Reckless (Renegades #1) (35 page)

“I told you to come as you were.” She forced the words louder than felt comfortable to make sure he heard them.

He leaned down, put his mouth by her ear. “I did. This is part of who I am too. I was just resisting that uncomfortable merge.”

He pulled back, and the expression in his eyes when he looked down at her again was filled with so much love, Lexi’s heart flipped in her chest.

Jax pulled her face close, pressing his mouth hard against hers. Then he opened to her, and in that moment she knew he was still hers. A whole new sensation of relief and gratitude and excitement flooded her body.

Sound and sensation rush back in. The applause pierced her eardrums.

In her peripheral vision, Lexi saw two of the models approach Jax from behind. She smiled into his eyes and lifted her hands to the knot of his tie at the same moment as the models stood on either side of him and slipped his blazer off his shoulders and down his arms.

He darted a surprised look at the women, then a questioning look at Lexi.

“I love
all
of you,” she said as she loosened his tie and unfastened the buttons of his shirt to the increasing roar of the crowd. “And I want them all to see my inspiration for the new line.”

Then the models slipped the shirt from his shoulders. Lexi couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him the way she wished she’d been able to kiss him for the last six weeks. Jax kissed her back, his mouth generous, his lips unsteady with laughter and emotion. She guessed it was the actor in him that played up to the crowd and leaned her into a deep dip onstage, kissing her until she couldn’t breathe.

He finally brought her upright and pulled out of the kiss. Lexi beamed, held tight to one hand, and turned toward the roaring crowd with a sweeping gesture toward all his stunning male beauty, including his tattoo.

The crowd exploded with approval. Jax laughed, bowed graciously, then swung an arm around Lexi’s shoulders and turned her toward the archway, walking her offstage.

Jax’s heart was hammering as they walked through the rows of lingerie-clad models, all grinning and clapping. As soon as they stepped off the runway, Jax pulled Lexi aside and kissed her like he was possessed.

She didn’t flinch, didn’t push him away. Even as models and announcers and others passed by, she just kept kissing him.

She finally broke away, stroking his face with warm fingers and taking him in as if she’d never seen him before. “I didn’t think you’d come.”

Tears streamed down her face. He lifted a hand from her waist to wipe them away. “Baby…”

He couldn’t find the words. He was overwhelmed. He’d never felt so completely accepted or loved in his entire life.

“Excuse me,” a voice said behind them. “Lexi, can we have a minute?”

Lexi glanced past Jax, and he turned to see Martina standing nearby with another tall woman. One of the models came over and handed Jax his clothes. Along the runway, the audience remained abuzz.

Jax’s nerves returned. “I’ll give you a minute while I get dressed.”

“No.” She squeezed his hand. “You’re part of my life, and if they want me, they have to take all of me, which includes you. Stay with me.”

Martina looked both contrite and excited as she introduced the head of Galliano’s board of directors. Neither of them looked Jax in the eye again after a quick acknowledgment, which didn’t bother him in the least. The only woman whose opinion mattered to him was Lexi’s.

She patiently listened to Martina’s retraction of her earlier statements and the board director gush over Lexi’s designs. When the offer for the partnership came, Jax squeezed her hand.

Lexi grinned at Jax briefly, then turned to the women. “Thank you. It’s a fabulous offer, and I’ll seriously consider it. I’ll get back to you next week sometime.”

Both women’s expressions fell from polite excitement to shock.

Lexi turned to Jax and slid her arm around his waist. “I’m ready to go. How about you?”

He only nodded, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and followed her lead as she led the way deeper backstage.

Jax stopped her again before they reached the area where photographers crawled over the space.

She glanced up at him. “What?”

“Photographers…”

She grinned. “You can’t be camera shy.”

He laughed with the joy of feeling so complete. Then he circled her in his arms and sobered. “I should never have left you that night,” he said, his voice a hoarse murmur. “I didn’t know what else to do. I’ve missed you so much. I’m so sorry—”

She pressed her fingers to his lips. “Just tell me you’ll stay.”

“I’ll stay.” He lowered his lips to hers, whispering, “Always.”

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“I don't get why those women gossip about me,” Connor grumbled. “I'm not really all that interesting.”

“They seem to disagree. They went on and on about pool hall brawls and sex clubs…”

He rolled his eyes. “The first is only partly true and the second not at all.”

“Aw. Brian will be so disappointed,” she teased. “He's been making cracks about all your sexual conquests for at least the last decade or so.”

Oh, he has, has he? He made a mental note to kick Brian's ass later. “Yeah, well my brother tends to have a flair for the dramatic.”

“Really?” Another impish grin. “So no plundering or pillaging to speak of?”

Trust a future English professor to get him all hot and horny with choice vocabulary words. “Nope, sorry,” he downplayed.

“I don't think I believe you,” she sang out, hopping onto the bed and propping herself up on a pillow, heels kicking in the air as if they were about to exchange sleepover stories. “In fact, I think you're going to have to let me be the judge of that. Tell me the most supremely wicked thing you've ever done.”

“I am not having this discussion with you.”

“Why not?” Abby lowered her gaze down to his zipper, which seemed to be moving telekinetically. “Uncomfortable?”

He crouched over a bit more.

“C'mon. I'm curious about your hedonistic ways,” she kept on, clearly amused by his discomfort. “Are we talking secret society orgies with whips and chains?”

“What?! God, no.”

“Backdoor action? Threesomes?”

He averted his gaze to study a missed stitching in the rug he never noticed before.

“Seriously?” That quieted her, and boggled her eyes quite a bit. “Were they with two women or are you a 'Devil's Three Way' kind of guy?”

Where the hell did she learn that term? Attempting to clear his throat was suddenly very difficult. “Uh…both.”

She let out a faint whistle. “Wow.” Okay, she looked far too curious now for her own good.

“But I haven't done either in a while. It was all pretty much consolidated to one year of my life a long time ago.”

“You didn't enjoy it?”

“I didn't say that.” He shrugged. “Honestly, it was fun and exciting at the time but it got old fast. It's a ton more work than pornos make it out to be.”

“Well, what if it were me and another girl satisfying your every carnal desire? Would you still feel like it was work?”

He nodded. And meant it. “Another woman would just end up getting in the way. Plus, she'd get all pissy that I'd be focusing solely on you and that's never fun.”

She bit her lip, a reluctant smile peeking through regardless. “What a sweet, utterly disturbing compliment.” Her expression turned contemplative then. “Well what about you, me, and another guy?”

“Oh, hell no.” He scowled. No way was he inviting some other man to see her, let alone touch her. A low growl rumbled in his chest. No, just no. The thought of it made him...jealous. An altogether unfamiliar and extremely unpleasant feeling.

“Oookay. Then how about the other thing? The…you know?” She turned a sweet shade of pink and shook her heinie in the air.

Holy hell, but the woman was trying to kill him. “Abby, you don't have to do any of that for me. Honest. Contrary to what the rumor mill spews out, I'm not some kinky sex fanatic. When you and I eventually get together, it's going to be plenty hot, believe me. We won't need any of those bells and whistles.” As he said it, he realized how true a statement that was. Just kissing Abby last night had been ten times more intoxicating than some of the more down and dirty romps he'd had with other women in his past.