Jaxon - Olivia T. Turner Page 0,14
Maybe there is a future here.
I open up and tell him about my parents back home and how I ran out of the house at sixteen years old. I haven’t told anyone that since I left, but with him, it comes out so easily. So naturally, as if we’ve known each other for years. He holds my hand on the table and listens intently to every word I say.
By the time I stumble to the bathroom and look at my rosy cheeks in the mirror, I’m in love. “He’s so hot,” I whisper to myself and then break into giggles. “Don’t fuck it up!”
He’s got this way about him that is intensely appealing. His eyes have this possessiveness to them as they follow me wherever I go. I like how he looks at me like that. I like thinking that I’m his and that one day he’s going to lay ownership on me.
“It’s dangerous to drink and drive,” he says with a grin when it’s after midnight. “You don’t want me getting hurt, do you?”
“Of course not,” I tell him with a smirk. “You can sleep on the couch.”
He looks over at the small couch I found on the side of the road and runs a hand through his long blond hair.
“You want me to lie on that? Where am I going to put my legs?”
“I’m not a club slut,” I say with a sharp tone. I just want him to know that. “I’ve never been with any of those guys at the club. I’ve never been with any guy, actually.” Shit. The wine talking. “And I’m not about to give it up after only one day of knowing a guy.”
“All right,” he says as he walks over to me. He’s so big. He’s towering over me, making me feel so tiny. He takes his big powerful hand and gently tucks a strand of my black hair behind my ear. “I’ll wait.” He licks his lips as he looks down at me with his eyes full of desire and passion. “I’ll wait an eternity for you. But please don’t make me.”
My body stills as he leans down and gives me a soft gentle kiss on the lips.
“Goodnight, Stella,” he whispers, the heat of his breath tickling my lips. “I can’t wait to see you in the morning.”
I head over to my room as he lies down on my couch. My head is spinning as I close the door and lean on it, cursing myself for not inviting him in.
My pussy is howling with need. She’s an angry pulsing beast who wants to invite Jaxon in and devour him whole.
I drop onto the bed and have the worst, most fitful sleep I’ve ever had.
Until something wakes me…
Chapter Six
Stella
The bad dream wakes me up with a start. I fly up into a seated position as I clutch the blankets to my pounding heart.
Tears are streaming down my cheeks and I let out a sob as the memory of the nightmare replays in my mind.
The men. The Outlaws. They had burst into my room and I was powerless to stop them.
“It’s just a dream,” I whisper to myself. “Just a dream.”
The tears stop as I run my hands through my hair and look around. My room is exactly how it was when I fell asleep. The window closed, the door opened a crack, my clothes from the day draped over the chair like usual.
Jaxon sleeping in the other room…
Knowing he’s here makes me feel instantly better. Instantly safer.
And suddenly, he’s at the door, pushing it open.
“Stella?” he whispers in his deep soothing voice. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I say, my voice trailing away when I see what he’s wearing, which isn’t much. He’s standing in the crack of my door, wearing nothing but a pair of tight black boxer briefs that are clinging tightly around his muscular thighs.
The light over the stove is on and the warm glow is washing over his hard sculpted body. I can see every deep curve of his abs, the broad scope of his powerful chest, his arms, good lord, his arms…
My thirsty eyes travel down to his pelvis with the mouthwatering V that looks like it was etched into stone by a master artist plunging into his boxer briefs. The large bulge in his underwear sends the throbbing pulse returning between my legs with a vengeance.
“I heard crying,” he says in a low voice as he steps into the room.
I take the blankets and hold them up to