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“Lola’s,” he says, and my eyes bug out of my head.
“Jax, that place is crazy expensive. There’s no way I can afford that.” Lola’s is a casual steak and seafood place in Frisco. A plate of food there is no less than twenty dollars. He shakes his head.
“Nobody asked you to pay, Ace.”
“I can’t let you or your mom buy us dinner. You’re already inconvenienced by us staying with you,” my words are cut off as Jax curses and slams on his brakes, quickly pulling off to the side of the road and slamming the truck into park. He turns on me.
“And just how do you think I’m “inconvenienced” by you three living with me?” He asks, his tone mocking.
“You’re a young single guy, Jaxson. You could be withanyonewithout all this extra baggage. We’ve already taken over your home. Your light bill is going to go up because Genevieve has no clue how to switch a light off when she leaves a room. Your water bill is going to go up because you have three extra people showering. The kids are going to eat all your groceries. Like, legit. I’m not joking.Allof them. You’re already sacrificing a lot.” He huffs out an irritated breath and leans across the center console of his truck.
“I wouldn’t have asked the three of you to move in with me if I wasn’t sure about this. Sure aboutus. The last thing I would want is to wreak anymore havoc on their lives, Ace, and yours. Y’all have been through so much, more shit than any person your age should have to go through. I’m not inconvenienced by you, I’m fucking thrilled to have the three of you in my life.”
His arm shoots out and his hand hooks me by the back of my neck and I let out a surprised squeak as he presses his lips to mine, threading his fingers through my hair. His kiss is punishing and it takes me a second to adapt, but I’m quickly kissing him back just as hard. He pulls back just enough to raise the center console and he’s back on me in a flash, slipping his tongue into my mouth and undoing my seatbelt. It whips back and hits the door just as Jaxson is dragging me across the bench seat and into his lap so I’m straddling him.
I can feel his cock, hard as a rock, underneath me and I whimper, sliding myself against his thick length. He nips at my bottom lip before kissing his way along my jaw and sliding one hand underneath the back of my shirt. It’s daylight out and anyone passing by could see us, but I don’t give a shit. Jaxson Callaway is doing things to my head and my heart and I know I probably won’t survive the crash that’s surely waiting for me at the end of this shit, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters right now is how good he makes me feel.
“Fuck, Ace. You’re so goddamn sexy,” he rasps as he pulls back and palms both of my breasts. I arch into him and he groans. I rock against him again and he slides his hands around the back of my thighs, pulling my body flush against his and burying his face in my chest, teeth grazing over my pebbled nipple poking through my shirt. I opted for no bra today and I’m really applauding myself for that decision right about now. The sound of a police siren breaks the silence. I screech as Jaxson looks in the rearview mirror. He curses.
“Take it back to your house, Callaway,” is announced over the police cruiser's loudspeaker and Jax coughs out a laugh. I drop my head to his shoulder as my entire body shakes with laughter.
“Jensen is such a cock block,” he mutters, and I slide off his lap and into the center seat instead of the passenger seat. We both buckle back up and Jaxson pulls back onto the road, steering us in the direction of the restaurant, his hand resting on my knee the entire way.
****
I hear Jaxson’s front door open and slam shut.
“In here!” I holler from my position at the sink.
“The party has arriv-, what the fuck, Avery?!” I snort at Clarissa’s remark as I use the wooden spoon to turn the crayfish that are being purged in Jaxson’s kitchen sink for his annual crayfish boil. This is the third batch that I’ve purged today.
“Oh snap. The girl from up north hasn’t been exposed to our boils yet,” Jaxson snickers as he comes in from the garage. Clarissa narrows her eyes at him.
“I didn’t know that you’d be soaking them in your fucking sink!” She cries out.
“Well, yeah. You have to purge them in salt and water before you can boil them,” I say, scooping up a handful and dropping them into the waiting cooler.
“You murder defenseless crawfish and then you eat them?” She asks, horrified.
“Crayfish,” I correct her, “and yes.” The front door opens and shuts again as Clarissa hoists herself up onto a barstool, gazing wide eyed at the cooler.
“Oh no. I’m too late,” Lex says, coming in and depositing a case of beer on the floor in front of the fridge and two cases of hard seltzer. “I was hoping to warn you, Riss.”
“No one could have prepared me for this,” Clarissa whispers and Jaxson barks out a laugh.
“All done, babe?” He asks me, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
“Yeah, honey. That’s the last of them.”
He slaps me on the butt and motions for Ford to help him carry the cooler out to the backyard, where he has all the boiling equipment set up. I busy myself with opening a bottle of wine and dragging glasses out of the cupboard. When I turn around, Clarissa and Lex are staring at me.
“What?” I ask, avoiding eye contact and uncorking the bottle.
“What? You and Jaxson are playing grab-ass and your response is ‘what’?!”
I roll my eyes at Lex’s remark and pour each of us a glass of wine.
“Yes, my response is ‘what’, because I’m not sure what the big deal is.” I say, shrugging my shoulders, but deep down I know that this is a big step for the both of us. Clarissa sighs.
