Page 6 of Jaxon

A crooked smile turned up the side of his mouth. "Something like that." He dropped a piece of pizza on my plate.

When the smell of oregano hit me, I realized I was very hungry. I picked up the slice. It was still slightly warm. "Who's Griffin?"

"Fin is a cousin. He's the fourth roommate."

Jax downed three slices of pizza in the time it took me to finish mine. "So, you live here with your brother and cousins. Theo mentioned LaLa."

"That's my sister, Stella. We call her LaLa."

"Are there more siblings or cousins?"

"Hmm, let's see. Sometimes it's hard to keep track. Just kidding. There's Jules, Griffin's sister and Cormac or Mac as we call him is Theo's brother. Our dads are all brothers, the Stone brothers. They grew up here. Hunter is my dad. He's the oldest. Uncle Slade is Theo and Mac's dad, and Uncle Colt is Griffin and Jules' dad."

I sat back, filled with pizza and soda. "That is a big family. Very cool."

"It has its perks and drawbacks. I'm the oldest. By two minutes, LaLa would remind you, but growing up I was sort of expected to keep everyone from getting hurt, but it's like keeping watch over a wild bunch of monkeys. Lots of trips to the ER, me included. Now that we're all in our twenties the broken bones and stitches have slowed down some."

I looked at his arm. The blood was no longer flowing, but dried blood filled in some of the skin patches between the tattoo ink. "Speaking of that—how does the arm feel?" I winced at the thought of it. "I could have gotten you killed. I'm sorry. I didn't realize he was pissed enough to pull out his gun."

"Might have sparked that temper when you dropped his watch into the ocean. Classic move, by the way. I heartily approve."

"He'll kill me for it, of course," I said it airily, only meaning it in the metaphorical sense, but Jaxon sat forward so fast the table shook.

"Gidge—" he started.

I took hold of his hand. It was curled into an angry fist. "Relax, I'm kidding. He'll be pissed as hell, but that watch was fully insured, I assure you. Alex has a terrible temper, but so far—" I shook my head. "Oh wow, do not want to talk about the shitstorm that is my life." I took another sip of soda and shivered at the cool air coming through the kitchen window.

"You're cold," Jaxon said. "Shit, I'm a moron. Of course you're cold. Come with me. I can give you a sweatshirt or something." We both stood up, and he gazed hungrily at my bikini-clad body. "I can't believe I'm offering you something to cover up."

"Your secret is safe with me." I followed him up some very creaky stairs. "I'll bet there's no midnight snack sneaking in this house," I quipped.

"We don't let squeaky steps stop us from midnight fridge raids. We're made of tougher stuff than that."

I laughed as I followed him into one of the bedrooms. It consisted of a mattress set on the floor. The sheets and single blanket were tangled as if a tornado had blown through the room. A dresser was tucked into one corner, and a chair sat by the window. It was draped with dirty clothes.

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting guests." Jaxon quickly started picking clothes up from the floor. He snatched up a pink bra and froze to the spot as he stared down at the garment hanging from his finger.

"Hmm. Looks kind of small for you," I said.

Jaxon was the size of a damn grizzly, and something told me he was just as menacing in a fight, but he managed an embarrassed grin as he tried to push the bra into the rest of the clothes.

I tapped my chin. "I think the obvious question here is—didn't she notice she was walking out without her bra? I mean, I can see forgetting a sweatshirt or a hat but your bra? You must have knocked her senseless." I walked closer to Jaxon. He smelled good, earthy, like the ocean and all the good parts of nature that went with it. "I'm going to be honest, Mr. Stone, it's been a wild day, but there is one thing that has been front and center in my mind throughout the whole ordeal." I licked my lip to give him a hint.

His blue eyes darkened to a deep navy as he stepped closer. We were close enough that I could see a small X-shaped scar on his chin and another jagged scar above his eyebrow. "Yeah? What's that?"

I ran my fingers down his chest. "I've been wondering what it's like to be fucked by this incredible hunk of a man. Interested in putting my curiosity to rest?"

Jaxon stared at me for a long moment as if I was just a hallucination. "Fucking hell," he grunted, then swept his arms around me. I threw my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around him. He spun me around and slammed the door shut before pushing me up against the wall. His mouth devoured mine. I lowered my feet to the ground, and his callused fingers rubbed down my ass as he pushed my bikini bottoms to the floor. I stepped free of them, and he lifted me again and carried me to the bed.

I squealed as he dropped me onto the mattress. He was about to lean down over me, but I held up a hand. "Not so fast, cowboy. Drop 'em. I need to see what I'm getting into." I'd been captive in a horrid, rancid relationship, but today, I was living a fantasy, and I planned to enjoy and remember every minute of it. I sucked in a shocked breath when Jaxon untied his trunks and let them fall to the floor. "Oh wow. This woman has been warned, and she is ready."

Jaxon smiled as he knelt down on the bed. His eyes swept over me. "Fucking perfect angel. It's like you dropped from heaven instead of the deck of a yacht." He pushed aside the triangle of fabric covering my breast. "God, these tits?—"

Jaxon lowered his mouth to my breast, and I arched my back to press harder against his mouth as he lathed my nipple with his tongue. His hand smoothed down my belly. I dropped my thighs open as his fingers slid through the heat pooling in my pussy. He knew his way around a woman's body. He massaged my clit to the point that my pussy ached to be filled. I writhed my hips to move against the pressure of his hand, and in seconds I was close to coming.

I grabbed his arm. "No, I want you inside of me before I come. Please, Jax, I need you inside of me."

Jaxon grabbed a condom and rolled it on. I held my breath, waiting for him. Everything about him was enormous, intimidating, but he lowered himself down over me, slowly, cautiously. He kept most of his weight braced on his two muscular arms. He could crush me in those same arms, and what a great fucking way to go.

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