mattered in the long run, wouldn’t have changed anything.
I wrap my arms around myself and move up behind him. “Are you going to be okay with this?”
He has asked me the same question like a hundred times, when really he should be worrying about himself more. The agony in his eyes when he entered that home made me want to cry. And the condition of that house… I’d thought my apartment was bad, but that place... No one should have to live under those conditions. And Jax grew up in it.
“I’m fine,” He stares at the greying sky stretching across the town. “We should probably get going, though. We’re running out of daylight.”
“You make us sound like vampires,” I joke in an attempt to make him smile.
“Another fantasy of yours? You want me to bite you tonight?” His lips twitch in amusement.
I want to tell him no but I also don’t want to ruin the moment. “No way. I’m the boss,” I play along, “therefore, the biter.”
“That’s no fair. You always get to be the boss.” He fakes a pout, looking so adorable and sexy it’s ridiculous.
“No way. You were the boss the other night. Remember ?”
“How do you figure that?”
“Because you’re the one who,” I motion downward at my thigh area, “you know.”
“No, I don’t know.” He taps his finger against his bottom lip. “Guess you’ll just have to say it aloud.”
I give him a playful shove and laugh.
A second or two ticks by, and then he cocks his brow. “I’m still waiting for you to fill me in on what you’re talking about. What did I do the other night that made me the boss?”
“Oh, my God, you’re such a smartass sometimes.” I collect my purse from the chair and head for the door. “Come on. I’m starving.”
“So am I,” he says, following after me.
Although I’m pretty sure a sexual innuendo is hidden in his comment, I choose to ignore it.
“So, a drive-in diner, huh?” I sling the handle of my bag over my shoulder as we step out of the room. “Does that mean the waitresses are wearing roller skates and short little shorts.”
“Why? Would that turn you on if they did?”
“Jax,” I hiss as the breezy Wyoming air bites at my skin. The sun is descending behind the mountains enclosing the town, and the later it gets, the lower the temperature seems to drop. “Seriously, can we lay off with the dirty talk for like maybe an hour?”
“I could try, but it kind of relaxes me.” He yanks on the door, making sure it’s shut all the way, and then we cross the parking lot toward his Jeep. When I shoot him a doubtful look, he says, “What? It helps distract me, at least it does with you.”
“Aw crap. You can’t give me an answer like that.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Why not?”
“Because now I have to let you.”
His eyes glimmer mischievously. “Did I just get a free pass to say whatever I want?”
“Maybe.” My frown deepens at my response.
He rubs his hands together. “Wow, where to start? There’s so many things running through my head right now…” His gaze darts to a woman strutting toward us. She’s wearing a leopard print dress that leaves hardly anything to the imagination, neon pink stilettoes, and her brown hair has a matching streak down the front strand.
“Fuuuck,” Jax curses under his breath, jerking his hand roughly through his hair as he kicks a rock across the parking lot.
“Is that your mom?” I ask, even though the woman looks too young to be his mother.
Jax grudgingly shakes his head. “No… it’s one of my ex-girlfriends. Please, for the love of God, don’t judge me on what’s about to happen.”
Before I can even process what he just said, Miss Leopard Print reaches us.
“Well, well, well, look what the dog dragged in.” She flashes her yellow teeth as she grins. “Jax Hensley, what the hell have you been up
I wrap my arms around myself and move up behind him. “Are you going to be okay with this?”
He has asked me the same question like a hundred times, when really he should be worrying about himself more. The agony in his eyes when he entered that home made me want to cry. And the condition of that house… I’d thought my apartment was bad, but that place... No one should have to live under those conditions. And Jax grew up in it.
“I’m fine,” He stares at the greying sky stretching across the town. “We should probably get going, though. We’re running out of daylight.”
“You make us sound like vampires,” I joke in an attempt to make him smile.
“Another fantasy of yours? You want me to bite you tonight?” His lips twitch in amusement.
I want to tell him no but I also don’t want to ruin the moment. “No way. I’m the boss,” I play along, “therefore, the biter.”
“That’s no fair. You always get to be the boss.” He fakes a pout, looking so adorable and sexy it’s ridiculous.
“No way. You were the boss the other night. Remember ?”
“How do you figure that?”
“Because you’re the one who,” I motion downward at my thigh area, “you know.”
“No, I don’t know.” He taps his finger against his bottom lip. “Guess you’ll just have to say it aloud.”
I give him a playful shove and laugh.
A second or two ticks by, and then he cocks his brow. “I’m still waiting for you to fill me in on what you’re talking about. What did I do the other night that made me the boss?”
“Oh, my God, you’re such a smartass sometimes.” I collect my purse from the chair and head for the door. “Come on. I’m starving.”
“So am I,” he says, following after me.
Although I’m pretty sure a sexual innuendo is hidden in his comment, I choose to ignore it.
“So, a drive-in diner, huh?” I sling the handle of my bag over my shoulder as we step out of the room. “Does that mean the waitresses are wearing roller skates and short little shorts.”
“Why? Would that turn you on if they did?”
“Jax,” I hiss as the breezy Wyoming air bites at my skin. The sun is descending behind the mountains enclosing the town, and the later it gets, the lower the temperature seems to drop. “Seriously, can we lay off with the dirty talk for like maybe an hour?”
“I could try, but it kind of relaxes me.” He yanks on the door, making sure it’s shut all the way, and then we cross the parking lot toward his Jeep. When I shoot him a doubtful look, he says, “What? It helps distract me, at least it does with you.”
“Aw crap. You can’t give me an answer like that.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Why not?”
“Because now I have to let you.”
His eyes glimmer mischievously. “Did I just get a free pass to say whatever I want?”
“Maybe.” My frown deepens at my response.
He rubs his hands together. “Wow, where to start? There’s so many things running through my head right now…” His gaze darts to a woman strutting toward us. She’s wearing a leopard print dress that leaves hardly anything to the imagination, neon pink stilettoes, and her brown hair has a matching streak down the front strand.
“Fuuuck,” Jax curses under his breath, jerking his hand roughly through his hair as he kicks a rock across the parking lot.
“Is that your mom?” I ask, even though the woman looks too young to be his mother.
Jax grudgingly shakes his head. “No… it’s one of my ex-girlfriends. Please, for the love of God, don’t judge me on what’s about to happen.”
Before I can even process what he just said, Miss Leopard Print reaches us.
“Well, well, well, look what the dog dragged in.” She flashes her yellow teeth as she grins. “Jax Hensley, what the hell have you been up
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