by Vi Keeland
“Sixteen what?” I’m almost afraid to ask.
“That’s the answer to your question.”
“But I didn’t ask a question yet.”
“Oh. I just assumed you were going to ask me how many times I thought I could service you in one day,” Jax grins as he speaks.
“Wiseass…wait, what? Sixteen?”
“You think I’m exaggerating?”
“I do.”
He reaches over to my plate and tears a piece of my pancake, bringing it to his lips, but falling short of stuffing it into his mouth. “Only one way to find out?”
“Let me guess. We give it a try?” I roll my eyes playfully.
“You got it.” He rewards me with a full dimpled smile.
My cell phone rings on the nearby counter. It’s the third time in an hour. I’m almost positive that it’s Caden, but I reach to grab it and check anyway. I hit REJECT and slide it back onto the counter.
Almost immediately, Jax’s phone starts ringing. “Guess we’re pretty popular.” He reaches down to his phone, finds his father’s name on the caller ID and hits REJECT with a clench of his jaw.
“So what’s the question?” He tries to resume our playful banter, even though I see the name on the screen has shifted his mood.
“How come you don’t fight professionally? Marco says you’re good enough.”
Jax arches an eyebrow, a satisfied boyish grin tilts upward at the corner of his mouth as he speaks, “Asked about me, did you?” He forks another bite of pancake from my plate.
Of course I did, but I hadn’t meant to let him know that. This man has seen every part of my body. Hell, he’s licked, sucked and nipped at most of it…you’d think I’d be past the point of shyness, yet I feel my face flush at being caught simply digging a little bit…asking about him.
Attempting to avoid the question, I reach across to his plate, fork a pancake, and swirl it around in the syrup leisurely. Flush rises up my face. His eyes never leaving mine, he watches me intently. Bringing the fork to my mouth, I attempt to deflect, “Are you avoiding my question, Jackson Knight?”
“Maybe.” His face turns serious. “I guess I just wish I had a better reason to tell you.” He pauses, reflecting on something before continuing, “I wish I had a better reason for myself.”
“I’m sure whatever you decided, you had good reason at the time. Sometimes things we choose to do make perfect sense at one time…but later, in hindsight, we can’t imagine what we must have been thinking.”
Jax searches my eyes, “I guess you’re right.”
“I usually am,” I tease, an attempt to lighten the mood.
“Well, I could have used you ten years ago, when I decided to follow my father’s choice of careers for me, instead of my own.”
“Is that why you didn’t fight? You didn’t want to disappoint your father?”
Jax’s face tenses, “Not my finest hour.”
“Actually, I think it’s honorable that you followed his guidance.”
“At the time I thought he was an honorable person.”
I’ve always known how lucky I was to have the father I did. It saddens me to think Jax’s father let him down when he looked up to him so much. I try to offer comfort, “Parents are human too. Sometimes they make bad decisions.”
Standing, Jax looks anxious to change the subject, but not before delivering his final thought, “And sometimes they’re just bad people.”
***
Together, we clean up breakfast in relative quiet. Although the quiet isn’t the same comfortable one as it was earlier. It feels like he built a wall and I’m on the other side of it. The recent conversation is still obviously weighing on him.
“I’m going to take a quick shower.”
Jax nods.
The warmth of the pulsating shower helps to soothe my aching muscles. It’s been a while since I’ve used some of them. Closing my eyes, I smile as the memories of last night play over in my head. Sex with Caden, even in the beginning when things were good, was never like it was with Jax last night. It was just sex. An activity. A mutual release, which I enjoyed at the time, but we never had a connection to elevate things from sex to making love. Last night felt more like making love than I’d ever experienced in my life. I didn’t just give over my body to Jax…it was more. I let him in, gave him a piece of me. Maybe even a piece I’ll never get back.
When I’m sufficiently pruney, I wrap a towel around my body and open the bathroom door which leads to my bedroom and find Jax lying in my bed. The sheet covering to his waist, the sight of his shirtless torso enough to bring my body that just relaxed in the long, hot shower back to life.
“Hey,” Jax says softly.
“Hey.” I smile and make my way over to the dresser to grab some clothes.
“Come here,” His voice is low, but his tone makes the simple two words more of a demand than a question, it stirs something inside of me.
Still wrapped in my towel, I sit on the edge of the bed next to him.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what? You didn’t do anything.”
Jax strokes the wet strands of hair away from my face. “I shut you out when you were only trying to get to know me better.”
I smile, appreciating the thought he’s given to our conversation and his ability to recognize what he’d done. A sign of maturity, something I’m not used to with the men I’ve dated over the years.
“Thank you.” I smile.
Jax nods. Folding his hands behind his head, he leans back leisurely on the headboard. “I had an epiphany while you were in the shower.”
“An epiphany, huh?” I arch an eyebrow. My shower seems to have washed away something for both of us.
“Yep. I’m turning over a new leaf. From now on, I’m not hiding what I want. No more worrying about my family, the media, the reflection my actions might take on the precious Knight legacy. Let them snap pictures. I know who I am.”
“That sounds perfect,” I say, because it really does…and he makes it sound so easy.
Jax leans forward and pulls me back onto the bed, then lifts me onto his lap. “What are you doing?” I giggle.
“I’m starting on my first order of business,” he says, fingering the top of my towel until he loosens the tight wrap and the towel falls around me.
Already squirming while sitting on his lap completely naked, Jax runs both hands down the sides of my arms. Goosebumps flare on my skin. “And your first order of business is…”
“Watching you ride me.” His arms tighten around my waist. He visually assaults my still damp body now bared completely before him as the midmorning sun shines through the nearby window.
Jax’s epiphany may just leave me walking a little funny tomorrow. But I’ll worry about that then.
Chapter 14
Jax
Peace. That’s what I feel as I wake in the late afternoon. I can’t remember the last time I took a midday nap. But it feels damn incredible. Although it likely has something to do with the beautiful angel who’s wrapped around me, her head snuggled close, cheek pressed warmly right above my heart. I listen to the quiet sounds of her breathing. Watch her slow even breaths, the way her mouth twitches up slightly every once in a while, like whatever she’s dreaming is making her happy. I can’t help but smile each time it happens. Somehow seeing her happiness becomes enough to bring my own.
From the nightstand, her phone buzzes yet again. The sound makes her rustle in her sleep. A few minutes later it happens again, this time she lifts her head. I reach for her phone and look at it. Fucking Caden. Whatever peace I was enjoying is quickly replaced by a host of other emotions. Anger, jealousy, somehow even a little hurt, even though she’s done nothing herself to make me feel this way.
“Mine or yours?” she whispers, her voice filled with sleep.
“Yours.” Unintentionally, the word comes out a bit clipped.
She reaches up, assuming I’m going to hand it to her, but I don’t. Instea
d I push REJECT and toss it back on the nightstand.
Looking up at me, her brows drawn together in confusion at first then a look of understanding replaces it quickly. “Caden?” she asks softly.
I’ve never been the jealous type. But even hearing her say his name evokes a feeling of turmoil inside of me. I have to force myself to not wonder if he’s been in this bed, lying how I’m lying at this very moment. “What’s the deal with that guy?”
Lily’s eyes dart up to mine. She looks into my eyes, maybe searching for how she should answer, but I only stare, patiently waiting for her response.
She closes her eyes briefly and then opens them. She had said it was a long story. I’m not sure I want to hear the whole thing, but I need to know something. Seeing another man’s name repeatedly flash on her phone as I lie in bed falling for her a little more each minute isn’t going to fly for long.
“We were together for a while,” she says, trailing off.
My jaw clenches. I already knew it was more than a one night stand…she just isn’t that type of girl and there’s some sort of loyalty there. Which I’d normally respect, but having my eyes opened recently makes me leery of misplaced loyalty to a man who doesn’t deserve it.
“When my Dad died I was a disaster. Caden had moved to the city a few months before to train with someone Joe thought might be a good fit. We also hired him part time to help out around the gym. We were friendly, but didn’t really know each other well. But when my Dad died, he was there for me. He helped me through it.” My grip around her tightens automatically, without giving it any thought whatsoever. I’m not sure if it’s because she said she went through a tough time or I’m feeling jealous just hearing the asshole’s name spill from her lips. Both, likely.
“He wasn’t always a jerk.” Her eyes look away from mine as she thinks for a moment, then she shrugs and smiles almost regretfully. “Maybe he was, I just wasn’t in a place to see it right away.” She pauses and then looks up at me. “He’s possessive of me. Doesn’t quite take the hint, even though I keep politely reminding him we’re over. He also has this way of making me feel guilty…reminding me how he helped me get through a hard time.” She trails off for a moment, thinking. “Sometimes I think I let him bully me into things.”
A burn in my stomach ignites and grows to my face. “What kind of things?” I ask because I need to know, but I’m not sure I want to hear her answer.
She shakes her head, her face paling at the thought. “Oh god. No, it’s not what you think.” Relief floods me. “I don’t even know if he does it on purpose. But he reminds me of everything he’s done for me and it makes me feel bad.”
“It’s on purpose. Trust me.” Sounds all too familiar. Fucking manipulator. Why is it the one being manipulated never sees it until it’s too late? “When did it end?”
She bites her lower lip, nervously. Shit. You’ve got to be kidding me. My stomach turns as she looks away with shame on her face.
“Lily?” Anxiousness with a bit of anger laces my voice. She looks up at me. “You’re still sleeping with him?”
“No!” Lily glares at me. “I wouldn’t be here with you if I was still sleeping with him!” She’s angry I thought so little of her. I don’t blame her. But what the fuck? She couldn’t answer when it ended. Pulling away from me, she tries to move to the other side of the bed, but I pull her back.
“I’m sorry. It’s just…you didn’t answer me when I asked you how long ago it ended.” I don’t like talking to her back. Instead of pulling her to where she was lying, I gently guide her onto her back, so I can see her eyes when we talk. Her face is still angry. “I’m sorry.” I speak slowly, directly into her eyes, my voice filled with sincerity. Her face softens a bit. “It’s just…I like you. A lot. The thought of you with another man…” My jaw clenches and voice trails off.
Sensing I’m being genuine, she reaches up and touches my face. “It’s okay. I guess I could have explained better.” She pauses. “I broke up with him two months ago, but I felt bad and sort of agreed maybe I’d reconsider in the future.” Trying to hide my reaction isn’t easy, but I do a halfway decent job as I wait for her to continue. “I knew it was over, and I wasn’t really going to reconsider, but he was just so persistent. He’s Joe’s nephew, works at my business, and I see him almost every day at the gym. I realize now it was the cowardly way to handle things, but he relented a bit when I said that. I figured he’d move on, realize I wasn’t really reconsidering anything after a while.” She pauses. “Like I said, he helped me when I was in a bad place.” She frowns. “Now he has a big fight coming up soon. I think he’s nervous about it, even though he walks around like a pompous ass full of confidence. I told him a few weeks ago I would be there for him. But as a friend, that I didn’t want more.”
“Guess he doesn’t take a hint too well.”
Lily attempts a smile, but it falls short of real. The kind that seems to be on her face a lot when we are together. Except when the asshole interrupts us. “No, he doesn’t. We haven’t been together…together…,” her voice dips in that way to explain the word together means fucking, it’s cute that she won’t say it, “…in months, but even the other day when he said goodbye, he tried to kiss me as more than a friend.”
As if on cue, her phone buzzes again. It’s on vibrate, but it bounces around against the wood on the table like a tiny drumroll anxiously leading up to the flashing name. “Think he needs it reinforced that it’s over,” I say, picking up the phone. I’m about to answer, when Lily shrieks at me.
“Don’t!” I stop, my finger freezing, hovering over the buttons. “I’ll talk to him again.”
“It sounds like you’ve tried. Maybe my telling him you’ve moved on, will help him do the same.”
“He’s got some anger issues and that would definitely not sit well.”
“I don’t really give a shit about any issues he has. His calls and behavior are borderline stalker. He’s not hearing what you’re saying.”
“That’s my fault.”
“Did you tell him you didn’t want to see him anymore and you stopped sleeping with him?”
“Yes.”
“Then he’s hearing you. He just isn’t accepting what you’re telling him. I think he needs someone else to explain it to him.” The phone is still buzzing in my hand.
“I’ll talk to him again when he gets back.”
“How about we talk to him together?” I suggest as an alternative.
“That would undoubtedly turn into a physical fight. I’d rather it not turn out that way. I’ll talk to him.”
“I’m not worried about it turning physical.” I might actually enjoy it. Didn’t like the asshole the minute I met him, even before I knew he was playing games with Lily.
“I didn’t say you were.” She takes the phone from my hand and hits the REJECT button. “But I would prefer Caden and I not end that way. Our families have been close for too long. Joe is my family.” She looks at me and smiles sweetly. “And I don’t want you and I to begin that way either.”
Begrudgingly, I agree. Although something tells me there’s no avoiding a confrontation with the asshole somewhere down the road.
Chapter 15
Lily
Last night, not five minutes after Jax and I talked about my need to have another chat with Caden, my phone started jumping and buzzing all over again. I turned it off. A satisfied grin on his face, Jax joined me, taking it one step further and unplugging my house phone after powering his cell off. Not that anyone ever calls my house phone…I’m not even sure why I still have the thing, but Caden would undoubtedly move on to try a different means after a few hours of going to voicemail on my cell.
We’ve been together for almost two days, half of the time we spent exploring each other’s bodies. Every time we started, the same passion consumed us, stopping only when exhaustion hit, both of us fully sated as we fell into blissful sleep. Although last night after we ordered in Chinese food, we laid entwined wi
th each other for hours watching old movies and eating each other’s meals. Oddly, it felt so normal. So comfortable. So inexplicably right.
Finally turning the TV off some time after 2AM, we talked until the sun came up. The more I get to know Jackson Knight, the more I discover I like. He’s smart, thoughtful and well mannered. Well, well mannered on the outside, as in opening a door for me or pulling out my chair. It’s certainly a whole different ballgame when the door shuts to the bedroom with this man. Please turns into Keep your hand where I put it and Thank you turns into On your knees now, Angel. I’ve always heard the saying men like a lady in the living room and a whore in the bedroom, guess it’s not that far off for women either. There’s nothing sexier than a man with manners when he’s dressed, but a bit caveman-ish when he’s in the bedroom. Unfortunately, all I’ve ever had to compare it to were pure cavemen. The kind that don’t treat a woman like a lady. Ever.
Two days of short naps and long stretches of time in the bedroom when it’s not even nighttime have my internal clock off kilter. I have no idea what time it is when I wake. I try to untangle myself from Jax’s stealth grip as he sleeps, but he’s got one arm wrapped tightly around my waist and starts to wake as I gently peel back his fingers. Deciding it’s next to impossible to disengage without waking him, I attempt to stretch while in his arms, aiming to reach my phone on the nearby end table. It takes a couple of attempts, and the use of the tips of my fingers, but I’m able to spin the phone toward me a little at a time, until it’s finally fully within my reach.
Powering my iPhone back on, I’m not surprised the clock shows it’s almost twelve, but I am surprised at the quantity of messages and texts. Knowing Caden would be upset he was unable to reach me, I’d expected a half dozen angry messages. But it’s beyond that…my voicemail is completely full and there are sixty-two new texts. More than fifty from Caden, a half dozen from Reed.
I start with Reed’s…scrolling to the bottom to read the oldest of the bunch first.
Nice bath in the fountain. NY Post - page 6. Glad ape boy is away or he’d go apeshit for sure.