20. Jax #2
I open the car door for her and she gets in.
My gut churns as I walk around to the driver’s side.
Am I making the right decision here? There’s no doubt about my feelings towards her.
She owns my heart, and always will. But is laying it all on the line the right choice?
I’ve never thought of myself as the commitment type, but the last four months have proved me wrong.
There’s no way I could go back to the life I had.
No fucking way . We’ve passed the friend zone and moved into some serious shit.
This is where dreams come true, or hearts get broken.
“You’re quiet, are you okay?” she asks on the drive to the restaurant. Reaching across the centre console, she places her hand on my thigh. I love it when she does that.
I’m quiet because I’m having an internal freakout, but of course, I don’t tell her that. “I’m fine,” I reply, turning the radio up. What I need is a damn cigarette. I’m already second-guessing myself, so if we want to make it through the rest of the night, we shouldn’t discuss it.
“Seriously, Jax. You’re going to turn the radio up to avoid talking to me?” I shake my head and chuckle. She knows me too well. “I’m waiting for your answer, mister.”
I look at her when we stop at a red light. She crosses her arms over her chest and raises one of her perfectly shaped brows. I’m instantly distracted by the way her perky tits are pushed up, so my gaze remains fixed on her chest.
“My eyes are up here, buddy.”
I lick my lips as I lean across the centre console and place my mouth on the swell of her breast. “You have spectacular tits,” I whisper as I softly bite her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress.
“Jax,” she moans as her lips part slightly and her head pushes back into the seat. I run my hand up her inner thigh and under her dress, as my cock painfully strains against my pants. She’s addictive . Nobody turns me on like she does. I groan when she parts her legs for me.
“You can’t distract me with sex,” she practically whimpers when my finger slides into the side of her panties.
“Wanna make a bet?” I know her better than she knows herself.
She bites her lip when I slip a finger inside her. The moment her eyes flutter closed, I know she’s lost.
“Shit,” I curse, when the car behind us sounds its horn, alerting me that the traffic light has turned green.
I reluctantly remove my finger from her little piece of paradise and straighten in my seat.
Candice adjusts her dress before looking over at me. “Nice try. Now stop avoiding my question. What are you hiding from me?”
“I’m not hiding anything.”
“Yes, you are, Jaxson Albright. You’re weirding out on me. You better not have asked me out tonight so you could tell me you want to see other people. I swear if you did, you’d better start running.”
I squirm in my seat when her gaze moves down to my crotch.
“Of course not.” I sure as hell wouldn’t like to be in my shoes if that were the case. “Look, I just want to talk to you about something.”
“Shoot.”
Christ. I wanted to wait until after we’d eaten, but there’s no way she’s going to let that happen. She’s way too stubborn. “It’s no big deal … it’s just—”
“Spit it out, Jax.”
“Christ.” I try to bide some time by scrubbing one of my hands over my face. I’m not sure how to even say it. I’ve never asked anyone to be my girlfriend before. I don’t want to scare her away.
“I’m waiting.”
“Just give me a sec. I’m nervous about asking you, okay?”
“About asking me what?”
I guess it’s now or never. I can see she’s starting to get impatient with my vagueness. I exhale. “I want to ask you if you’ll be my girlfriend.”
When she doesn’t reply, my heart drops. I dart a quick look at her: her eyes are wide, and her sweet mouth gapes. If she gives me the, ‘it’s me, not you’ spiel, I’m going to lose my shit.
“For Christ’s sake, Candice, say something.”
“You want to be my boyfriend … like officially?”
“Yes. Only if you want me to. I’m sick of hiding.”
I swear I’m holding my breath as I wait for her to reply. If she’s trying to torture me, she’s doing a good job of it.
A few seconds later, she shrugs. “Okay.”
“Okay, what?” I ask, quickly pulling the car over to the kerb. The second I bring the vehicle to a stop, she turns her face away from me, looking out the front windscreen. “Candice,” I growl, removing my seatbelt. I’m starting to panic a little.
“Sure, I’ll be your girlfriend,” she says, very nonchalantly.
“Wow … really? That’s all you have to say?” I wasn’t sure how she’d react, but I certainly didn’t expect it would be this casually.
I see her lips curl into a smile, as she glances in my direction. She must be yanking my chain. I knew it could go either way, but I wasn’t expecting this lame-arse response.
“Candice.” I can hear the pathetic pleading tone in my voice as I wait for her to say something else. I need more from her. This isn’t a joke—I’m offering her my damn heart here. This is a huge move for me. One I never thought I’d take.
She finally turns her body, facing me. “I’m sorry, but are you sure this is what you want, Jax? You can’t change your mind in the morning. Well, technically you can, but I wouldn’t if I were you,” she adds as her eyes flicker back down to my crotch. “If you catch my drift.”
I swallow nervously. I catch her drift all right, loud and clear. I’ve seen firsthand the damage Candice can cause. My balls are running for cover just thinking about it.
“Jokes aside, this isn’t easy for me, Candice. I think you know me well enough to know I wouldn’t even entertain the idea if it wasn’t something I wanted.”
“Are you sure?”
I hate the uncertainty I can see on her face. “Never been surer.”
“Well, in that case, I’d love to be your girlfriend, Jax.” This time she gives me a beautiful smile, the kind of smile that takes my breath away. “In my head, I’ve been pretending we already were boyfriend and girlfriend anyway.”
I chuckle. As pathetic as that sounds, there have been times I’ve pretended the same thing. I pull her into my arms. I hope I’ve made the right decision for us.
“You know this means no more hiding.”
“No more hiding,” she whispers.
“Thank you.”
Drawing back, her beautiful blue eyes lock with mine.
“You don’t have to thank me, Jax. There’s no one else I’d rather be with.
” Her hand gently caresses the side of my face.
“You’re it for me.” I fucking love it when she looks at me like this.
It sends tingles down my spine and straight to my cock.
“Kiss me.” Reaching for my tie, she uses it to pull my body towards hers.
She doesn’t need to ask me twice. “I can’t wait to have sex with my hot boyfriend when we get home. ”
If we didn’t have reservations, I’d turn around and head there right now. But I want this date with her. She deserves so much more than sex.
I want to give this woman the world .
Pulling out of the kiss, I look at my watch. “We should get going. I don’t want to be late for my first real date with my girlfriend.”
She reaches for my hand and squeezes it. Call me crazy, but I can already feel a difference in the air. Is it wrong to hope?
“Let me just reapply my lipdick,” she says, lifting her huge bag onto her lap, and riffling around inside.
“Hold on a minute, did you just say ‘lipdick’?” This woman has dicks on the brain.
“I did.” When she finds the lipstick in her bag, she removes the lid and extends her arm across the centre console, shoving it in my face.
“What the hell?” I say. “Is that a dick?”
She throws her head back and laughs. “Technically it’s lipstick just dick shaped, hence the name lipdick. Isn’t it cool?”
“Get that thing away from me,” I snap, slapping her hand away. I immediately scrub the back of my hand over my mouth. I just kissed her with that shit all over her lips. “You have serious issues; you know that right?”
“Why are you wiping your mouth?”
“I just kissed you not realising you were wearing cock on your lips.”
“It’s a nice shade of cock, it suits you.”
“You’re sick.”
“Maybe. But you wouldn’t have me any other way.”
“I’m starting to rethink this whole idea.”
“What?” she says and her face drops. “You don’t want me to be your girlfriend anymore?”
“Of course, I do, I wish you had a normal kind of collection … you know like spoons and shit.”
“You’re an arsehole,” she says, punching me in the arm. “I thought you were serious, and only grandma’s collect spoons.”
“What is it with you and your fascination with penises, anyway?”
She shrugs. “I just like them. I grew up in a house with no men. When I saw my first penis, I was captivated. It all started from there.”
“Huh.” Her comment pisses me off.
She grabs my crotch, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Don’t worry, yours is my favourite.”
“It better be,” I growl. “You’re mine now, and don’t forget it.”
“You are, and have always been all I’ve ever wanted, Jaxson Albright.”
Her words have me grinning like a fool.