Pretty Girl

“From the pictures I saw of you two last night, he looks like he might be a stalker of yours as well,” my mom says tartly. “Be careful. I told you what men want from you.” I feel Jax’s body go rigid beside me. I glance down. I hate when she says that. It’s probably why I’ve stayed away from dating for so long. Well, real dates anyway. With Jax, I couldn’t fight the pull. I want to retort that she only wants one thing from men, too, but I stop myself.

I get my looks from my mom. She is beautiful and has never had a problem finding a man or husband. Whichever she wants. She leaves them quickly, taking a stack of cash with her. But I don’t say that. I know my mom falls in love quickly and falls out just as fast. Maybe the money is only a byproduct of that.

My mom loves me in her own way, and I actually think she pushed the modeling thing because it was a way to use beauty without having to spread my legs.

“Don’t talk about Jax like that,” I snap, shocking even myself. His hand on my leg starts to softly stroke me.

“You like him.” My mom’s voice quietens. “Mila, your career, you only—”

I cut her off. “Mom, let me do what I want. It’s not like we need the money or something. I just want to be happy and this isn’t working for me anymore,” I confess.

“Okay, honey. Just take a few days. Rest. You don’t need to jump into making any decisions. Know from your mama. Men come and go.”

“Okay,” is all I give her. I already know what my mind is set on. It’s three in the morning and I don’t want to fight about this right now. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, honey. Be safe.” With that she hangs up. I hand the phone to Jax. He rolls down the window and throws it out. I sit there for a second before I burst into a fit of laughter. When I’m done we sit in comfortable silence for a little.

“I wouldn’t mind if you stalked me.” I peek over at him. His face is unreadable. The dark doesn’t help.

He glances over at me. “I don’t have to stalk something I’m never letting out of my sight.”

I smile, liking the sound of that probably more than I should.

“You really think you might give it all up?”

I shrug. I don’t want to come off too needy. I haven’t even seen his place yet but I’m already imagining holing up there with him for the rest of my life. Maybe a few kids running around. It all sounds too perfect to be true. “Guess it doesn’t matter. Until this stalker thing is handled.” I watch tension as reenters his body at the mention of the stalker.

“For the record, I don’t only want you for sex. Being near you would be enough for me.”

“Not me!” I throw my hand over my mouth. I can’t believe I just said that out loud! I’ve been trying to get this man to go all the way but still no luck.

He laughs, deep and sexy. God, I love that sound.

“It’s bad isn’t it? The stalker?” I finally ask.

“Yeah,” he admits.

“You don’t want to talk about it?”

“Don’t want it touching you in any way. I just want to get it handled and for you not to even have to think about it. That’s what I want.”

“Okay.” I wrap my arm around his, resting my head on his shoulder again, a habit of mine now, it seems.

“I love how much you trust me. It means everything to me that you give me that.”

“Never break it and you’ll always have me,” I tell him. I mean it.

“Never,” he vows.

Chapter Twelve

Jax

She lies in my bed, her hair spread out everywhere, looking like an angel. Relief filled me the moment we pulled onto my land. I knew in that moment no one would ever touch her. She’d be safe here. I could finally breathe a little.

I made her something to eat and we went and lay down. I could tell she was still a little tired. The nap she got on the plane not enough but now we have all the time in the world. She fought to stay up until the sun came up and was dying to have a look around. When I got my face between her thighs, I got her to pass out after the third orgasm.

I hated to leave her in bed, but I wanted to make sure all my security was in place. After a quick shower I slipped into bed and pulled her into my arms. It wasn’t long until I was out. I only ever need a few hours a sleep. It’s something that I trained myself to master.