Page 21 of Jax: Untamed
The concerns of how Danny and I were going to make it on just his salary still haunted me but I had to have faith that it would work out. I didn’t have any other choice.
We grabbed a bite to eat at Waffle House since it’s cheap and stopped at the dollar store for some candy that we had full intentions of sneaking in at the theater. We watched the new rom-com and laughed like we didn't have a care in the world. And for a couple of hours…I really didn’t. My dad, leaving everything I’ve ever known, my crush on a man way out of my league, and mine and Danny’s scary new life were completely drowned out by the belly laughs this movie provided. And I was so grateful.
We decided to call it an evening after the movie, and she dropped me off. As soon as I got inside I could tell I wasn’t alone.
Flutters fill my stomach as I approach the door lit up by Alyssa’s headlights. That means Jax is home and I’m so not ready to face him. I grab the handle of the door and the motion lights turn on. I turn and wave over my shoulder and Alyssa begins to pull around the circle driveway and head out.
I shut the door quietly behind me and the house is quiet, except for the soft music playing on the TV in the living room. I glance at the kitchen as I go by it and see an array of finger foods strewn messily across the kitchen counters and island.
Jax has a guest. My stomach sinks as the realization hits me…the kiss was nothing. I was clearly a passing by standard that he needed to take his anger out on. For some reason, I expected it and it’s not as painful as it should have been.
I tiptoe straight to the stairs and head up quietly. I already pissed him off at work causing trouble. I really didn't need to be a part of another messy scene with Jax and a female. I reach the top few stairs and a moan stops me in my tracks. Tingles zing to my sex imagining him and I grab my mouth. Another moan follows and banging on the wall accompanies. Two more loud bangs and I hear a low growl.
Oh my god!That one was Jax.
My feet are stuck, firmly planted, as I try to decide if I run down the stairs and act like I heard nothing, or make a break for it to my room. It feels like an eternity passes as I hear lighter movements and voices muffled through the door and my heart pounds. A split-second decision has me rushing up the last steps and just as my hand is about to grab my door knob the second door down opens and Jax steps out.
“Firefly,” he grumbles.
“I just-, I was-,”
He walks over to me, shirtless and glistening, black hair wild and boxers disheveled, smelling wildly of booze. He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, “red looks good on you.”
Everything in my body melts as his fingertip brushes my ear lobe and I want to take him in my room right now, even though he was just with another woman, and let him show me all the ways a man should touch me.
But I don’t. I’m a good girl. I’m not a good match for Jax. I don’t belong in this world and he just proved it.
I smile, “I’m just gonna go to bed.”
A tall blonde comes strolling out of the bedroom and I recognize her from the pool incident a couple of weeks ago. My eyes widen as she stops next to Jax and gives me the same scrunched look she did the first time she saw me. Honestly, I'd probably do the same thing if some girl kept interrupting my alone time, so I couldn’t hate her for it. They seem to bethose kinds of friends.
I duck away without another word, shutting the door behind me, and falling back releasing the longest breath ever. My reflection in the mirror catches my eye and I see my red hair flying in the wind of my breath. My lips quiver as I touch them remembering.
Firefly…
Chapter 11
Jax
It’s almost over. She’ll be gone in a few days. Back in school. Gone from the restaurant. Gone from my house.
Pain surges through my core at the thought. But I knew it would come eventually. It's better this way. I'm growing weaker by the day with the thought of taking her in my arms and exploring her body just one time before she leaves.
But if I did, I’d never want to stop.
I find them on the bench under the big oak tree in the back having lunch. She comes to work early with him sometimes so she doesn't have to be alone at home. I stand for a second watching my friend, who's grown to be my brother and the woman of my dreams that will never be mine, as they laugh and joke with each other, and a lightning bolt streaks through my cold heart. She’s the only one to ever tame it.
I take a deep breath in and walk up behind them, “what’s so funny?”
“I was telling her about Mrs. Monroe the other day. You remember…”
I chuckle, “yeah I remember. Listen, I know this is our official last weekend together and I was thinking we could have a going away party.”
"Yeah, Chalene mentioned that.”
“Nothing too big. Just a few of us. You know, go out with a bang.”
They both look at each other grinning and then back at me, “well yeah, that sounds great.”