Olivia shrugs. “Best I can do. Take it or leave it.”
“I’ll take it, but if this backfires, I’m never coming to you for advice ever again.”
She leans her elbows on the counter and narrows her eyes at me. “And when Jaxon has his head between your thighs, you’ll be thanking me.”
“It might be kind of off-putting if I screamyourname when I come.”
“True. Maybe hold off until he’s done, at least.”
I take my treats and rock back on my heels. “I should get going. I have something important to take care of.”
“On your knees in the middle of the bed. Face the mirror. Shoulders back and pop that booty out. He won’t be able to resist.”
“Got it. See you later.”
Back at the house, I slip into my favorite black bodysuit and nothing else. It’s not lingerie, but it’s close enough that I can get away with it. The bottom half is a thong, and the topplunges low enough that the cups of my lacy bra peek out above the neckline, but my scars are still adequately hidden.
I stride across the hall and push open Jaxon’s bedroom door. Hopefully, I’m not overstepping by being here. Considering he had his hand in my pants not so long ago, I think this is less intrusive.
His familiar scent washes over me, setting off a flutter low in my stomach. I scan the room, dimly lit by the sun streaming in through the windows. I can picture him lying with his back against the dark-wood headboard, taking himself in hand while he speaks into a camera positioned at the foot of his bed. My heart stutters. I never thought I’d be standing in this room someday.
I assume the recommended position in the center of the bed and snap several photos in the full-length mirror across the room—full body and a few close-up shots. Even I can admit I look damn good. I zoom in on my hip dips and adjust my bodysuit to expose more skin. A few months ago, I never would’ve dreamed I would be taking sexy photos of myself half-naked, but Jaxon has lit a fire in me.
I won’t be the only one who burns.
The sound of the front door closing has me jolting off the bed. I throw on my oversized hoodie and slippers and make my way out to the living room like I wasn't taking sexy selfies. For added effect, I let out a dramatic yawn.
“Did I wake you?” Jaxon asks from his crouched position as he gives Atticus his much-needed attention.
“No, I was just reading.”
He eyes me curiously. “Ok. Dinner’s in thirty. I’m just gonna hop in the shower real quick.”
Feeling brazen, I invade his space and wrap my arms around his neck. “Want some company?”
He leans in for a soft kiss on the lips. Hishands find my hips, and he squeezes. “Fuck, baby. You can’t say shit like that, or we won’t make it to dinner at all.”
I grip his shirt lapels and tug him closer until our lips are almost touching. “Would that be a bad thing?”
He closes his eyes and swallows thickly. “Goddamit, Callie. I want you so fucking bad it hurts, but we don’t have time.”
I release him and take one slow step back. “I guess I’ll have to take matters into my own hands again.”
He watches me with rapt attention as I pull the oversized shirt off over my head and toss it to the wayside.
“Fuuuuck.”
Without sparing him a second glance, I turn away, stride into my bedroom, and close the door. If he wants to make me wait, he’s going to be suffering, too.
Jaxon
After a freezing cold shower that does nothing to ease my raging hard on, I drive us down to the big house for dinner. Callie gravitates toward Mama and Liv, while I join Griffin out back, where he’s manning the grill. He hands me a beer from the cooler, and I seat myself in my usual spot at the large barn wood table on the deck.
“Any news about the permits?” he asks.
“Still waiting for the non-profit application to go through, but everything else is good to go. I have a meeting with the bank for more funding so we can build additional stables.”
“I appreciate you doing all the heavy lifting, brother. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
