Jaxson (17 page)

When I finally make it back to the house, I’m sweaty, dirty and tired. I hear their giggles before I actually see them. Walking around the corner, I get a glimpse at my girl and see how smoking hot she looks tonight. She’s done up to the nines and I would rather strip her down right now. Walking over to her, I wrap my arms around her. “Damn, girl. You look fucking amazing." My hands slide down her back and down her thighs to her ass. She kisses me like a starved woman. I slip my tongue into her mouth and she moans.
 

Amie starts to giggle behind us and I lead her towards the bedroom. I don’t let her mouth leave mine as I lead us into my room. Lifting her up, she wraps her legs around my waist. I can feel her pussy throbbing against me. I want to bury myself inside her right now. I hold her up with one hand as I start to undo my jeans and push them down enough to get my dick out.
 

Walking her over to the door, I press her body against it. I watch as she slides her panties to the side and I slide into her pussy. I pound into her sweet pussy in long hard strokes. It doesn’t take long before she is coming. “Oh fuck, Jax!” she screams. Her fingers dig into my shoulders and I continue to thrust inside of her. A few strokes later, I bite down on her shoulder and come inside of her.
 

“Shit.” I moan. Her pussy is squeezing my cock tightly, I huff out a few breathes as I rest my forehead on her shoulder.
 

I pull out of her and she slides down my body in a delicious way. Her eyes scan my face and my knuckles. I know she’s going to say something to me. She didn’t want me to fight with Tate and that was the first thing I did when I went outside this morning. Just when I think she might say something, she leans forward and presses her mouth to my neck. She moves her mouth to the cut on my cheek next and she surprises me when she whispers, “Thank you.”

“My pleasure, darlin’. You ever need servicing, don’t hesitate to say something.” I shoot her a wink and help her put her panties back where they were before fixing her dress. When she is done, she makes her way out of the room as I jump in the shower.
 

By the time I’m showered and shaved. I dress in a pair of dark jeans and dark grey button-up. When I walk into the living room Lynnie and Amie are talking on the couch about her ex Tyler.
 
Before I can even make my way over to her, the doorbell rings and Amie all but runs over to it. I pull Lynnie off the couch and into my arms.
 

“That Tyler guy sounds like a douche. The only smart thing he did was find you. I’m a little envious of him,” I say running a finger down her cheek.
 

She smiles up at me and her question not only surprises me, but makes me jealous too. “If I came to you and asked for a divorce, would you have given it to me?”
 

I chuckle because if I didn’t laugh, I might have wanted to put my fist through that assholes face if I ever saw him. He doesn’t deserve my girl and I sure as hell wouldn’t let her get away either if she came back. “Fuck no. I would have told that asshole to go fuck off. You, darlin’, are mine and I sure as hell ain’t letting you divorce me to go marry some yuppie.”

I hear Tate clear his throat behind us and when Lyndley takes him in, she has a small smirk on her face. Instead of saying anything to him, we both nod our heads and make our way towards the truck. Amie and Tate climb in back and I can see the annoyance written on Lyndley’s face. Helping her in the truck, I shut her door and make my way to the driver’s side, getting in.
 

Pulling into Donovan’s Bar and Grill, I put the truck in park and get out. Walking over to Lynnie’s door, I help her out and lead her inside with Amie and Tate following behind us. I see a few people that I’ve known all my life and they either nod their heads in greeting or come slap me on the back and say hello.
 

When we finally get a table, we order a round of drinks. I see that Lynnie is looking around the room and trying to figure out all the changes since the last time she was here. It’s been ten years since she’s stepped foot into this place. Not much has changed, but I know that she is curious to see differences since she’s been here last. Tate is talking to Amie about New York and I can see Lynnie watching them. She still doesn’t like the idea of them talking or whatever it is they are doing,
 

A waitress comes over to us and we all take turns ordering dinner. Once she leaves again, we spend some time talking about our past here in Texas and how we all met.
 

“So how did you and Jaxson meet Lyndley?” Amie asks giddily.
 

She blushes and hides her face behind her hair. I put my hand on her thigh and she looks over at me quickly before looking back over at Amie. “Well…” She starts. Her cheeks are turning a sweet pink color. “We first met at a school rally. I moved to town my freshman year from a town over and I had no friends. All the girls were kind of mean to me and when I was looking for a seat at the rally, I went to sit alone on the bleachers.” She looks up at me and smiles.
 

“Then Jaxson here came to sit next to me and he smiled at me. He didn’t say anything mean to me, he just sat there with me during the whole thing. When one of the girls came over to get his attention, he turned to me and asked me if I wanted to go with him to the dance.” Amie squeals at that and the waitress comes over to us with our food. She grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze, giving me a small smile.
 

What Lynnie doesn’t know is that we met when we were kids. Our parents used to vacation in the same spot every year. I would watch her from afar and I knew that one day she was going to be mine.
 

We spend the rest of the time eating and making more small talk. I watch Lynnie and when she pales, I wait a second before I ask her, “You okay?”
 

She shakes her head a little and then she replies. “Yeah, I’m fine. Where are we going after this?” she still looks uneasy, but I don’t push the topic.
 

“Well, I thought we could go to the bar in town. Sound good?” She nods to me and cuddles into my side. I feel how tense she is first, but after a few minutes, she melts into my body. The waitress brings the check over to us, I put some money down for it and all but drag Lynnie out of her chair and towards the front door with Amie and Tate following behind us.

Walking into the bar with my arm around Lynnie, I scan the room before leading her to the bar. I order our drinks and my hands runs up and down her back. She looked like she was spooked at dinner and I can’t for the life of me figure out what would have caused it. She hasn’t said much, but I don’t want to push her too much on it. Maybe it was just nothing and I'm just over reacting.
 

Once I pay for our drinks, we go in search of a table. Once we all sit down, we start talking about the ranch and stuff we do during the day. Amie’s eyes light up with every word Tate says and as much as I want to be happy for him about being interested in someone other than the bitch he dated in high school, I know that it pisses Lyndley off. “So you ride horses?” Amie asks with wide eyes.
 

“Yeah. I’ve ridden all my life.” he grins at her. It doesn’t take much longer for Lyndley to finish her drink and motion for Amie to go with her to get another one. They practically skip towards the bar in their heels, giggling the whole way there.
 

“What are you doing with that girl?” I ask when I know they can’t hear me.
 

“What the fuck do you mean?” he grits out. I know that he hates when I question his intentions, but this isn’t just some play thing that he is going to fuck and then kick to the curb like the rest of his conquests.
 

“I mean, you don’t play house and you sure as shit don’t fuck women more than a few times. So what are you doing with her?” I can see him start to get pissy, but I don’t let that change my stance on this. “Amie is Lynnie’s friend and I won’t let you get her hopes up just so you can drop her as soon as the next girl comes around.”
 

He slams his beer on the table just as the girls start to make their way back towards us. The music changes and
Sweet Home Alabama
starts to blare through the speakers. Amie all but drags Lynnie with her towards the dance floor and I watch as she goes willing.
 

“You don’t know fucking shit.” he mutters.
 

“I know you just fuck women and kick them to the curb in a week. You and Lyndley don’t get along already and if you hurt her friend, it’s only going to get worse.” I take a swig of my beer and watch her out on the dance floor. Her body moves flawlessly and I can’t wait to get her home and strip her naked.
 

“It’s none of her damn business what goes on between Amie and I. She can kiss my ass.” he spits. Moving closer to him, I lean and I tell him exactly how I feel about his attitude towards my girl.
 

“Tate, you’ve been my best friend since we were kids but I will choose her over you. Don’t fucking disrespect her ever again.” He pushes at my chest, but I don’t let him move me. “If you are just treating her like a piece of ass, cut her loose now.”

He ignores me and stares at the girls dancing for the rest of song and the next.
 

I watch Lyndley stiffen up and when I look behind her, I notice some guy making his way towards the girls. I elbow Tate and he nods his head. We make our way towards them and he tries to grab Lynnie. She tries to move away from him, but he doesn’t let her. Amie looks frightened like she knows something I don't. I barely hear what he says to her over the sound of the music.
 

“Lyndley, let’s go. We have things to do. Since you couldn’t take care of business while I was in prison, you’ll be making up for lost time.” Walking up behind her, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her behind me.
 

“Can I help you?” I growl.
 

The douche bag looks me up and down before he wrinkles his nose at me. “Yeah, redneck. I’d appreciate it if you kept your dirty hands off my girlfriend.” I feel her hand gripping at my shirt almost like she’s trying to keep me from going after the son of a bitch. “Lyndley, let’s go. I don’t have all fucking day to waste in this hellhole.”

Listening to his accent, I have a feeling that this is the bastard that she was dating before she came home. Taylor or Tyler or something. I reach behind me and rest my hand on hers, more to calm her down than me. I would do anything to make sure that she’s protected.
 

“She’s not going anywhere with you. So why don’t you take your Yankee ass back to where you fucking came from.” He takes a step towards Lynnie and I release her to push him back. Every inch of my body is humming with the need to deck the fucking bastard for even thinking about touching her again. She told me what he did to her before she left and how he left her with nothing. There is no way in hell that I’ll let him take her away from me now.
 

“Stay the fuck away from her. I won’t warn you again.” I demand. I watch as he tries to throw a punch at me that misses. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Tate spring into action and I wait for the fucker to come at me again. “You must be Tyler. My girl told me about you. You finally come to claim what’s mine?” He’s a fucking pussy, there is no way I’ll let her leave with anyone but me.

I give him a cocky grin because I know that there is no way in hell that she’ll go back to him after the weeks of us being together. We are stronger than ever now. Tyler won’t be able to come between us, no one will.
 

When it looks like he might swing again, I beat him to it and hit his cheekbone as hard as I can with my fist. He stumbles backwards a bit and holds his face. I notice the blood to start to pool under the cut that I left and I hear Lynnie’s gasp as she witnesses everything.
 

“She isn’t worth it. She’s just a whore anyway. Have fun with my sloppy seconds,” Tyler spits.

I don’t know what comes over me, but just hearing him talk about her in any negative way pushes me over the edge. I charge at him and punch him a few times before I’m hauled off of him by Tate.
 

“You’ll fucking regret this.” He mutters so low that I can barely hear him. He straightens himself before he makes his way towards the door, taking one last look at Lynnie before he walks through it. The noisy bar starts to get loud again now that the scene is over and Lynnie comes running towards me. She wraps her arms around me and starts to check my hands.