Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
I’m not going anywhere.
My brain tries to remind me that I will leave at some point, but my heart quickly lies to keep this moment pure and untouched by reality. Kissing him and fucking him like this makes me believe we’ll jump whatever hurdles are in our way. Together. Because we’re a couple—a damn good one.
“Fuck, Jax,” I snarl, my vision going black as my pleasure consumes me. “Fuck.”
My nuts tighten and I come hard. He collapses against me. We’re a sweaty, sticky mess. Gripping his hips, I gently lift him so he slides off my softening dick. I yank off the condom and tie it off before pulling him back against me.
“We should shower,” I murmur, inhaling his pine scent.
“In a minute. I want to stay just like this for a while.”
An alarm goes off somewhere in the house, jerking me awake. I’m twisted in a tangle of limbs, half naked and sticky. Images of last night come flooding back. It felt damn good to have that part of Jax. I’m eager to fuck him again and again and again.
“Your alarm is going off in the bedroom,” I murmur. “Wake up, baby.”
Baby.
Fuck, I want him to be.
But we’re a weekend fling gone wrong, right?
Maybe I can do this. Maybe we can be relationship material.
“Let me take you to breakfast.” I kiss his neck. “Let’s get showered.”
“Coming. Get it hot for me.”
I chuckle as I climb off the couch and make it to his bedroom. The shower is long and hot, but he never joins me, which means he passed back out. Quickly, I dry off and redress. When I make it to the living room, he’s wearing a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, sipping on coffee.
I lift a brow, smirking at him. “You forgot to shower—”
“You parked in the driveway,” he blurts out, unable to meet my stare. “I thought we agreed you’d park near the beach.”
All the warmth and happy feelings are cooled.
“In case you don’t remember, you were drunk last night,” I spit out, snagging my coat off the chair.
“I remember everything about last night,” he snaps back. “You should have moved your car.”
My hackles rise. “Excuse the fuck out of me for taking care of you.”
“I don’t need you to take care of me,” he throws back. “I just need you to follow the rules of our arrangement.”
I yank my coat on and storm over to him. “The rules? Jaxson, you broke the goddamn rules when you let this thing go on past the weekend.”
“You know what this is—”
“I know exactly what this was,” I grind out, my tone icy. “It was a weekend fuck that went on way too long. But don’t worry, Sheriff, your secret is safe with me because this thing is over. I’m not some teenage boy questioning his sexuality. I’m a gay man who’s down for a good fuck, but I’m not down for this.”
I storm out the front door, ignoring the guilt shining in his eyes. I’ve barely made it out to my car when I notice my tires have been slashed.
Unbelievable.
“Fuck!” I roar, kicking the front of my car. “Who the hell did this?”
Jax runs out, barefoot despite the freezing ass cold, but in sheriff mode. “Don’t touch anything.”
He rushes back inside. A few minutes later, he’s completely dressed, his phone pressed to his ear. “See you in five.”
“Brie?”
“She’s going to come take pictures,” he grunts out.
Time drags on, neither of us speaking. The wind is harsh and bitter, just like the thoughts whipping around in my head.
“Dante, I…” Jax’s voice cracks. “I’m sorry for what I said.”
“It needed to be said. All of it.”
“No,” he argues, gripping my arm. “Listen. I fucked up, okay? It was wrong of me to say what I said. I care about you. This thing between us, I want it. I want it to be more than just a weekend fuck.”
A car rounds the corner onto his street. Jax drops his hand like my arm is a hot stove.
“Nah,” I clip out. “I don’t think you want that at all. This is the end, Jax. Now do what you have to do with Brie so I can go home and scrub this shit from my mind.”
“Dante—”
“I said we’re done. Please respect my fucking wishes.”
I swallow down the pain clawing up my chest and force a smile for Brie. I’m not sure how Jax will talk his way out of this one, but it doesn’t matter anymore. We’re done. It’ll be difficult to pretend I don’t have feelings for Jaxson Bell. Eventually, my brain will convince my heart. For now, I just have to convince Brie.
Jaxson
I fucked up.
Royally.
Why did I say that shit to him?
My heart aches as I watch Dante walk through the doors of the B&B. Brie reaches over and pats my thigh.