© 2018 Sheridan Anne.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
All Rights Reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.
Cover Design by: Sheridan Anne.
Photograph: Stocklite
Editing by: Sheridan Anne.
Dedication
DUSTY!!!!!!!!!This is all your fault! I had originally planned Miller – The Kings of Denver to be a standalone, just something I dabbled with while having a go at writing romance, yet here Dusty comes along and convinces me to turn it into a four-book series and suddenly my mind is blowing with all the different scenarios I can put these characters through. So… If it sucks, you can point your fingers at her!??
To all the people who took a chance on a brand-new author and bought Miller – Kings of Denver (Book 1). This one is for you! I am so completely over-the-moon that you all fell in love with Miller and am now giving Jaxon his chance to shine. Thank you all.
Introduction
Cassie
I made the worst decision of my life when I left Denver three years ago.
I broke his heart, I broke my family’s hearts and I broke my own.
I could never go back, yet here I am, staring my past in the face.
Only things have changed.
He isn’t the boy I once knew, he’s the Captain of the Denver Dragons,
No longer a boy but a man, a man who has a reputation made by his many achievements in the bedroom.
I know I should stay away but I can’t,
I want him back.
Jaxon
I’m up for the best senior year known to man.
I’m the king of campus.
The captain of the Hockey Team with endless amounts of alcohol and chicks at my disposal. I worked hard not to have a damn string holding me down.
Until my past comes back to haunt me
Why, might you ask?
Because she’s back.
WARNING: Jaxon is a steamy romance with a HEA and NO CLIFFHANGER. It contains sexual content, coarse language and is recommended for mature readers. Please be aware that some scenes may cause stress for some readers.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
Sneak Peek – Xander – Kings of Denver (Book 3)
Prologue
Cassie
Three years ago
He climbs through my window at night and I cringe, not wanting him to see my face. The man knows me better than I know myself, he would sense something’s wrong.
I close my eyes, pretending to sleep and listen as he undresses. He strips off his shirt and dumps it on my lounge before his belt buckle clanks heavily to the ground. The sound of his zip follows before his jeans are pushed down and stepped out of.
The blanket is pulled back, allowing the night’s cool air to brush my skin before he slides in behind me and pulls my body against his. He’s just gotten back from Hockey Training and most likely had to sit in a cold car on the way home after his parents refused to fix his heating, though, I have no doubt one of my brothers could do it for him.
“Love you,” he murmurs as he presses a soft kiss to my neck.
I don’t dare say it back, in fear of breaking. I can’t let him know but my body betrays me as I snuggle deeper into his hold.
I stay there all night, wrapped in his loving arms and listening to the soft rhythmic sound of his heart, knowing that what I’m about to do is going to tear him to shreds. That knowledge on its own is nearly enough to kill me and I hate myself for what I’m going to put him through.
It’s now four o’clock in the morning and I haven’t slept a wink. My eyes are red raw from the tears I’ve spilled throughout the night. I lift his arm up and slide out from under him, I go to the bathroom and get dressed before quietly pulling my suitcase out from under my bed.
I walk over to him and gently press a kiss to his temple. “I’m sorry,” I whisper into the night, fearing I might wake him. I hastily wipe a tear as it rushes down my cheek. “I love you so much,” I tell him, hating that this will be the last time I ever whisper those precious words to him.
I let out one last shaky breath and rip my eyes away from his sleeping form. I take the handle of my suitcase and leave before I convince myself to stay. I’m out the door and rushing down the long driveway, sobbing so fiercely that I struggle for breath.
This is the right thing to do, I tell myself, over and over again. For everyone, I need to get away and discover myself. Be happy and confident in my own skin. I’ll come back and visit my family all the time. It will be fine. It has to be fine. They’ll understand.
I push the big metal gates open and find the cab I’d ordered last night, ready and waiting.
The driver gets out and cringes as he takes me in but chooses not to mention the tears streaming down my face. He takes my suitcase and loads it in the back before opening the door for me.
“Where to, mam?” he asks.
With a sigh, I let out a controlled breath and pull myself together as I look back at my home. “Airport please.”
An hour later, I stand at the gate with my boarding pass in hand. “Miss,” the lady at the gate says, trying to get my attention for the third time. I turn my head and she gives me a show of sympathy, probably from my red nose and tear-stained cheeks. “This is the last call for this fight. If you’re not ready, there is another flight leaving at 9.”
Shit, it will be too late by then. It’s now or never. “No,” I say with a shake of my head as I hand her my pass. “I’m ready. I’m coming.”
With a tight smile, she takes my boarding pass and scans it before handing it back and unknowingly, changing my entire life.
A few hours later, I touch down in New York and find my way to the apartment I’ve rented for the next few weeks as I wait for the semester to begin, then I’ll be moving into the dorm rooms.
I spend my day unpacking and doing some groceries, terrified of turning on my phone and finding the countless messages from him, wondering where the hell I am, if I’m ok or if he had done something wrong.
By nightfall, I go around the apartment and shut off all the lights. I flick my phone on for a brief moment and do my best to ignore the messages that instantly fill my inbox.
First up, I send off a text to mum, letting her know I’m safe and ok before I open a new message to him. A million things go through my mind of what I should say but nothing seems enough. I know he will never forgive me for leaving him like that, with no goodbye or a chance to fight but had he known, he would have tried to stop me and I undoubtedly would have listened.
So I say the one thing that also says the million other things that I can’t.
Cassie – I’m sorry. Forgive me.
I hit send and immediately turn my phone off.
I lay down in my big empty bed, in this strange apartment feeling incredibly alone. Big, fat tears start filling my eyes as my heart begins to ache, wishing those arms that have held
me every night for the past few years were there once again.
It’s then, the very same day I left, that I realise, I’ve made the biggest mistake of my life and there is not a thing I can do to take it back.
Chapter 1
Cassie
I find a spot and park my yellow VW Beetle in the senior girl’s dormitory parking lot and let out a shaky breath. I can’t believe I allowed my dimwit big brothers to talk me into this. I turn off the ignition and step out of my car, making sure to grab my handbag and room assignment papers.
A massive black, Dodge RAM pulls up beside me, filled to the brim with my belongings. All three of my moronic brother’s jump out and meet me on the sidewalk, each with their own version of an encouraging smile.
“Do I really have to do this?” I whine to Sean, Logan, and Carter.
“Sure do, kid,” they say in unison, cementing for the millionth time, just how similar they are.
“Fine,” I huff, taking off down the pathway towards what will be my home for the next year. “We may as well get this shit over with.”
“That’s the spirit,” Logan grins, jogging up the pathway to catch up to me, throwing his heavy arm over my shoulder in the process.
“Ugh,” I groan, shrugging out from under him. “Get off me you fat lard.”
Logan pulls me in closer, tucks my head into the crook of his armpit and makes sure I get a nose full of manly BO while using his other hand to give me a noogie. I squeal for help while I reach around him and latch onto his man titties, making sure to give a devastating nipple-cripple.
“Will you two quit it,” Sean scolds, wheeling my suitcase behind him, not bothering to look up at our display. “You’re acting like a bunch of delinquent kids.”
Logan lets out a huff. “She started it,” he grumbles under his breath and reluctantly lets me go so he can rub his sore man titties.
I give a triumphant grin knowing I’ve won this round fair and square but don’t get the chance to brag before my body is jolted to the side when Carter pushes his way between us. “I can’t wait to get a look in here,” he grins, rubbing his palms together like a major creeper.
“Ugh,” I groan. “I told you, you’re not screwing any of the girls I meet here.”
“Sorry, kid but if a 10 comes my way you can guarantee I’ll be getting up in there,” he says reaching for the door and ushering us all in.
I push in front of the boys making them all come to a halt as I stare down Carter. “Promise me you’ll keep your dick in your pants,” I warn.
He begins to shrug off my warning when I pull out the puppy dog eyes and I know he will cave in three… two… one… “Fine,” he groans making my second triumph in as many minutes.
“Can we get this show on the road?” Sean asks. “I promised Sara I’d be there to meet the wedding planner.”
“Ok, ok, no need to get your panties in a twist,” I grin as I turn on my heel and stare down the place I’m dreading to call my new home. I take a breath and make my way down the hallway with my brother’s on my heels. I scan the doors and give polite smiles to the passing girls until I come across lucky door number 12.
I push open the door and immediately regret it. “Oh shit,” I screech coming face to face with my new roommate who is currently stark naked, bent over at the hips and being screwed within an inch of her life. I desperately try to back my way out of the room but only manage to run into the solid wall of muscle known as my brothers, who are all wanting to check out my new room.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I shriek as I turn my back on my roommate, only to see the massive grins come across Logan and Carter’s handsome faces.
“Fuck, yeah,” Carter approves.
I try my hardest to start shuffling my brother’s out of the room but they all seem way too intrigued with the show. “Would you guys get moving,” I hiss.
“Oh, no need honey, stay, we’re almost done,” A breathy southern drawl comes from behind me. “I’m Bronny, you must be my new roomie, Cassandra, is it? Or do you prefer Cass? Or Cassie?” I turn purely out of the politeness my parents drilled into me, only to find her hand outstretched waiting for a handshake.
Is this chick for real? I can’t help but gape at her as she smiles up at me, tits swaying from left to right, the sound of her man’s balls slapping against her skin while he groans and picks up his pace.
I hear Logan and Carter’s snickers behind me and all I can think about is how to make the quickest exit possible.
Carter steps around me and reaches out for her hand with his manwhore smile. “Hi Bronny, I’m Carter, it’s really great meeting you,” he says as she beams up at him. “This is my little sister, Cassie,” he says turning toward me, loving every moment of how incredibly awkward this is for me.
“Um, hi,” I say, pressing my lips into a tight smile and lifting my hand in an extremely awkward wave. “Lovely to meet y-” I start to say when Bronny’s outstretched hand disappears between her legs and begins rubbing herself. “Ok, Nope. I’m out.” I declare before trying to push past my brothers.
Logan catches me around the waist and turns me to face the show again, wrapping his steal arm around me and effectively caging me in. “Stay, be polite, watch the show,” he says with clear enjoyment in his voice.
“So, you’re an exhibitionist?” Carter asks as if he is about to strike up a lengthy conversation with the woman.
“Oh yeah,” she replies on a pant, pushing back against her partner, who grunts and groans as his fingers tighten on her hips making it startling obvious that the show is about to reach its climax.
Crap. I really need to get out of here. I give Logan one last shove and this time he knows I’m serious and we all start backing out of the room. “Ok, well, have fun and come hard,” Carter encourages with a fist pump before closing the door behind us and bursting out laughing on the other side.
“Can you believe that shit?” I shriek as Sean takes off. “Hey,” I call after him, “Where are you going?”
“Administrative office,” he calls over his shoulder. “There is no way you are staying in that room, there is probably DNA from one corner to the next.” He disappears through the doors leaving me with the two idiots who are still laughing about the scene on the other side of the door.
“C’mon,” I say as I head for the external doors. “There must be a notice board or something with roommate adverts around here somewhere. After seeing that, I think I’d prefer to rent a place.”
We walk around campus for 10 minutes before we finally find a notice board and just as I had hoped, there are a few ads posted. I pull off the ads and hand a few to my brothers and we all get started making some calls. Sean catches up to us with a grim face, “Sorry, kid, there are no other dorm rooms available,” he says, “But apparently there is an online forum where students can post about this kind of stuff.”
I pull out my phone and get searching while I hand the rest of the ads to Sean.
Five minutes later Carter pipes up, “There’s a place just down the road, 2 bedrooms, and cheap rent but really small. Apparently, the girls’ brother demands that she has a female roommate.”
“Whoa. The girls’ brother?” Logan asks, suddenly on edge.
Carter snorts. “My thoughts exactly. He is an athlete so lives with his team so hopefully shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Ahhh.” Logan grins, “Those were the good old days,” he says, clearly remembering the time he had on this very campus, living it up at the Captain of the Hockey team.
“Alright, let’s check it out,” Sean says.
“Wait,” I call. “How much is cheap rent?”
“Don’t worry about the rent,” Carter says. “We’ll cover it just like we did in New York.”
“I know, but I want to pay.”
“Sorry, kid,” Sean cuts in. “You know Dad’s rules, just coz he isn’t around to enforce them, doesn’t mean we’re not.”
“But-“
“No, buts,” Logan cuts in. “
That’s just the way it is.”
“Fine,” I sulk. “I know a losing battle when I see one.”
We head back to the cars and before long we’re pulling up to a small house. We park and walk up to the front door, “Well, this is going to be different to New York.” Carter murmurs.
“You got that right,” I respond.
Sean reaches out and knocks on the door.
A moment later the door is pulled open by a guy just as big as my brothers. The boys stare him down while the guy does exactly the same. “Thought a chick lived here?” Logan asks.
“What’s it to you who lives here?” The guy responds.
Logan narrows his eyes at the guy and it’s clear this conversation is going nowhere. “Hi,” I say ignoring the pissing contest that seems to be going on and gaining the big guy’s attention. “I’m Cassie, these are my big brothers. We were told there was a room for rent here?”
“Yeah,” he says, “For you?”
“Yes,” I reply hesitantly, “I thought a girl lived here?”
“I do, I do, I do,” comes a feminine voice from the hallway. “Move out of the way, you big moron, you’re going to scare her away.”
A small brunette girl pushes herself between the door and the big guy. She jams her elbow into his ribs, forcing him to take a step back. “Hi,” the girl smiles, reaching out her hand towards me, “I’m Brianna and this is my twin brother Bobby and yes, I am looking for a roommate and no, this big boofhead won’t be here,” she says, indicating to the now scowling boofhead behind her.
“Hi, I’m Cassie,” I smile, already knowing I’m going to like this girl. “These are my brother’s Sean – basically married, Logan – thinks he’s a comedian and Carter – designated manwhore,” I say, pointing each of them out, though I know she will most likely forget who is who, after all the boys are triplets and look exactly the same.
Carter reaches around me and offers Brianna his hand while also giving her his dazzling smile and wink, the one he saves for special occasions. Bobby the boofhead groans as his sister instantly blushes and takes his hand. “Don’t!” I cry out, slapping Carter’s hand out of Brianna’s reach. “He shook hands with Bronny the showgirl, mid-performance and I’m yet to see him wash them.”
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