“Any luck this morning?” Syd asks.
“The bass were pretty eager today.”
Jaxon and Garrett growl sourly, knowing they missed the fun.
“There will be plenty more fishing Sundays, you guys,” I say, addressing their boyish behavior. Jaxon walks up and takes the orange juice from my hand, downing the last quarter of the cup while eyeing me. That was pretty ballsy of him.
“Hmmm, just curious…if I get Sundays with them, what do I get with you?”
Jane leans forward on the counter, totally invested in my answer, as Charlie and I both look up at Jaxon's lighthearted stare. He winks at me before grinning at the little beauty. She makes another noise of contentment as Jax scoops in to steal her.
“Mine,” he squawks inFinding Nemoseagull fashion, and the whole room bursts into raucous laughter.
Chapter 18
Jaxon
The ride back to Kittery passes quickly. We make a stop on our own for lunch at a quaint mom-and-pop place that we agree we need to revisit someday, as I crawl back onto my bike. The smile that splits my face wide as the words leave her mouth has her doing a double-take, pink creeping along her cheekbones just as she reaches out and snags her helmet from my hands. The mere idea of her inserting me into any part of her future makes my heart skip a few beats…or twenty. I want that so badly, I can taste it, but I also won’t voice it yet and scare her off.
Her thighs wrapped around mine have me annoyingly aware the entire ride home of how close she is– and how far I am from where I truly want to be. Secluded rest areas aren’t an option this time either.
“Ugh, the vibrations of that bike made my legs feel like Jello that last stretch,” Holly notes as she hands me her helmet and reaches for the compartment that has her things in it. A duffle sits up on her porch, so Colin and Sydney already dropped by. I look left, down the lane at their place, and hear the distant sound of a dog barking. I bet Amy is stoked they’re back. Don’tthey have a cat too? That’s right, Bitsy. The orange and white ball of fluff that follows Colin everywhere around the house.Ha.I wonder what they’ll think of the twins.
“I’ve got your things. Go unlock the front door.”
Holly’s eyebrows dart up her forehead, but she doesn’t argue and merely smirks, jangling her keys from the confines of her purse. I watch her heart-shaped rear as she sashays up the steps. She leaves the door wide open but disappears into the house. I look over the outside and note that Colin has done a great job with the upkeep. I’ll need to ask him what I can do to help out around here to take some of the load off when the twins come in a few weeks. He’ll be busy enough as it is. Will Holly even let me help? Only time will tell.
I close the door, instantly wondering where my beauty went. This is the first time I’ve been here. I start down the open hall toward what I assume is the main living area and kitchen. I veer off to the little half bath to relieve myself and wash up before continuing my tour. Upon exiting, I hear a clatter of dishes and a frustrated curse. Nervous she hurt herself, I rush toward the source of sound and find her in the kitchen, picking up pieces of a broken plate.
“I knew I didn’t push it far enough back,” she mumbles to herself as I crouch and help pick up pieces.
“Are you cut?” I ask, looking for any indication of bleeding.
“No, just clumsy. I was in a rush before work Friday morning and didn'tput a few things back properly when I unloaded the dishwasher.”
“Where’s your broom? Let me get the rest so you don’t cut your–”
“Ouch!” Holly exclaims, sucking air in through her teeth as she shakes her hand like it'll help the pain somehow. She points toward the broom closet with her good hand. I snatch herwrist mid-shake and eye the cut along the pinky side of her palm. It’s not deep, thank goodness, and the plate was clean.
“Rinse that while I finish sweeping this up, then I'll patch you up. Where are your first aid supplies?”
“Hall bathroom that you were just in, underneath the sink. If it’s not there, I might’ve put it in my bathroom linen closet, next to the towels,” she answers as she moves to rinse the cut.
After making quick and thorough work of the mess, I find myself in her master bath searching, as the first option came up empty-handed.
“Any luck?” she asks as she meanders in a few moments after me.
“You made it sound like there was only one little closet. This is more like a walk-in. You also have another actual closet in the bedroom?” I ask, and she nods. She gasps and goes wide-eyed and flushed a second later. I follow her eyes to an open box with something blue poking out of the top.
“You okay?” I ask curiously and smirk at how fidgety she is all of a sudden.No…Did I just find her secret bin of pleasure? My eyes widen. Is the infamous monster cock thing Jane mentioned at the hospital in there? Is that blue thing it???
“MMMhmmm,” Holly answers distractedly, trying to look anywhere but that box. She's adorably flustered now.
“Holly, is your monster cock in that bin you suddenly don’t want to look at?” Her eyes bulge, and I guffaw. “It is, isn’t it?” I chuckle and reach up for the container, and she closes her eyes in defeat. “We'll be bringing this into the room with us, thank you. I am beyond curious about all the kinky things in here that you've toyed with. Pun totally intended.” Holly groans in exasperation as I grab the first aid kit too and follow her back into the bedroom. She didn't try to beg me out of looking through it, which only adds to my curiosity.
“Damn my rushed mornings…” she mutters to herself as she plops onto the bed in dramatic fashion. It's adorable. She's adorable. I'm so fucked with this woman. I set the box down, and she slides the cover over the blue object and pulls it her way a smidge.
“Hand first,” I command, and she sets it on my knees as I rummage through her supplies and pull out what I want. She needs a better kit. This'll do for now, though. I take my time, knowing I'm purposely going slow in order to prolong the anticipation for what delights I'm about to see. No mistake about that. I felt how heavy that box is, so she has an arsenal, not just one or two toys. I'm dying to know which one is her favorite.