Beneath the Surface

Jax

I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, but gay was never one of them. Until tonight. What the hell was that? She actually thought I was gay? I snort. Here I’ve been trying everything I can to get the woman out of my head and she’s thinking I’m gay. I shake my head as I pace back and forth across my living room.

And what the hell is up with Lexie and Carson? What happened that night a couple weeks ago? What made her go from uncomfortable around us to laying her head on his shoulder tonight? Was it just the alcohol? Is she into Carson? I don’t think so, I mean she called him her brother so she isn’t into him. And why did Carson seem to be fine with it all? He’s always been weird about getting close to people, and being touched. It took me and Dillon almost a year to get the guy to trust us and hang out with us. How the hell did she do it in a week? All the sudden he’s OK. With someone touching him. What the hell is that about?

There’s a knock on my front door. I hope that’s Carson or Dillon so I can punch them in the face. Truthfully, I don’t really blame them. If someone had called Dillon gay I would have been laying down on the floor holding my stomach I was laughing so hard. Doesn’t mean it’s funny when it happens to me. It’s one of those things that’s only funny when it happens to someone else.

I sigh as I swing the door open. I’m shocked to find Lexie standing on my porch. I scan her body and don’t try to hide it this time. I will not be with her. Hell I won’t even get close enough to be her friend. That doesn’t mean I can’t look though. She’s in tight distressed blue jeans and a black zip up hoodie that has university of Alabama football across the chest. She has her hands in the pockets of the hoodie, her dark brown hair is doing this adorable flippy thing at the ends around her ears. Her midnight blue eyes meet mine, “I’m sorry, Jax. I shouldn’t have laughed. It really wasn’t funny, and I was laughing more at Dillon and Carson than at you. I’ve had a little too much to drink and I couldn’t help it when they were laughing so hard.” She pauses for a second and takes a deep breath, “Will you come back?”

“Why?”

She shrugs and looks away before looking back, “I don’t know why, but I want you to.”Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

My eyes drop to her mouth as she licks her lips. Before I even realize what’s going on, or give my hands permission to move I have grabbed the front of her hoodie and pulled her to me. I kick the door shut and push her against it as my mouth crashes down on hers. She freezes for a couple seconds, but as I run my tongue along the seam of her lips she leans into me and opens. We both moan as my tongue brushes hers for the first time, and she arches into me. I reach down and grab her ass and lift. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my head. Her hands go into my hair at the back of my head, and give a little pull as she moans again. I keep one hand on her ass and run the other up her side.

Laughter outside breaks through the moment and we both jerk back. I almost drop her in my rush to get her out of my arms and away from me.

She clears her throat and runs her hand through her short hair as she looks at the floor. I wish she would just leave. God I hope she doesn’t try to talk about it. That was a mistake that I didn’t mean to happen, and it won’t happen again. My body and mind are waging a war against each other. Out of the corner of my eye I see her reach up and touch her lips and my dick jerks knowing she’s thinking about my lips against hers. I curse under my breath and walk into the kitchen to get another beer and calm myself down. As I open the fridge, I hear my front door open and close softly. I’m not sure if I’m happy she left without trying to talk about it or if I’m disappointed that she didn’t follow me to the kitchen and force me to talk to her. I turn the beer up and chug the whole can.