Jaxson (9 page)

Waking up early the next morning, I get a few things done around the ranch. I spent the first hour or two on the fence that is located on the left corner of the property. On the way back to the house, I got a great idea. I’ll call Lyndley and invite her to breakfast since we didn’t get to actually hang out last night. All week I’ve been dying to be able to spend some more time together.
 

It doesn’t take her long to answer the phone. “Hey.” Her voice is sweet, I can feel my cock harden in my jeans. Fuck, I need to get laid.
 

“Hey, darlin’. How did you sleep?” I ask. I notice some of the guys off to the side of the property digging a few holes, so I make my way towards them. Putting the truck in park, I finish my conversation before I get out.
 

“I had the strangest dream that some man was in my bed last night.” Her giggles ring out across the line and I wish that I could see her face right now.
 

“Yeah? Was it a good dream?”

“Well, the weirdest part was he didn’t even try to get fresh with me. I thought dreams were supposed to be all hot and sweaty sex. Sadly, this was not.”

“Hmm… That sounds like a dilemma. Maybe you should have kicked the dream man out of your bed and found the real deal.”
 

“Well, I think I know just the guy. I’ll be sure to call him later.” I smirk at that. She has no idea how fucking good that sounds. I would gladly be the one to welcome her back into my bed. At least now we won’t have to sneak around like horny teenagers. Not that I would complain because we had some of the best sex of my life out on this ranch.
 

I chuckle before I tell her why I really called. “Well, I actually called to invite you to breakfast.”
 

“Shoot. I have to work this morning,” I can almost picture the frown that she probably has on her face right now.
 

“Well, what if I sit in your section. You can have breakfast with me and work at the same time.” She tells me that it’s a date and I let her go shower and get ready for work after talking to the guys about what I want done where they are digging holes. I make my way back to the house. Walking into the kitchen, I grab another cup of coffee and watch Max outside chasing the ball that one of the worker’s kids is throwing for him.
 

I spend a little over half an hour doing some paperwork upstairs in my office before I finally make my way towards my truck to go get breakfast.

When I pull up to the diner, I see Lyndley walking around taking orders and delivering drinks and stuff. The bell on the door rings when I walk in and Lyndley turns to look. She points to her section and once she places the drinks on the other table, I walk over to her and pull her body into mine.
 

“Hey, darlin’.” Her body feels good against mine, I have to keep myself from thinking dirty thoughts about her.
 

“Hi, handsome.” She smiles at me.
 

“You call that dream man of yours?” I grin at her and she gets a cute look on her face.
 

“Yeah, I did. He said he was taking me out to dinner tonight.” I take the bait and ask her where she’s excepting me to take her tonight.
 

“Oh yeah? Where is he taking you?”

She leads me to one of her empty tables and I wait for her answer. “Well, he said he wanted our first date to be amazing, but I’m not sure if he can top the last one.” I take a seat and grab her hand. She has no idea how good I’m going to make this second first date. She’ll never need another first date after tonight.
 

“If it were me, I would make this the last first date you ever had.” I pull her hand to my mouth and place a kiss along her knuckles. Lyndley’s name is called from someone in the back and she pulls away smiling back at me.
 

I watch her ass sway as she makes her way towards the back and a few seconds later she comes out with a couple of plates of food. My eyes never leave her as I watch her smile at a few of the regulars. She makes them laugh and I wish she was over here with me right now instead.
 

When she comes back over to me, she has a cup of coffee and a grin. “Are you ready to order Jaxson?” She tries to hide her smirk and I give her an answer that is better than food.
 

“I’ll take you at my place tonight at seven.” I wink at her and she leans forward.

“I’ll be there with bells on.” She smirks, then I tell her that I want to order some eggs, bacon and toast. She walks away to put my order in and checks on her other tables. I watch a few people come and go and even a few of the men stop to talk to me about how the ranch is doing and if I needed any help yet. My busy season is coming up, I know I’ll be searching for a few good hands, so I let them know that.
 

I watch her grab my plate and start to walk towards me. Her hips sway and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from getting up from my chair. She leans forward when she puts the plate on the table in front of me and I get a great look at her tits. Groaning, I have to move a little in my chair. “Damn, baby.” I grit my teeth. “You have no idea what I want to do to you and the fantastic ass of yours.”

She winks at me and struts back to where she came from. Shaking my head, I mutter under my breath and start to dig into my food. I’m fucking starving, I know damn well that this food is not what I’m hungry for.
 

I see Jessica Mitchell walk over to Lyndley and I watch the exchange from my chair. As soon as that bitch opens her mouth, I want to get up and go over there, but I doubt that Lyndley would want me to. “Well, look what the cat dragged in,” she snorts to her bitchy little friends. I watch as Lyndley gives them all a big smile and says, “Hi, ladies.” She looks over at me and I have to grip the edge of the table.

Jessica spent years trying to get me in bed through high school and even after Lyndley left. She’s always tried to one up my girl, but I already knew her games so I didn’t even bother to bite. I’m sure she’s told everyone who would listen that her and I had sex, but I would never do that to Lynd no matter how pissed off I was at her.

“So I see you’ve decided on coming back for seconds, huh?” Jessica sneers at Lynd.
 

“I see you’re still pinning after Jaxson. At least I have a shot,” Lynd says with a huge smile. Now everyone in the diner is watching the exchange and I start to stand up.
 

“Not when he finds out what a big whore you turned out to be. Or the fact that you killed his baby.” I see Lyndley flinch at her words and then she goes completely silent. My anger rises and I ball my fists as I walk over to my girl. She doesn’t deserve this shit, I won’t let this bitch hurt her just because she’s jealous.
 

Wrapping my arms around her when I reach her, I pull Lyndley into my body. “Hey, Jessica, why don’t you learn the fucking facts before you spew your venom? Our daughter fucking died at birth, and you have no fucking right to say shit to Lyndley or anyone else about her.” I grit out. I want to say so much fucking more, but I bite my tongue.
 

Pulling Lyndley with me, we make our way out the back door. When we stop, I wrap my arms around her and just let her cry. Her tears soak through my tee shirt, but I don’t even care. I only care about making sure she’s okay.

“Lynd, don’t let anyone blame you for her death. There was nothing you could have done differently. She’s just jealous of you, always has been,” I whisper against her hair.
 

“Why would she say that in front of half the town? Why does she hate me so much that she would say I killed her?” The tears don’t stop falling down her face. I wish there was something I could do to comfort her, but I know that what Jessica said was hurtful.
 

“Baby, you did nothing wrong. She’s just mad because I still wouldn’t sleep with her even after you and I broke up. She just wants what you have.”
 

“I don’t have anything.”
 

Grabbing her chin, I force her to look at me. She’s hesitant, but I need her to know this. “Lynnie, you have me. You’ll always have me, and we will always have Gracilyn in our hearts.”

It takes me a few minutes to get her to calm down as I continue to wipe the tears off her face. I hate seeing her cry, I wish that I was able to take away all the pain she has had to handle all on her own all these years. I never should have stayed behind. I should have gone to New York with her.

When we walk back inside, Stu comes over to her and asks if she’s okay. “I’m fine. We won’t cause any more scenes.” She says trying to brush off the hurt. I hate watching her have to be so strong all the time. I want to be the strong one. She deserves to be able to fall apart every once in a while.
 

He just chuckles. “Lyndley, you went through a traumatic time in your life and no one should ever make you feel bad about it. Jax was right, that girl had no right to mention your child to make you feel bad about yourself.”
 

She sniffs a few times before she whispers a “Thank you.” She hugs him and I feel my jealousy rise up even though I know that it’s harmless.
 

“Lyn, take the rest of the day off.” Before he walks into the kitchen, he shouts, “On me.”
 

I shrug my shoulders when she looks at me and she gets a frown on her face. “I can’t do that,” Smiling, I grab her hand and pull her with me. If I get part of the afternoon with her, I’ll take it. I pay for my food by tossing some cash on the table before dragging her out the door and towards the truck.
 

“Come with me. I need to do some work on the ranch, and I’m sure Momma would love to spend some time with you. Afterwards, we can go on our date.” I run my finger along her jawline, and stare at her perfect lips. I remember the last time she had them wrapped around me and I close my eyes for a second. Leaning in, I brush my lips against hers gently, hoping not to spook her.
 

“Okay,” she says, nodding. “Let’s get out of here.” I grin at her and drag her the rest of the way to the truck.

I help her into the truck, then make my way to the driver’s side. I try to keep a positive face as I get in, but when I look over at her, I can tell I didn’t do a good job at it. I don’t want her to worry about it. I want to make sure she isn’t dealing with the shitty comments from the jealous bitches or the nosey fuckers around here. She puts her hand on my thigh and I smile at her. It’s the little things that make me love her more than anything.
 

“Thank you for standing up for me. I know it must be hard for you to hear that, but I really appreciate you saying something when I couldn’t.”
 

Grabbing her hand, I pull her closer to me. “Lynd, I’ll always stand up for you. You’re my wife and that still means something to me.”
 

I start the truck and drive towards the house and she puts her head on my shoulder. “You know, babe, this is how we spent many of our younger days,” I state. Looking at her face, I see a small grin appear.
 

“Times like these were my favorite,” her answer is the same one I have.
 

When we pull up my momma’s place, I see her walking out. “My sweet girl!” she squeals, pulling Lyndley into a hug. I still don’t understand why my momma loves Lynd more than me. I shake my head, smiling at them. I love that they get along so well.