Lyndley (14 page)

Nodding, I grab his face and kiss him.
 

“Get a room!” Amie yells as she walks past us and up to the door. “Let me guess. You don’t lock your doors around here.” She walks straight inside and starts to laugh. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
 

I giggle and feel the rumble of laughter in Jax’s chest. “Let’s get her settled and you into bed,” he growls, kissing my neck and throwing me over his shoulder, walking us into the house.

Chapter Sixteen

Once we have shown Amie what room she’s staying in and where everything is, we make our way to bed, Max following. He goes straight to his bed on the floor and curls up. We’ve been leaving the bedroom door open so he can come and go as he pleases, but he’ll be trapped while Amie is here.
 

I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth and change before I finally walk out. I crawl into bed wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt. The minute Jax sees what I have on, he shakes his head, eyebrow raised. “What the hell are you wearing?”
 

Looking down at my plaid pants and black t-shirt, I get a confused look on my face. “Um, pajama pants and a t-shirt?” I reply, getting comfy.
 

He leans over me, his hands going straight for my clothes. “Sorry. I have a no clothes rule for my bed. That doesn’t change because your friend is here.” He pulls my pajama bottoms off and tosses them on the floor. “Mmm… No panties, though. I like that.” He starts kissing up my legs. His hands run up my stomach and grip the edge of my t-shirt. In one swift movement, he pulls it off me.
 

“Much better.” He takes in my naked body. Squirming under his scrutiny, I wait as he leans down and gently kisses my lips. Positioning himself between my legs, he slams into me, taking my breath away.
 

“Oh, shit…,” I moan.
 

We slowly rock against each other, nipping, sucking, kissing. The slow motion causes him to hit my G-spot every time and, within minutes, I’m coming around his cock. Unable to stop myself, I yell out his name, his hand coming up to cover my mouth.
 

“Shit,” he mutters, coming inside me.
 

“Damn,” I whisper, running my fingers up his sides.
 

He kisses my lips tenderly, slowly pulling out of me. “I love you, Lyndley. Nothing will ever change that.”
 

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nod. “I love you, too,” I whisper.

He kisses me once more before rolling over and pulling me into his body. Just like we have been for the last week, we fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

The next morning, I wake up to the smell of bacon and French toast. Looking over on the bed, I don’t see Jax. Throwing my t-shirt on, I make my way into the kitchen, seeing a shirtless Jax standing at the stove. I want nothing more than to attack him.

Luckily, I stop myself because Amie comes in behind me. Her jaw drops open. “Holy fuck,” she whispers in my ear. “He looks even better without a shirt on.” We start to giggle and he turns towards us, a smirk on his face.
 

“Mornin’, ladies.” I melt, while Amie starts to fan herself.
 

I hear the front door open and close, Max taking off in that direction. When he comes back, Tate is following him.
Great
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“Hey, Jax, do you have the keys to the truck?” He turns in our direction and sucks in a breath.
 

Jax turns and points to the keys on the counter. “Yeah, man. Right there,” he says, but Tate is staring at Amie. Jax laughs. “Tate, close your mouth.”
 

Tate walks over to us. Not taking his eyes off Amie, he absently says, “Hi, Lyndley.” He reaches his hand out and Amie sticks her hand in his, giggling when he kisses the back of it. “I’m Tate.”
 

“I’m Amie,” she says, batting her eyelashes. As much as I don’t want Tate anywhere near her, there’s nothing I can do. Instead of trying to keep the inevitable from happening, I walk over to Jax and wrap my arms around his waist.

“Please make sure he doesn’t hurt her,” I whisper against his chest.
 

He leans down to kiss my nose. “I promise.” He smiles. “I’m almost done. Can you please get me some plates?” he asks, running a hand down my side. “You staying, Tate?”

“Only if this beautiful girl is,” he utters with a hopeful grin. Amie giggles and nods. I want to gag, but I try to mind my manners as I get four plates down, setting them on the counter.

When Jax is done, he hands me two plates, telling me to go play nice. Giving him the evil eye, I suck it up and walk over to the table and set a plate down in front of Amie, keeping the other for myself. Tate and Amie are sitting close together, talking and flirting.
 

When we are all seated, I try to steer the conversation to something other than Tate, but it’s no use. Jax reaches for my hand under the table and squeezes it. “Babe, you want to do a date night tonight? The four of us can go out.” He gives me a hopeful grin.
 

“Ohh, that sounds like so much fun!” Amie gushes.
 

“Sure,” I say, giving Tate a dirty look.
 

He smirks and I want to smack it off his face, but Jax whispers in my ear, “Love, I need to you to be nice. He’s my best friend.” Sighing, I nod and go back to eating my food.
 

When I’m finished, I grab all the dishes and start to rinse them in the sink, Jax coming up behind me.

“Stop pouting, baby. You can’t tell them who they can and can’t date.”
 

I turn the water off and set the dish down. “But I don’t want her to date someone who says mean things to me about something he doesn’t even know about.”
 

He spins me around. “What? What did he say to you?” Shit. I knew I should have kept my mouth shut.
 

“It’s not important. Let me finish the dishes. Go to work so you can be done early.” I can tell he’s starting to get mad, but I don’t want to make a big deal about it right now.
 

When he sees I’m not going to tell him, he goes into his room to get ready for work. After a few minutes, I feel bad, so I walk into the room, seeing him sitting on the bed, his eyes downcast.
 

“Jax, I’m sorry. I just don’t want you guys to be on the outs because of me.”
 

He doesn’t look up. “Lynds, we need to communicate if we ever want this to work. I won’t let you keep things from me again. What did he tell you?”
 

When he finally looks up, I can see the hurt. Sitting on the bed next to him, I take a deep breath. “The day I started working at the diner, Tate was waiting for you. Before you got there, I was walking by his table when he grabbed me by the arm, stopping me.” I pause for a minute, trying to find the right words. “Tate told me to leave you alone and that you never got over me. He didn’t want me to sink my claws into you again. Apparently, I’m just back to hurt you, playing the pity card. He said the only reason I can keep you is because of my story about Gracilyn.”

“Shit! Why didn’t you tell me, Lynnie?!” He’s getting angrier by the minute and I know there’s nothing I can do to calm him down now. “I would have dealt with him then and there. You don’t deserve his shit. He doesn’t know anything about what happened, so he needs to keep his fucking mouth shut.”
 

Reaching over, I run my hand along his jaw. “Please, just let it go. I don’t want you to fight with him.” He leans into my touch and I’m hoping I’m getting through to him.
 

“He will still hear about it from me. He has no right to say that to you, baby. He needs to mind his own business and stay out of ours. I love you. Be ready by seven, and wear something sexy. I love you.” He kisses me deeply, running his hands through my hair.
 

“Love you, too,” I moan against his mouth.
 

He gets up and makes his way back into the kitchen, telling Tate they have work to do. I hear footsteps coming towards the room. Amie comes running in and jumps on the bed next to me.
 

“Oh, my god! Tate is so damn hot! Why didn’t you tell me he was coming over this morning?” she gushes.
 

I laugh at her. “You really like him?”
 

“Oh, my god! He is so sweet and is the perfect gentleman! I can’t wait for tonight. This is going to be the best trip ever!”
 

I smile. I don’t remember the last time she was this excited about something. Before I left New York, she and her boyfriend had just broken up and, come to think of it, I don’t remember them ever really being happy.
 

Chapter Seventeen

We spend the rest of the morning hanging out like old times, dancing around the house to music on Jax’s entertainment center. When it’s time for us to get ready for the night, I know she’s dying to ask me questions and I think I am finally ready to tell her the truth.

“Go ahead and ask what you’re dying to ask me,” I say, looking over at her plucking her eyebrows.

“Whatever do you mean?” she says with a guilty look.
 

“I know you are dying to know what happened between Jax and me.”