Jaxson (3 page)

"Shit, the girl could convince anyone of anything. I guess that doesn't surprise me," he says with a grin.
 

He slaps me on the back and says good night. I watch him walk back into the bar and I make my way to the driver's side of my truck. Getting in, I look over at her and her beautiful hazel eyes are staring at me.
 

"Jaxson." she starts. I can't help but just stare at her. Even looking like a hot mess, she's still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
 

"Thank you for keeping me from doing something stupid." Her voice is quiet and hesitant.

"Lynnie I'll always protect you. You want me to take you to your parent's house?" I ask gently.
 

She nods her head and I start the truck. The ride to her parent's house is quiet, I'm not sure if she's actually asleep or just pretending.
 
Looking over at her, I can't help but think of how things ended. When I pull up to her parent's house her eyes remain closed. Getting out, I make my way to her side, open the door and pick her up. Walking up to the door, I feel her move closer to my neck. When her lips graze me I feel a shock of electricity, the same electricity I've felt every time our bodies touch.

Grabbing her keys out of her purse, I unlock the door and make my way inside. Walking down the hall to her room, I remember the last time I went in there. Shaking all thoughts of her out of my head, I walk into her room. Setting her on her bed, I pull off her shoes and set them next to the bed pulling the blanket over her still clothed body, I move the hair off of her face and kiss her forehead. "Night Lyndley." I whisper into the dark room.

"Night Jaxson. I love you," she whispers back.

When I get to my truck the only thing I can think about is the last words she said to me tonight. Does she really still love me or is it just in her head? I've longed to hear those words come out of her mouth again for years.
 

The words "I love you, Jaxson," made me feel like I couldn’t breathe. When I finally pull up to my house, I feel like I can breathe for the first time in forever. Maybe not all is lost between us. Maybe we can make things work out after all.

Making my way inside, I look around my living room and remember why I built this house in the first place. For years, I got to listen to Lyn's dream house. She was so excited for the future that she would draw what our country home would look like. I'm sure she never expected it to be here in Texas, but that is where it is.
 

The vaulted ceilings, the wood work, the kitchen, and the master bedroom were all her idea. She had them drawn up perfectly. The only thing that was my idea was the entertainment room. It’s the total man room, the one place I don't get caught remembering the way she kissed me like I was everything to her.

Heading to my room, I see Max lying on my rug in front of the four poster bed. As soon as he sees me, he comes running over to me. At least someone is happy to see me. I scratch his head and walk back into the kitchen to get him some food and water. Man's best friend is the only person I come home to anymore. Max is a full blooded German Sheppard who loves me more than anything. It's easy to say, I feel the same way about him. He's always been here for me and would never leave if he had the choice.

Once he digs in, I make my way to the shower. I need to get her scent off of me before I do something stupid like go back to her parent's place.

Once I'm showered and ready for bed, I slip under the covers and plug my phone into the charger. Before I can even lie down, I get a message.

Tate:
How did things go?

Me:
I don’t even know. At least she didn’t try and kill me

Tate:
lol that’s a start man

Me:
yeah. You still coming by to help me tomorrow?

Tate:
yup I’ll be there
 

Me:
Thanks man

Setting my phone on the night stand, I close my eyes and pray that I don't dream of her.

Waking up the next morning, I have a raging hard on that won't go away. All night I tossed and turned thinking about Lyndley. The feeling of having her in my arms again made my brain short circuit, now she's all I can think of.
 

Getting out of bed, I grab a pair of jeans and pull them on. Adjusting myself enough to be comfortable, I grab some socks and my boots. Once I get my boots on, I grab a clean t-shirt and my old ball cap. Max whines at the French doors, so I let him out.

Walking into the kitchen I start the coffee and grab a few pieces of bread to make toast. Once I finish eating and am starting on my second cup of coffee I hear a knock at the door. Not knowing who would be here this early, since I know damn well Tate is still probably in bed with who knows who, I make my way over to the front door.
 

Looking out the peep hole I see her standing there looking unsure of herself. Almost like she doesn't know why she's here. Slowly opening the door, I come face to face with the girl who haunts my dreams, and every memory that I give a damn about.

"Hi." she says quietly.
 

I motion for her to come in and she tentatively takes a step inside my house. I don't know if I'm dreaming or not, but if I am, then I never want to wake up.

"Hey Lyn. Everything okay?" Watching her fidget is quite amusing. She was always so sure of herself before.

"I just wanted to say thank you for what you did last night. I know I don't deserve your kindness, but I really appreciate it." Watching her I can tell I still make her nervous.
 

"Lyn I would do anything for you. It was nothing." A small smile forms on her lips and I get a strong urge to kiss her. Before I can keep from acting on it, she starts to move closer to me. Holding my breath I wait for what she does.

"I'm sorry I never knew your father passed away. I feel terrible that I wasn't there for you when you needed me." When she looks up at me, I know she means it. She was always close with my parents and it's a shame that my dad didn't live longer. There are so many times that I wished he was here to witness the things I’ve accomplished or the changes I made on the ranch. He would love this place even more now. He would love the house I built not to far from the house I grew up in.

Shaking my head, I brush her statement off. I don't want her to know how much I needed her at that time of my life. Before I can change the topic, she starts to speak again. "I thought that your mom would hate me when I showed up on her door step this morning."
 

I can't help but laugh. I used to joke with my parents that they loved her more than me, because it's true. They've always loved her like their own daughter. "Yeah my momma still loves you more than me." Her smile comes back, it's got to be my favorite thing in the world.
 

Tucking her hair behind her ear, I see the scar she got when we were jumping off the tree into the pond our junior year. It's not very big, but I know that it's there. Moving closer to her, I run my finger along the scar, tracing the jagged line of it.
 

I feel the spark between us and her eyes lift to mine. She can feel it too; I know she can. Lowering my lips to hers, I can't help but feel my stomach flip flop at the thought of kissing her again. When our lips connect, I feel the electricity just like before, if not more. Pulling her body closer to mine, I devour her mouth. Her tongue sweeps into my mouth and I know she can't fight the feelings between us.
 

Before I know it, she's pulling away from me like she's on fire. Her face is flush and her eyes are wild. Shit this may go bad. “I… I… got to go,” she stumbles out. I watch her turn towards the door. Before she can open it, I’m right behind her with one hand holding it closed. She tries to pull the door open, but I don’t let it open. Turning to face me, she looks guilty. I don’t know why, but she does.

“Jax, I can’t.” She states shaking her head.
 

“Lynnie, I know you want it just as bad as I do.” I state, staring into her eyes.

She bites her bottom lip, I wish it was me doing the biting. “Jax, I’m not the same girl you knew all those years ago. I’ve changed and trust me, I’m not who you want.”
 

Her statement floors me and I have a hard time telling her she’s wrong. What would she of possibly done to make me not like her.
 

“Lynnie you’ll always be the one for me. I promised to love you till death do us part and I won’t give up on us. I gave you the time you needed away, but now that you're back I’m not letting you walk away.” I crush my mouth to hers and kiss her with ten years of missed passion. She’s kissing me back with the same amount of passion and pushes me into the living room. Picking her up, I walk us over to the kitchen counter.
 

Setting her on the counter, I kiss down her neck. Her small hands inch their way down to the hem of my shirt. When her cold fingers slide across my abs, I can’t help but moan. I trail my hands under her shirt and pull it off of her body. Her mouthwatering tits are on display for me in her Barely There bra.
 

When she starts to pull my shirt up, I help her out and pull it over my head. She leans over and starts to kiss along my chest and straight to my neck. Fuck. Having her mouth on me again almost makes me come before anything even happens. Her short jean skirt is barely covering her panties as it is, so I pull it up. Gripping her tiny black thong, I slide it down her toned, tan legs. Her heels look like something off of a runway, its fucking turning me on even more.

Kneeling down in front of her, I lower my mouth to her pussy. I can already smell her desire. She wants this just as much as I do. Her hands grip my hair and I run my tongue across her clit. Her hips move closer to my tongue and I spear it inside of her sweet pussy. She tastes way better than I remember. Her hands loosen on my hair and she slowly lies back on the counter, giving me better access. Sucking her clit in my mouth, I gently bite down and swirl my tongue around her nub. Her moans are filling my kitchen and my dick is hard as a rock.
 

Pulling her closer to the edge, I trail kisses up her body. When I get to her perfect tits, I pull one of the cups down and suck her nipple into my mouth. “Oh God Jax.” She groans as I bite down. After I unzip my jeans, I feel her feet pushing them down as far as she can. Stroking my cock, I line myself up with her perfect pussy.
 

She leans us up and kisses me deeply. Thrusting inside of her, I feel her pussy clamp around my cock so fucking tight that I think I’m going to explode. It feels like coming back home for me. “Fuck Lynnie, you feel so damn good.” I grunt out.
 

“Ahhh,” she breathes as I start my pace. Grabbing her hands, I put them behind her back and hold them with one hand. She struggles for a second, but then she gives herself over to me. Just knowing that she gives me that, makes me want to come right this second. Grinding her hips into me, she moans out my name as I pound into her with long hard strokes.
 

Her eyes roll back and her head falls as she screams out her orgasm. I almost forgot how fucking sexy she is when she comes. When her pussy squeezes me, I can’t help but come right after her. “Fuck, Lyn.” I groan as I fill her with my cum. It's been far too long since I've been inside her.

Collapsing on her, I try to take most of my weight off of her. She runs her fingers up and down my back, it takes me back to the last time we ever had sex. We were young and dumb and had sex everywhere we could.