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Jaxon
When Wren just sits there chewing on her lip, seeming to be lost in thought, I make a split-second decision. I reach over and grab her hand. She jumps at my sudden touch but doesn’t scream or try to run away, so that’s good.
“What do you do now?” I ask as I start to stroke my thumb back and forth over her palm. I don’t mean to do the action, but it just feels natural. I feel her body shiver a bit in my hand and I wonder if she is getting cold.I should buy her a thicker jacket.
I’ve never been the sweet, caring guy. I don’t buy flowers or even call back the day after we fuck. No, I’m the take you home, fuck your brains out then send you on your way type of guy. Does that make me an asshole? probably, but I don’t have time for the sweet gentleman act.
My lifestyle isn’t all rainbows and cupcakes. It’s rough and bloody. I’m the one Xander calls to deal with the unreasonable clients. I’m the enforcer, the whispered boogeyman of the underground in this city. Just the mention of my name scares grown ass men.
And Wren, she is everything that me and the guys are not. Sweet, gentle, and caring are the words that best describe her. She’s a blind woman who reads books to children and the elderly. She is a God-damn saint compared to us. Every man alive should worship a woman like Wren, but it’s a good thing she has no one, because I would hate to make a pretty girl sad when I had to kill the guy she was with.
“Well, umm, I- I just need to place my hands on your umm… face. I will have my fingertips run across your skin and I will be able to get a generalized picture of what you look like. I know that sounds weird, like it doesn’t work, but it does, I promise. But I don’t have to if it will make you uncom-“ before she can finish her cute little nervous rant, I place her hand on my face.
Cute? What the fuck, Jax, we don’t think shit is cute. Well, unless it’s Wren.I close my eyes, avoiding the disgust I'm sure is written on her face.
I hear the intake of her breath but hold my posture stone still. I wait as she slowly begins to graze her soft fingers across my skin. I hold back the full body chill her warmth gives me. Her fingers climb to the top of my head, to the edge of my hairline as she slowly drifts them around the edge of my face. Everything fades away as her soft touch continues to explore the hard lines of my face. The loud chatter dims into whispers, the clanks of dishes and taps of the cash register machine all but disappear. It’s almost like I’m transported to a whole different place where the only thing that exists is her.
Her touch halts at the tip of my scar, my eyes immediately snapping open. Disgust. Horror. Fear. I accept all of it, but the look on her beautiful face as she trails her thumb down the jagged line is one of confusion. I stare at her, confused, until she grins widely, revealing perfect white teeth. “I thought you said you were scary looking.” I cock a brow in question, then remember she can’t see me.
“What do you mean? I told you I had a scar.” I frown at her as she continues to glade her thumbs over the raised skin of my scar. Goosebumps erupt over my skin at her soft caress. “You said your scar scares people.” She pauses. Somehow, her smile becomes even wider before she continues. “But I think it makes you look more rugged. More handsome.” I swear my breath freezes in my lungs. I’ve been called many things, but the word handsome coming from her sweet plump lips is not one of them.
When I take a woman home, it’s a transaction. Sometimes it’s from a chick who thinks she can get in good with Xander through me. Others, it’s a high-class call girl who fucks for a paycheck. Either way, they get great sex and I get to blow off stream into a warm wet hole. That’s all they are, stress relief, but Wren she is so much more. I want everything from her and after her reaction today; I think I might be in love.
I must have been lost in thought about being touched like this for the first time because I suck in a shuddering breath when her thumbs slowly swipe against my lips. I lick my lips, catching the tip of her finger, before holding back a groan. Of course, this woman would taste as good as she smelt. Her scent is sweet, with a hint of something like coconut, and my dick hardens as I continue to take in deep breaths. She was perfect. She was mine. Although she was not aware of it yet, she was mine in every way.
She finally reaches my chin, parting her lips like she wants to say something more before a high pitch shrill goes off. The sound making her jump back, snapping her hands away from me. I want to growl at the fucker who dare interrupt our perfect little bubble when I see her reach down to dig through her purse that she left on the floor next to her feet. The thing is huge, but I know she stores all kinds of things in there.
“I’m sorry. I need to get this.” She rushes out before she presses the side button, turning in her chair to have what she thinks is a private conversation.
“Yes, I’m still getting coffee.”
“No, I had an accident.”
“I’m fine. I promise. The guy in front of me caught me before I fell.” She rushes out.
“Yes. No. I don’t know. He asked to buy me a coffee. We were just talking, and I lost track of time.” From where I’m sitting, I see a faint blush coat her already rosy cheeks.
“Hush you. Yes. I know. I know. Yes, sir.” She giggles. “Love you too.”
The growl that builds in my throat hearing her one-sided conversation threatens to escape. Who the hell is she saying yes sir to and she better not love someone. I haven’t noticed anyone in her life, but I haven’t been with her 24/7 like I want to be.
Before I can make an ass of myself and demand to know who the fuck that was, she answers my unspoken question. “Sorry about that. That was my friend. I was supposed to grab her a coffee before work and she was getting worried.” My anger instantly washes away and my clenched fist, that I hadn’t noticed I made, relaxes.
“Oh. I’m sorry. Am I keeping you?” I know I am, but I also don’t want her to go. I’ve been her shadow for the last month. Xander told us to watch her closely, but we all took shifts. Slowly becoming obsessed with this woman, one by one, but we were told not to approach. I didn’t mean to almost flatten her today. I really was stepping back to let someone pass, but when I realized it was her in my arms, I took the opportunity.
“Yes. I mean no. Kind of. I have work and a really important meeting today, but I really enjoyed this. It actually helped with my nerves.” Her cheeks turn a light crimson color again, and I smirk to myself. She blushes so easily, I wonder what else I could make blush.
Of course, she is nervous. She is about to make a deal with three devils, yet she doesn’t even know it. “I was actually thinking, only if you want to. You don’t have to agree or anything. I would totally understand if you don’t want to.”
“Wren. What are you talking about?” I ask to stop the rambling she is doing. It’s cute but I’m curious what she is trying to ask but don’t want to get my hopes up.
“Oh, sorry.” She says while looking down towards the ground.
“Stop apologizing.” I snap, then in a softer tone. “What were you asking?”
“Well, would you maybe want to grab coffee again sometime?” she sucks in her bottom lip, nipping on it and I swear my cock is crying out to fuck this woman right here, right now. I adjust myself in my pants, knowing she can’t see it, but not wanting others to see how badly this woman affects me. “Actually, I was going to ask you the same thing.”
Chapter nine
