Page 32 of Resisting Temptation (Men of Honor 3)
Jaxson glares at him, and I swear, if he didn’t have his daughter strapped to him right now he would have taken Sawyer to the ground.
“Don’t worry, Annabelle,” Sawyer coos and bravely walks up to her, “you don’t look ridiculous, just your dad does. You are pretty, just like your mom.”
Jaxson shoves him in the chest. “Shut the fuck up and don’t kiss my kid.”
The three of us have a good chuckle at his expense before Cooper breaks in, “All right, out with it, Evans, why the hell did you bring us here?”
He gets a shit-eating grin. “You guys are never going to believe what I stumbled upon. Follow me.” He heads toward the door then stops and looks back at me, “You too, come on.”
I stare at him like he’s an idiot. “We can’t all leave the gym.”
“Yes, we can. Holly is here.”
We look over at our shitty receptionist, who we agreed to let work here for a month for her work experience at school. She snaps her gum and gives us a smile before continuing to file her nails. I look back at Evans and give him a ‘you have got to be shitting me’ look.
“She’ll be fine, we aren’t going to be gone that long and it’s just down the street. Trust me, you aren’t going to want to miss out on this.”
Shaking my head, I reluctantly follow. I have to admit, I’m a little curious to see what has him so worked up.
He leads us down the street and stops directly across from the park, where there is a group of girls doing yoga in the open field. “See, what the fuck did I tell you. It’s beautiful, right?”
Are you fucking serious? I’m just about to slap him across the head, but my hand halts mid-air when my gaze lands on red hair. All the breath gets sucked out of my lungs as I take in the one girl I’ve been dying to see again since she ran into me a few days ago.
Sawyer claps Jaxson and me on the back. “Have a seat boys, and let’s enjoy the view of our beautiful women, in tight as fuck clothing, while their bodies bend in every position known to man.”
I sit down on the street bench next to him and ignore his “our women” comment. All their women might be over there, but no matter how much I wish differently, Red is not my woman and never will be. Is she someone else’s woman? My blood pumps with a violent rage at the thought. Shit, don’t go there, Walker, or you’re liable to give yourself a fucking aneurysm. I glare over at Sawyer, pissed at him for bringing me here when I’ve had a hard enough time trying to keep my thoughts straight the last few days.
He smiles at me smugly. “You’re welcome.” I punch the arrogant bastard in the arm, which only makes him chuckle. “Whatever, don’t act like you aren’t happy I dragged your ass here,” he replies, then rips my beanie off my head. “And what the fuck is with you still wearing this damn thing like it’s winter out? It’s eighty-five degrees out here for fuck’s sake.”
Yanking it out of his hand, I put it back on then shrug, not knowing what to say. I’ve grown attached to the damn thing for some reason. If I don’t wear it I feel like I’m walking around without fucking pants on or something.
“At least go buy a fucking summer one if you want to wear it so damn bad. I’m sweating my balls off just looking at you.”
I look over at him annoyed. “Who the fuck are you, the fucking fashion police? Why don’t you shut the hell up, and go put on one of your woman’s waitress dresses and bake a fucking pie, sexy fucking Sawyer.”
Jaxson and Cooper bust into a fit of laughter while Evans grins back at me, not offended in least. “You should see what I do in that bakery to my woman when everyone is gone, and she’s wearing her sexy dress uniform.”
I roll my eyes. “Fucking spare me the details.” I swear that all the guy does is stop in at that bakery, day in and out, to fuck the girl to death.
The sound of laughter draws my attention to the girls and I can instantly pick out Faith’s from the rest. The sweet, soft sound of it, along with the beautiful smile on her face, hits me like a powerful blow to the chest.
Jesus she’s beautiful. I watch as her tight, lithe body bends into positions that are every guy’s fucking fantasy. Images start running through my head, of the night I was lucky enough to get to love every inch of that body, with my hands, my mouth and my…
“Hey, what kind of snacks do you have in that diaper bag? I’m hungry,” Sawyer asks, thankfully pulling me from my thoughts. Jaxson looks over at him, wondering if he’s serious. “What? Chicks pack food in those things all the time for their kids. Julia probably has tons of shit in there.”
“She’s five weeks old, you fucking idiot. She only has formula.”
“Well how the hell am I supposed to know that, daddy fucking daycare? Jesus, you’re in a real mood today. What the hell crawled up your ass?”
“It’s because he hasn’t gotten laid in five weeks.”
Jaxson swings his glare from Evans over to Cooper, not appreciating his chuckled response.
“Ah, well that explains it. How much longer do you have to wait? Jesus, I think my dick would fall off if I had to go that long without Grace.” I shake my head. The guy just doesn’t know when to shut up.
“She sees the doctor in a few days… Three to be exact,” Jaxson mumbles, before pressing a kiss to his daughter’s head.
Before anyone can say more, the sound of a speedy little motor cuts through the air and draws my attention to the left. I watch a little old lady race toward us, like a bat out of hell, in her motorized cart that’s filled with groceries in the front basket. She slams on her brakes so hard she skids to a stop in front of the bench.
