Lyndley (11 page)

“I hope you can outdo your last first date,” I say with a cheeky grin.

He kisses my lips and grabs my ass. “Let’s just say that you will never need another first date.”

He kisses me once more before walking out the front door. When it closes, Mary puts a hand on my arm. “I’m so sorry for what you went through. If we would have known you were pregnant, we would have never asked him to stay. He should have been with you.” I bite my cheek to keep from crying. I want to remember her and talk about her, but it’s just too painful sometimes.
 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell anyone about her until now.” I turn to face her. “I was so ashamed that I couldn’t even keep her from dying. I just wanted her so bad, it crushed me. She was the last piece of him I had.”
 

She pulls me into a hug. “Sweetie, he never got over you. After you left, he spent most of the time angry at me and his father. He wanted to be in New York with you, but when he realized how bad his father was getting, he changed his attitude.”
 

“I hate that he was angry with you both,” I say, wiping my eyes.

“Oh, it was nothing we couldn’t handle. He’s always been crazy about you and we knew he was going to hurt, so we let him be angry for a while. He even went to New York to see you, but when he got back, he had changed. He started to party and sleep around with all those little hussies in town. He wasn’t the son we raised and we know part of it was because we asked him to stay.”

“He said he saw me with someone else when he came to New York. He didn’t even tell me he was there. If I would have known, I would have dropped everything to be with him.”

We walk over to the couch and sit down. “You two were so in love, I was afraid it would have fizzled. Many young kids don’t stay in love after college nowadays. I didn’t want that for either of you. Truth be told, I was kind of glad you broke up when you did. I was happy you’d both have the chance to date other people and see if you really were meant to be. I now know that you both wasted so much time being apart, you’ll never get that back.”
 

I flash her a small smile. “No matter how many people I went out with in New York, no one ever compared to Jaxson. He will always be the first boy to ever kiss me, the best first date, my best friend, and the father to our little angel who’s looking down on us from heaven. She probably has her grandpa wrapped around her little finger, too.”
 

“They’re both looking down on us and smiling, that’s for sure,” she says, her eyes glistening.
 

Before we break down into uncontrollable tears, she changes the subject. “So… Did you fall in love in New York?” she quietly asks.
 

“I thought I did, even thought about marrying him at one point, but it turns out everything was a lie. When he got arrested, I came home. I couldn’t afford New York on my own and all our accounts were frozen.” I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. I should have known better. Tyler was too good to be true.

“My dear, you
do
know it would have been illegal for you to marry that man, right?” She grins.
 

Placing my head in my hands, I nod. Her giggles cause me to laugh. “I didn’t know you knew,” I say, looking at her from between my fingers.
 

“Sweetheart, neither of you were ever any good at keeping quiet when you thought you were alone. I’m sure my poor Ben saw you two way more than he cared to, hearing you talking about getting married on more than one occasion.”
 

I can’t help but blush. I had no idea Ben saw us. Groaning, I hide my face again. “Oh, Lyn. You guys were kids and in love. Who were we to tell you to stay away from each other? At least you waited until you were both ready.”
 

“I’m so embarrassed.” I shake my head.
 

“I see the way you guys are with each other. You still love him, don’t you?”
 

“I love him more than anything. Since being back, I feel like I can breathe again.”
 

Chapter Twelve

When Jax comes back into the house, he’s all sweaty and dirty. He comes over to me and throws me over his shoulder. “Sorry, Momma, but I have some plans for this girl tonight.”
 

“Have fun,” she giggles, waving. He slaps my ass and walks us out the door. I wave to his mother while hanging upside down.

Smacking his ass, I tell him to let me down. He just chuckles and gives me a few more pats on the ass. “Darlin’, I have plans. Waiting for you to keep up with me is gonna take too long.” I hit his back and he just laughs harder, slowly letting me slide down his body. When I smell him and feel how hard his body is, every part of me starts humming.
 

He groans when I come into contact with his cock. “God, Lynd, your body still drives me fucking crazy.”
 

I can’t help but moan when I feel his hardness. I want nothing more than to get naked with him right now, but I have to remind myself that we need to take it slow.
 

He clears his throat, then grabs my hand and pulls me towards his place. "I'm trying to be a gentleman, but it's so fucking hard when all I want to do is strip you down and fuck you."
 

I let out a startled gasp and he just smirks. Before I know it, I am back over his shoulder and he is jogging to his house. Screaming and giggling, I pinch his butt until he finally puts me down on his front deck.
 

"I need to shower before I take you out,” he says with a wink, walking inside.
 

My stomach has flutters as I follow him, watching the way his ass moves in those tight jeans he's wearing. "Okay,” I squeak.
 

Turning around, he stalks right over to me and backs me up against the front door. His lips descend on mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth. When my phone starts to ring, Jax ignores it and picks me up. As we walk down the hall, a beautiful dog comes running towards us, almost knocking us over.
 

"Down, Max!” Jax hollers.
 

When he starts to set me on the bed, I wrap my legs around his waist. "Come on. I stink,” he groans. I shake my head and kiss him until we are both breathless. Leaning over my body, he kisses a path down my neck, to the tops of my breasts.
 

“Mmm,” I moan as the scruff from his beard runs along my skin, my panties starting to dampen. I pull his body closer to mine, feeling his hardness. When I rub against him, I hear his sharp intake of breath. Resting his forehead against mine, he pins me down so I can’t move.
 

“Darlin’, I want to do right by you. As much as I want to finish this, I need to show you that you mean more to me than just sex.” He kisses my nose, making me smile.

“Okay. I’ll stop,” I say with a grin. He kisses me once more, then turns and walks towards the bathroom.
 

Once he walks inside and closes the door, his big dog comes and jumps up on the bed. “Hey, buddy,” I say as the dog sniffs my face. Tentatively, stick my hand out and he tries to get me to pet him. I scratch his head until Jax comes back into the room, freshly showered. I don't ever remember him looking this good in an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
 

“Max, down,” he says with authority.
 

I watch Max jump down and sit on the floor next to him. “Wow,” I whisper. I’ve never been a dog person before, but I kind of like this one.
 

“He won’t bite unless you try to hurt me,” he says with a smile, grabbing my hand and pulling me up. “Come on, darlin’. We have plans.”
 

We walk out of his room and to the back door. Once we walk outside, I stop dead in my tracks. Gasping, I look around. There is a blanket on the grass, a picnic basket sitting right in the middle. We start to walk closer to the blanket and I notice the flower on top of the basket.
 

One single flower is all it takes to bring tears to my eyes. I have no clue how he remembered after all this time. The single white calla lily was my bouquet. When we had shown up to get married, we didn't have anything. Walking along the street to the chapel, we saw a flower vendor, and Jax picked out a white calla lily for me. I saved that flower. Hell, I still have it pressed into my favorite book.

He wraps his arms around me from behind and pulls me closer to him. “What do you think, babe?” he whispers against my ear.
 

“It’s perfect, Jax. I can’t believe you did this. How did you remember?”
 

He turns me around and I see the smirk on his face. “Baby, I could never forget one moment I spent with you. You were everything to me. Now that I know what you went through, I wish I would have gone with you to New York. Hell, I’m kicking myself for it. You have always been my future. I’m never letting you slip through my fingers again.”
 

He leans down and softly kisses my lips. When he pulls back, I can see the hunger in his eyes. He walks me over to the blanket and offers me a seat, just like he did the first time. I sit, waiting for him to do the same. “I must say, I never expected us to be right here, right now,” he says with a small smile.

“Neither did I. I never thought you’d be able to forgive me for what I did to you,” I mumble, looking at the ground.

Grabbing my hand, he kisses my knuckles. “Lyndley, I’m hurt and mad, but I could never hate you. You didn't do any of this on purpose. It just happened. I can accept that and move on, carrying her in my heart. I want you to do the same. I love you, and that will never change.” He intertwines our fingers and smiles at me.

“What?” I ask, blushing.
 

“You look just as beautiful as you did on our first date. I’m the luckiest man in the world right now.”
 

His hand gently grips the back of my neck and he pulls me in for a kiss. I forgot how it felt to be completely loved by someone. For years, I’ve tried to keep myself at a distance from everyone. Jax is the only man who has ever loved me this way. Sure, Tyler
said
he loved me, but I now know it wasn’t the same. I never felt the kind of love with him like I do with Jaxson.
 

Jax gently lays me back on the blanket, placing himself between my legs. Every inch of my body is on fire, and I want nothing more than for him to make me his again. I don't want to fight it anymore. I want him so bad, it hurts.
 

He kisses me softly and trails his mouth down my neck to the collar of my shirt, lowering it enough to kiss the tops of my breasts. I slip my hands inside his shirt and roam over his chest. When his hands grip to the bottom of my shirt, I help him out by lifting my arms. He tugs my t-shirt off and tosses it behind him, his eyes roaming over my body.
 

“Damn, baby. Your body is so fucking amazing.”
 

He reaches for my jeans and slowly unbuttons them, kissing a blazing trail from my breasts to my waist. When he gets them undone, I lift my hips as he slides them off, throwing them to the ground. He kisses his way back up my body, running his hands up my sides.
 

I grip his t-shirt and lift it over his head. When his lips find mine again, I start to unbutton his jeans and push them down as far as I can. He grabs them and takes them the rest of the way off. Seeing his fantastic body above me, I can’t help but get wet.
 

Every muscle flexes as he holds himself up above me. I kiss his chest and make my way to his nipple. Gently, I nibble on it. His eyes roll back in his head as he moans my name. Suddenly, he wraps his arms around me and flips us over so I’m now on top of him, his black boxer briefs barely able to contain his hardness.
 

Running my hands down his sides, I grip the band of his boxers and slide them down his muscular thighs, his dick standing at attention. Wrapping one hand around him, I lower my head and slowly run my tongue up and down his shaft. He reaches up and tangles his fingers in my hair.
 

Moaning, I take him as deep as I can. I bob my head a few times before he pulls me off. “Lynd, I don’t want to come in your mouth.”