“Heard you coming like a freight train up the steps,” he responds but moves out of the doorway, allowing me entrance.
“Not everyone can move around silent like a mouse,” I joke. He’s bigger, taller, and yet I never hear him coming until he’s already standing in front of me.
“Come here, Sloane.” This isn’t what I expected. I thought he’d put up more of a fight. Instead, his arms are open, and I’m instantly surrounded by his warmth, his scent, and his arms.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble into his chest.
“Nothing to be sorry about. Seems we both need to listen to each other better, and I need to admit a few faults of my own to you.” Jax doesn’t loosen his hold but instead holds me tighter.
“It doesn’t make me dismissing you so quickly any better.” I lift my head up, searching his eyes.
“Mistakes happen, sweetheart. Fox opened my eyes a bit. Seems you have a secret or two you haven’t shared with me.” I take a step back. His hands find mine, not letting me go.
“I take it Fox told you about college and me becoming a partner?” I may as well lay all my cards on the table.
“Knew about you going to college, Sloane. I didn’t know about the partnership. Not going to lie, you’re the best there is for The Wet Shop.”
“Wait, you knew about me going to college? How?” I question.
“I have my ways. That’s also why I was trying to let you go. Clearly, that’s not going to happen now. I wasn’t trying to clip your wings, baby. I wanted you to fly, to live a little before I tied you to me. Our age difference might be a factor to a lot of people, but at the end of the day, it wasn’t all of that for me. It was more about you going out and experiencing everything life has to offer.”
“I’m such an idiot. I thought you were going to be a dick. I love that you were going to let me go and live a little, but what I’d really love to do is live a little with you right beside me.” Jax pulls me in again, tipping my chin up so we’re looking at each other, his eyes seeing so much more than anyone else ever has.
“Nah, sweetheart. I was still a dick, and for that I’m sorry. I’ll be with you no matter what. It’s not like I’m not in Florida either. Hell, I’ll be up and down the shoreline most of the spring and summer. We’ll work our way through this. It’s you and me against the world, Sloane.” His lips are on mine, this time with even more passion. My tongue traces his lips before I suck his bottom lip, much like he did to me earlier today. I don’t want him to hold back, even though I’m sure he knows, but I’m going to have to tell him just in case.
“I have to tell you something.” I pull back. He’s not letting me though. His lips meet mine, and he breathes against mine, “Later.”
“It can’t wait, especially if this goes further.” Jax lets me go, barely.
“Okay.” I see the grin on his face.
“You already know, don’t you? I don’t even have to say the words.” I roll my eyes.
“Sloane, sweetheart, you’re nineteen. I’ve had my eyes on you since the minute I clocked you at The Wet Spot. Knew you were going to be mine even when I was dragging my ass and not making you mine.” I smile before leaping into his arms. I’m not sure if he was ready for me or not, but he catches me nonetheless. My legs wrap around his waist while his hands hold me by the cheeks of my ass, and our kiss is everything that’s been built up—breathless, needy, and so damn carnal I feel like my clothes may evaporate into thin air. That’s how hot Jax and me are together.
“Taking you to my bed, Sloane,” he states. I breathe against his mouth while I slide down the length of his cock as he holds me, waiting for my agreement.
“Words,” he states.
“Yes. God, yes.” Then we’re moving, and I can’t wait to feel him skin to skin, experiencing everything Jax has to give me, and I him.
Seven
Jax
Those words that left Sloane’s lips, she didn’t have to say them. I knew to the depth of my being. The whole time I carry her to my bed, all I can think about is how she’ll look, laid out on the crisp white sheets, hands fisting them, her body awake with need. And I know just where I’m going to start as I slide her down the length of my body.
I take a step back to pull my shorts down, leaving me naked for her viewing pleasure.