First Love (14 page)

I
AM
not really a jealous guy, usually, but there is something about the way Jax looks at Amber that makes me feel the need to mark my territory. Yes, I know I sound like a douche, but I have no control over these feelings. He just has this look to him. You know the type, the pretty boy who is used to getting what he wants. He may fool Amber, but he is not fooling me. At all. I know he wants my girl, but he is sadly mistaken if he thinks he can have her.

“Here ya go, this is yours." I open the door for him and wave him inside. He looks around and puts his bag down. He looks like he wants to say something but isn't sure how or what to say. I figure I would start. “Amber is really glad you took this job, she said you did a great job back in Atlanta."

"I am happy to come out here to help, I’ve missed having her around. She is a great woman, and one of my best friends until she left." Okay … he brought up the friend word, so I am just going to ask what I need to ask and get it all out there. The sooner I know where he stands, the better.

"I keep getting the feeling that you want a little more than friendship from Amber." At least he looked a little embarrassed

“I’m not going to lie to you. I have been in love with her for a long time, but she made it clear that she only wants to be friends. That’s what I’ve been." I can't blame the guy. Who wouldn't fall for her?

"I appreciate the honesty. I can understand falling for her. She is a total package. Just so we are on the same page, you are not going after her in anyway, correct?" He smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I respect her too much to try to go after her. She already told me no. Plus, I am not the kind of guy that tries to split people up." I give him a smile and a nod. I feel better. He seems like an okay guy, but only time will tell. I head for his door and before I can get all the way out, he starts to speak again.

“Make no mistake, though, Kyle. When you fuck things up with her and she gives me any indication that she has changed her mind about me, I will take my chance."

“I know how lucky I am to have her. I will not fuck it up. She’s it for me. There is no one else. Save yourself a lot of lonely nights and calloused hands. Find your own girl." It took all of my self-control to walk out without kicking the living shit out of this mother fucker. I don't care what he says, he is going to do everything he can to wedge in between us. Unless I want to help him along and come out of this looking like a crazy possessive asshole, I am going to have to keep my cool. I head outside to check on Amber and Paul.

Looks like they are just finishing up with the sign. It looks great in big, bold, black letters that read
Oakville Community Youth Center
. At the bottom, in beautiful script, it says, "In Memory of Gene and Ima Lewis." Gene and Ima were two of the greatest people. Amber loved them more than anything and so did I. I never knew any of my grandparents and since Amber and I were attached at the hip since we were toddlers, they treated me like a grandson. Mrs. Lewis always said Amber and I were meant for each other. She was so disappointed when I came back from Atlanta and told her Amber was engaged. She said to be patient, that she would come back to me someday. I didn't believe her at the time, but, as always, she was right. I smiled and said a silent, "Thank you," to them both. They never interfered in anyone’s business, but I have a feeling that somehow from heaven they played a huge role in bringing Amber back to me. They would be so proud of what she is doing with this youth center.

She looks so beautiful in the sunshine, laughing with Paul. She has been working so hard lately on the center, I think she is due for a little break and a walk down memory lane. Plus, I have something very important to discuss with her and now is as good a time as any. I thought about waiting a while longer, but I have loved this girl my whole life. If it's at all possible I love her more after our separation. I know how dark, lonely, and painful my life is without her in it. And, because of that, I am not wasting any more time.

As soon as I get close enough, I pull her into my arms and kiss her gently. I just can't get enough of her. I hope this feeling never goes away. “That sign is amazing, babe. I love the dedication at the bottom," I say as I kiss her on the forehead. She gives me a sad smile.

“I wish they could be here to see this place. I miss them both so much." I hate seeing her sad, especially when this is something I can’t fix.

“I know you do, so do I. They may not be here, but they see what you are doing and they are very proud of you." She smiles a little brighter at those words and it warms my heart.

"Thank you. I am going to go check on Jax." She kisses my cheek and heads toward the door.

When Amber goes inside to check on Jax, I fill Paul in on what I want to do and ask him to help me out. Once he has his instructions and is on his way, I go up to get my girl.

I’m walking up the stairs to Amber's office when I hear the two of them talking. I really try not to eavesdrop, but I hear my name, and well, I just can’t help it. Yeah, I know it was a shitty thing to do, but I never said I was perfect. I lean up against the wall outside her door.

"I remember the way you were in Atlanta ... how can you take him back after he did that to you?”

"Jax … it was all a misunderstanding. I told you he didn't do anything. I was the one who overreacted and left town without a word. I did that to myself."

"I'm sure you are going to blame yourself for all the booze, drugs, and women he's had over the last six years too, huh?" I really am starting to hate this guy with every fiber of my being.

"Jax, I told you those things because you are my friend and I needed a shoulder. Not so you could throw it in Kyle’s face. In a roundabout way, yes I do, and before you say another word, this conversation is done, Jax. I love Kyle; he is not going anywhere. So, back to your cousin coming to town. I'm sure we can find a spot for her when she gets here." That's my girl. I walk in with a huge smile on my face and place a chaste kiss on her lips.

“I think Jax can finish up on his own. Right, man?" I look at Jax, give him a sly grin, and turn back to Amber before she can protest. “You’ve been working very hard lately and I have a surprise planned for you." She smiles and starts grabbing her things.

"Okay, you should have everything you need to lock up, Jax. I will see you tomorrow," she says over her shoulder

"I'll be fine, have a good time." Amber can't see that the look on his face doesn’t match the tone in his voice. He isn't happy about her leaving with me. I can’t resist. I give him my best fuck you smile and pull Amber closer.

K
YLE HELPS
me in his truck, but before he closes the door he gives me a kiss that has me wanting to straddle him in his truck. Of course, he knows what he is doing. He laughs as he breaks the kiss and shuts my door. I hope bringing Jax here wasn't a mistake. I can feel the tension between the two of them from a mile away. I’m proud of Kyle though, he is handling it very well. So far. I’ll just have to make sure Jax knows there is nothing more than a friendship between us. I asked him here because he was very good at running the center in Atlanta and I know he will be a huge asset here. I just need to make sure that nothing will come between Kyle and me again. “Are you going to tell me where we are going?"

"No, that would ruin the whole part about it being a surprise." He gave me his sexy smile and a wink. I don't really like surprises, and he knows it. So, maybe, I can get it out of him. I unhook my seatbelt, lift the console, and slide into the middle seat next to him. I find the other seat belt, click it in place, and rest my hand on his thigh and my head on his shoulder. I start running my hand up his thigh over his rock hard abs and along his chest.

"Could I persuade you to give me a hint?" I whisper in his ear. I feel him suck in a breath.

"You are an evil woman ... you know that, right?" He looks over quickly before turning his attention back to the road.

"Trust me, there is nothing evil about what I am planning on doing to you. In fact, I think you will find it very pleasurable … mind blowing, even," I whisper in the most seductive voice I can. I must be doing something right because his chest is rising and falling, rapidly. If that isn't enough, the obvious growing bulge between his legs is a dead giveaway. I love that I can affect this man with only a few words and simple touches. It makes me feel desirable and sexy. He is trying to play it as cool as possible, but he isn't doing a very good job.

"Wh ... what was it you had in mind?" Oh yeah, he knows exactly what I have in mind. As turned on as he is by the idea, I bet if he was in charge of guarding the nation’s nuclear launch codes, before this was over, they would be in my hands. At this point, I don’t care where we are going anymore. He is like a hormonal teenager in a whore house. I reach down and unhook his belt, undo the button, and slowly pull down the zipper of his jeans. I smile up at him. I love it when he doesn’t wear boxers.

"Did you forget something when you got dressed this morning?" I tease. He quickly looks down at me and smiles.

“No, I didn't forget anything. Fucking you whenever I want is much easier with less clothing in the way." If I could keep him naked twenty-four hours a day, I would. I slide my hand into his jeans and wrap my hand around his hard cock, ease it out of its confines, and begin to leisurely stroke it. I look up at him again and slowly lick my lips. He takes a ragged breath. I lower my head and take him into my mouth.

"Fuck!" Kyle growls the minute I run my tongue along his length then back up. I tease his head a little before taking him in again, sucking as hard as I can. "Oh, Amber, that it so good," he moans. I feel the truck come to a stop and Kyle puts it into park. We are either pulled over or at our destination. I really don’t care. I am enjoying the look of pleasure on Kyle's face too much. He keeps one hand gripped on the steering wheel so tightly that I can see his knuckles turning white. The other hand is wrapped around my hair just enough to control the depth and speed of my mouth on his cock. “Amber! I'm going to come, baby," he growls. I feel his whole body tighten before he starts spilling down my throat. I kiss and lick him a little bit more, then put him back in his jeans. When I look up at him, he has his head back, his eyes closed, and one hell of a smile on his face. God, I love to see him smile, especially when I know I put it there. I just lay there with my head in his lap looking up at him while he runs his hands through my hair.

Being with only him and Daniel, I don't have a lot of experience with sex. Daniel was very vanilla, always missionary, nothing changed. EVER. He was so plain, it was almost impossible to get him to kiss my neck. Like he was programmed, lips touch lips and that's it. The only thing he ever seemed to pay a lot of attention to was my breasts. Normally, that's not a bad thing. But, I hated it. Everything else was so neglected that I cringed every time he tried to touch my boobs. From start to finish, sex was over in like thirty minutes, including his sad idea of foreplay. He never said anything during, no noises, nothing. I swear, he didn't even breathe heavy. When he was done, he would get right up, get dressed, and get back to what he was doing before. God, thinking about it now … why in the hell did I stay with him? But again, where sex was concerned, I didn't know it could be different. Kyle was my first, I was his, and he was nowhere near as skilled back then as he is now. Even at eighteen and inexperienced, it was better than with Daniel. I always chalked that up to the feelings. I knew I didn't love Daniel like I did Kyle.