Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Did your witness get a good look at the guy?”
“No, but he said it was definitely a man and definitely a can of spray paint.” He sighs and turns back to his stir fry. “But, since he was drunk, he doesn’t remember anything else like which direction he went or if he got into a car.”
“Don’t worry,” I assure him. “You’ll find out who it is.”
He shrugs. “It’s a waste of time. The guy’s not hurting anyone. I’d much rather find out which fucker hurt Callan.”
That makes two of us.
Thankfully, Callan hasn’t had any more issues at school and no one has vandalized any more of my property. Until this morning when Ned threw out his nasty remarks, I’d relaxed a little and allowed myself to get distracted with Jax.
“Want to set the table?” he asks.
I collect his wineglass and take them both to the table. As I grab plates, napkins, and silverware, I casually say, “Shelly’s been bugging me lately. Really putting on the pressure to know where it is I keep running off to all the time.”
Jax grows quiet, just as I expected.
“Don’t worry, Sheriff, your secret’s still safe with me.” I flash him a wide, albeit fake smile. A promise is a promise and I don’t break those.
It isn’t until we’re seated and enjoying his delicious meal that he reaches over to take my hand.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I wish…”
I nod, shrugging. “I know. It is what it is. I know what I signed up for.”
We move on to lighter subjects. Brie is seriously dating the coach guy, which is surprising to the both of us. He’s your typical arrogant jock. Brie, however, seems like the type to date smarter. For some reason, though, she’s into him. Jax thinks it’s a phase and she’ll move on soon.
After cleaning up the kitchen, we settle on the sofa to watch a movie on Netflix, my head in Jax’s lap. His fingers stroke through my hair in a soothing way that has me relaxing. We may be a secret thing that can’t really go anywhere, but I enjoy the quiet with him when it’s just us. I’m not Dante the B&B owner who avoids relationships like the plague. He’s not the sheriff who’s stuck in the closet. It’s just us, hanging together like a real couple would, with no pressure to behave a certain way.
“You going to make me sit here all night or are you going to make room?” Jax teases, grinning down at me.
“Fine,” I grumble as I sit up, “but you have to be the little spoon. If the couch is too small and one of us has to go, it’s your ass that’s falling off, not mine.”
He chuckles as we get situated with my body wrapped around his. I bury my nose in his neck, getting high off his pine scent, no longer caring about the movie. He groans when I kiss his flesh with an open mouth, gently sucking. I slide my palm over his rock-hard abs up toward his pecks.
“We’re supposed to be watching a movie for date night,” he murmurs. “Not skipping to the ending.”
“The ending’s the best part.” I nip at his shoulder. “But don’t mind me. Keep watching your movie. I’ll keep doing this.” My palm drifts down his stomach to the button on his jeans.
“Dante…”
“Shh.” I unbutton his jeans and drag the zipper down. “You don’t want to miss the movie.”
“Fuck the movie,” he growls, twisting around to face me. “All I care about seeing is you.”
His lips crash to mine for a hungry kiss while his hand palms my dick over my slacks. Our breathing is ragged as we desperately try to consume each other. He abandons my aching cock to pluck through the buttons on my dress shirt in record speed. I’ve managed to free his dick from his boxers and stroke him with earnest.
“Too much clothing,” he complains, tugging at my undershirt. “Take this shit off.”
I laugh as I abandon his cock to tear away my dress shirt and undershirt. Once they’re gone, we go back to making out like two horny teenagers. He pulls my dick from my slacks, stroking me with the same urgency that I do with him.
“Don’t you want to take this to the bedroom?” I murmur against his lips.
“No. I want you right here on my couch.”
“Come closer then,” I demand, pulling him to me.
He nips at my bottom lip and then starts grinding against me now that our dicks are touching. We both hiss at the amazing feeling. I slide my palm beneath his boxers that are half hanging off his ass and squeeze his muscular ass cheek. He groans, flexing his hips against me.
“One day you’re going to let me in here, boy,” I command, loving the way his body trembles when I drag my finger along his crack. “It’s only fair you get to see how good you make me feel.”