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Jaxson stopped for a second and gazed out onto the field with the horses. Sparkle stood at attention at seeing me before going back to eating. The pressure on my grip tightened. “There was a note, sloppily written saying he was mine and she didn’t want him. She purposely stopped using birth control to get pregnant and trap me, but I found out her p

lans too soon. She was mad and kept him a secret to punish me. We nearly lost him, London. He was hospitalized for almost a week. Those images will forever haunt me. If I had known—”

Shaking his head, he cleared the dark memory. I understood the need to escape being pulled into the past. It only leads to places that never wanted to let go. “I have full custody and Crystal has a restraining order against her. She may not even know about it. I’ve tried to locate her to simply know where she is but haven’t had any luck. The last thing Ty needs is a crazy drugged-up mother showing up and shaking up his life.”

“Jaxson . . .” Understanding filled my tone.

Pinning me with his eyes, he asked, “Have I scared you away yet?”

“No.”

He gave me a quick kiss. “Good. Come have breakfast with me at my house.”

“I’d like that. Let me grab my phone first so I can tell my dad good morning.”

Nearly to the guesthouse, butterflies danced in my stomach. Hormones were out of control anytime I was in the vicinity of Jaxson. Concentrate on the chlorine smell from the pool. Yes, chlorine. It’s very clean. His body. His sweaty body. I need an orgasm.

Shit.

This was bad. So very bad. I pressed my legs together as I entered the code. Hold off for the thunder stick. Millie was a godsend having the foresight that I would need something. Tonight I was putting that stick to good use.

Jaxson’s hand rest underneath my breast as I messed the code up hitting a six instead of a nine. Thunder stick. Thunder stick. No need for a dick. Was I rhyming? Please, no.

Another swipe of his hand and I nearly melted. Involuntarily, I leaned my head back as his lips sucked a path down to my collarbone. “I think breakfast may have to wait, sweetheart.”

“Yes. It can wait.”

What’s better than a thunder stick? Dick. Oh my gosh, I needed help or an orgasm.

I messed up the code again. His hand trailed down my stomach. I messed it up for a third time. Strong hands laid on top of mine and depressed the numbers for me. The lock blessedly opened. Before the door closed we were on each other tumbling to the floor. Lust exploded between us. Jaxson’s hands were under my shirt as mine touched his chest. Pushing my sports bra up, he touched my nipple—a straight line to my inner need. It’s certain, I need a dick, not a thunder stick.

“Of fuck, London. You are responsive.”

Who cared about slow? Not me. Not my body.

He rolled my nipple while he kissed me. My phone rang. I called out. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop. I don’t care if we’re on the floor.”

Fingers stopped their movement. My eyes sprung open. “What are you doing?”

A swift breath left Jaxson. “Sweetheart, the first time is not happening on the carpet in your living room. I can’t control myself around you.” His words were calm and collected. The exact opposite of his strung-tight body. He kissed my lips and I enjoyed having this effect on him. “Let me make it special for you. For us. Something to remember for the rest of our lives. Let me undress you. Devour you. Let’s have breakfast first.”

He traced his finger down my arm, eliciting that dipping feeling in my stomach.

I let out a breath, the ache in my lower abdomen near unbearable. “Well, when you put it that way, how is a girl supposed to argue? Breakfast it is.”

Need filled my voice and Jaxson’s lips pressed against mine. The bulge pressed against my leg hardened. “I promise to make it good, London.”

My phone rang again and I let it go to voicemail as I slowed my breathing. I looked over to Jaxson. “You better.”

Fingers glided over my still exposed stomach. “I’ll more than make it up to you. I don’t want us to look back and think we moved too fast. I want you more than anything, but I won’t chance fucking this up.”

A knock interrupted us. There was no such thing as privacy here. I huffed in frustration. Jaxson swore under his breath as he righted my sports bra and yanked down my top. “Next time we have a second together, I’m making sure we aren’t interrupted.”

Hopping up, Jaxson opened the door. “My word, you must be Jaxson.”

Millie. I scrambled to the door. “Millie! Oh my gosh! You’re here!” I threw my arms around her neck. “I can’t believe you’re here. I missed you.”

It was unbelievable . . . Millie was here . . . standing in front of me.


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