. It's breathtaking and mindblowing. It's a clash of teeth and tongue as it turns into something hotter...something animalistic. 

He's pulling me onto his lap, pressing himself against my most private parts. I moan into his mouth and he swallows it up, not letting the noise escape us. Those sounds are for him and him alone - he makes that perfectly clear. 

I vaguely recall him picking me up, but I'm too focused on him to really, truly notice where he's taking me. All I can feel is our lips moving in perfect harmony and his hands running over every inch of my body, leaving nothing untouched. 

Jaxon lowers me to the ground and I force myself to stand. He pulls away to open the tent and we both rush inside, barely zipping the flap shut before melting into one another again. 

I don't even know how we get our clothes off or when we got onto the air mattress, but Jaxon is hovering over me, his perfectly sculpted body and insanely hard member pressed firmly against me. I wrap my legs around his waist, forcing him to press against me and moan. 

"Jaxon, I don't want to fuck around. I just want to feel you in me, now. I need you." He growls in response and presses into me again. "Please."

And that's all he needs. Jaxon pulls away just enough to line himself up to my entrance, then slowly - and annoyingly - pushes his way inside until he is fully sheathed within me. He fills me entirely to the brim and it's more than enough to take my breath away and make my heart stop all at once. 

"Please," I whimper, needing him to move or something. I just need him. 

Jaxon nods - his jaw tense as he restrains himself - before he pulls out and then thrusts deeply inside me. Then he pulls out again and thrusts into me again - creating a pattern that blows my fucking mind and presses all the buttons within me. My back is arching on its own accord. I'm lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. My hands are grasping desperately onto his back in an attempt to hold onto him so I can stay firmly on the ground. 

Because I'm floating right now. I'm fucking floating on a cloud as he pounds into me over and over again, bringing me to new heights that I've never experienced before. That spark between us has escalated to a thousand degree fire that burns deeply within us - and it's only growing stronger with each movement he makes. 

"Roxanne," he whispers, leaning his head against mine. "Come for me, baby."

And that's all I need. Those simple words send me over the edge of ecstasy and I throw my head back as I ride out my orgasm - Jaxon following suit shortly after. 

He collapses on top of me, rolling off after he catches his breath. We are both panting, sweaty and exhausted, yet there is still this hunger in his eyes. 

He's not done yet and neither am I. 

So, we repeat it - over and over again until the mattress quite literally pops and the dark sky turns light again. 

I'm woken to a phone ringing loudly near my head. Groaning, I reach over and grab it. 

"Hello?"

"Where the fuck are you, Jaxon!" Axel's voice screams through the speaker. 

Not my phone.

"Axel? It's Rox-"

"The Red Devils are here! They got the big guns! You need to get here now!" He yells over the sounds of gunfire and screaming. "Slade, get Ryder out from behind that bar before he gets fucking shot!"

"Jaxon!" I yell, shaking Jaxon until his eyes flutter open. "Axel, I'm getting-"

"Get here now before everyone's fucking dead man!" Axel yells before the line goes dead. 

"What is it?"

I drop the phone on the bed and say, "We need to go now."

"What is it, Roxanne? You look like you've seen a ghost?"

"That was Axel," I say as I grab my shirt from the ground and slide it over my head. "The bar is under attack again. My- The Red Devils are there now and-"

"Fuck!" He roars as he pushes himself up to a stand. He grabs his clothes and pulls them on quickly. 

"Don't worry about the stuff. I'll get my Grandpa to grab it for us. He will understand. Just unload the bike, babe."

He nods his head and I quickly send a text to my Grandfather telling him where his truck is and that there is a mild emergency. He's been through this life. He knows how it is. 

Jaxon has the bike off of the truck in seconds and I quickly hop on behind him. 

Something tells me this two-hour bike ride will take half the time today.