Page 51 of Fighting Temptation (Men of Honor 1)
“I’ll keep the restraining order,” I whisper quietly.
I feel Jaxson relax, “Thanks baby, you just saved us a really big fight.”
I smile gently.
He kisses the top of my head, “Come on let’s go. We’ll pick up something to eat on the way home.”
A few hours later we’re sitting on Julia’s couch eating and watching a movie. All my stuff is in the guest bedroom upstairs right next to Julia’s bedroom. From here on out I will be getting no sleep, my hard dick will be keeping me up all night. I just hope I’m not plagued by nightmares while I’m here. I haven’t had one for some time now but once in a while one can sneak up on me.
I look over at Julia, “Eat!” I say firmly, pointing to her untouched burger and fries that are beside her.
“I’m not very hungry,” she says quietly. She’s wrapped in a blanket over the sweats she’s wearing, showing me she’s still cold. Her face is pale and her beautiful eyes still full of fear. It makes me want to leave and kill that fucker, I’m seriously entertaining the idea. The only thing stopping me is I don’t want to leave Julia, she scared the fuck out of me with her panic attack earlier. Cooper promised me he would deal with the asshole.
“Eat Julia!”
She rolls her eyes and takes a big dramatic bite of her burger, “There, happy?”
Damn! The girl is lippy. “I will be when it’s all gone.” She ends up finishing most of it, so I let her be.
She lays down now and puts her feet across me while she watches the movie, some chick flick I haven’t been paying attention to. My head is full of images of beating Jennings to death. I knew the fucker wasn’t all there but even Cooper and I didn’t realize it was this bad. The fact that Wyatt thinks Julia is his goes to show just how crazy he is. Everyone in this town has always known she’s mine. I’m starting to rethink my decision about this ‘just friends’ bullshit. Clearly we already have a hard time controlling our emotions. Staying here with her is only going to make it worse. But I know it’s not fair to Julia, she deserves to have a life, a family. That’s something she can never have with me because no way in hell do I ever plan on having kids. My bloodline stops at me, the thought of fucking a kid up like my father did to me makes me sick.
I look back at Julia and see she’s sound asleep. Her face drawn and pale, there’s a bluish tinge under her eyes showing her exhaustion. She looks so small and fragile like this that it makes me want to lock her in here forever so no one can hurt her.
I turn off the TV and pick her up effortlessly; she doesn’t stir. I lay her in bed and cover her up. I decide to leave her in her sweats, I’ll have a hard enough time sleeping tonight as it is. Afterwards I lock up the house and head to bed and settle in for a long fucking night.
The next morning I wake up in my bed still in my sweats with a blanket draped over me. I realize I fell asleep watching the movie last night and Jaxson must have carried me up here. I stretch and think about yesterday’s events. I still can’t believe how delusional I was about Wyatt. How has he gone so long in this town without people realizing how crazy he is?
My phone interrupts my thoughts with a chime. I reach over and grab it seeing a text from Kayla.
Kayla: Be ready for 7 on Friday. Make sure you dress in dark clothes and wear a hat. We are going to bust this fucker.
With everything that happened with Wyatt yesterday I had forgotten about Kayla, which makes me feel terrible. I’m still reeling that Cooper could even do this. I want to talk to Jaxson about it but I won’t because I know he won’t keep it from Cooper.
I hear the shower turn on in the hall bathroom telling me Jaxson is awake. I decide to get up and have one myself, I try to be quick so I can make him breakfast when he’s done. I’m thankful my ribs are doing better and I don’t need to wrap them anymore. I change into a pair of faded jean shorts and a soft pink tank. It’s supposed to be a scorcher the next few days. After I’m done my hair I hear Jaxson moving around in his room next door.
I walk out and see his door slightly a jar. I peek my head in, “Hey what do you want…” my words die in my throat and I suck in a sharp painful breath at the sight before me. Jaxson is faced away from me, shirtless, a huge tattoo covers half of his defined back. It’s the most beautiful angel I have ever seen. Her detailing so distinctive you would swear she was real. There’s a darkness that swirls around her but it does nothing to take away from her beauty. The whole tattoo is dark, mostly black and shaded, except for the angel’s eyes. Her eyes are a bright aquamarine… the same color as mine. Although the tattoo is massive and beautiful it does nothing to cover the horrendous scars that mark his skin. It looks like someone whipped him or cut him… I don’t know which and I’m not sure I want to. My eyes roam up his back and collides with his hard gaze. My cheeks are wet from tears and my heart pounds painfully with hurt. I can tell he’s trying to gauge my reaction. I try to talk, to say something, but I can’t seem to say anything, my words frozen in my throat.
I clear my throat, “I’m sorry, I… I didn’t realize you were changing.” I close the door and quickly make my way downstairs into the kitchen.
