Falling Away
Page 13
He was caging.
Jax had never confided in me. I’d never given him reason to think I cared, but I did know that his dad was in jail for abusing him, his mom wasn’t in the picture, and he had spent much of his life in the system. Until, that is, his half brother, Jared, had started taking an active role in his life.
Shortly after, Jared’s mom assumed custody of Jax, and they’d all been a family ever since.
But now she’d remarried, moved out of town, and from the looks of it, Jax was surviving very well on his own.
Noticing lots of people sitting close by in lawn chairs, I approached the table and spoke quietly. “This house has been renovated. You have a ton of expensive electronics in there, and you have to have close to a half million dollars’ worth of cars sitting out on the street. Who the hell are all these people?”
His brother’s parties used to boast only half as many guests. It had certainly been less impressive but a lot more comfortable than this chaos.
Jax threw down a tool, picking up a Phillips-head. “They’re my friends’ cars, not mine.”
I stood there, studying him.
He looked up and locked eyes with me, letting out an annoyed sigh. “Okay, I’ll slow down, K.C. First, a friend is someone you enjoy sharing time with. Someone you’re nice to that you trust—”
“Screw you,” I said, sneering, folding my arms over my chest again.
“She gets arrested,” a girl off to the side laughed, “and she still thinks she’s so superior.”
What the hell?
I lost my breath, hearing snickers and snorts go off around the area as everyone reacted to what she’d said.
Everyone knew?
“We got a noise complaint!”
I jumped, twisting around to see two uniformed police officers standing in the open gate.
Chatter stopped, and everyone popped their heads up, eyeing the two officers dressed in black.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and felt the sweat on my forehead. Shane and I were underage at a party with alcohol. My mother would disown me if there was another call from the police.
Or maybe they’d just shut down the party. Hmm … that’d work for me. Shane safe, and me away from trouble.
“Hey,” Jax greeted, and then turned back to his work.
I narrowed my eyes, watching his long fingers work.
“Okay, you can go back to your partying now.” One of the cops waved everyone off, chuckling at his own joke, and others followed suit, laughing and beginning their conversations again.
“Hey, man.” The same cop who had just spoken came up to the table and shook Jax’s hand. “I brought Tim by to see the Evo.” He jerked his thumb to the young-looking officer behind him.
Jax spoke lightly, gesturing with his chin. “In the garage. Go ahead.”
The cops walked out, acting oblivious of the underage drinking, the packed street that had to be a fire hazard, and the huge amount of party noise coming from the house.
I turned to Jax, completely and totally confused. “What the hell is going on?”
“A lot’s changed, Juliet.”
Yeah, no shit, I thought. Jared got a ticket or two for noise complaints for his parties. Why not Jax?
He stopped working and cocked his head, taking me in. His gaze dropped down my body, over my tight pink tank top and Tate’s shortish cutoffs. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, I tucked my hair behind my ear and then shoved my hands into my pockets, averting my eyes from his scrutinizing gaze.
But then I sucked in a breath as Jax reached over and pulled my hair back out from behind my ear.
“It was perfect before.” His voice sounded gravelly as if his mouth was dry.
He held my eyes, and I swear I felt high from his presence. I wished he wouldn’t look at me. I wished he hadn’t touched me. I wished he didn’t always knock me on my ass every time we were near each other.
Tossing down his tools, he spoke loudly. “Everyone clear out for a minute. Go get another drink.”
And I watched as all the guys dropped their toys, and others stood up from their chairs, scraping the legs against the brick-paved ground. Looking over, I saw Shane watching me as she walked out, her eyebrows raised and licking her lips to hide a smile.
What did that mean?
I turned to leave, too, but Jax caught my arm. “Stay.”
He let go and walked around, coming to stand in front of me and then leaning back on the table as he spoke.
“Do you remember when we met?” His soft voice reminded me of chocolate. “I told you that I was old enough to unravel you. Do you remember that?”
I swallowed and looked away. Yeah, I remembered. I’d played out that conversation so many times in my head.
How his eyes ate me up that night. How he wanted to give me a ride home. How I ignored Liam’s calls and fell asleep thinking of the new kid in town. My body warmed as I thought about it. It was the first time I’d ever slept naked.
He gave a gentle smile and looked down. “Man, I wanted to unravel you, K.C.,” he whispered, and then looked me straight in the eye. “I wanted inside you so badly.”
No.
I reared back, but he caught my hand, holding me.
Please don’t do this.
He caressed my fingers with his thumb, and my eyes fluttered at the tingles spreading up my arm. His soothing voice, his touch, his gentleness …
He barely whispered and my heart hurt, it was pounding so hard. “I wanted to make you come so hard that you’d lose that little sneer on your face forever,” he said softly. “I wanted to taste how wet you were for me. I wanted you underneath me, writhing and sweaty and begging.”
Jax had never confided in me. I’d never given him reason to think I cared, but I did know that his dad was in jail for abusing him, his mom wasn’t in the picture, and he had spent much of his life in the system. Until, that is, his half brother, Jared, had started taking an active role in his life.
Shortly after, Jared’s mom assumed custody of Jax, and they’d all been a family ever since.
But now she’d remarried, moved out of town, and from the looks of it, Jax was surviving very well on his own.
Noticing lots of people sitting close by in lawn chairs, I approached the table and spoke quietly. “This house has been renovated. You have a ton of expensive electronics in there, and you have to have close to a half million dollars’ worth of cars sitting out on the street. Who the hell are all these people?”
His brother’s parties used to boast only half as many guests. It had certainly been less impressive but a lot more comfortable than this chaos.
Jax threw down a tool, picking up a Phillips-head. “They’re my friends’ cars, not mine.”
I stood there, studying him.
He looked up and locked eyes with me, letting out an annoyed sigh. “Okay, I’ll slow down, K.C. First, a friend is someone you enjoy sharing time with. Someone you’re nice to that you trust—”
“Screw you,” I said, sneering, folding my arms over my chest again.
“She gets arrested,” a girl off to the side laughed, “and she still thinks she’s so superior.”
What the hell?
I lost my breath, hearing snickers and snorts go off around the area as everyone reacted to what she’d said.
Everyone knew?
“We got a noise complaint!”
I jumped, twisting around to see two uniformed police officers standing in the open gate.
Chatter stopped, and everyone popped their heads up, eyeing the two officers dressed in black.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and felt the sweat on my forehead. Shane and I were underage at a party with alcohol. My mother would disown me if there was another call from the police.
Or maybe they’d just shut down the party. Hmm … that’d work for me. Shane safe, and me away from trouble.
“Hey,” Jax greeted, and then turned back to his work.
I narrowed my eyes, watching his long fingers work.
“Okay, you can go back to your partying now.” One of the cops waved everyone off, chuckling at his own joke, and others followed suit, laughing and beginning their conversations again.
“Hey, man.” The same cop who had just spoken came up to the table and shook Jax’s hand. “I brought Tim by to see the Evo.” He jerked his thumb to the young-looking officer behind him.
Jax spoke lightly, gesturing with his chin. “In the garage. Go ahead.”
The cops walked out, acting oblivious of the underage drinking, the packed street that had to be a fire hazard, and the huge amount of party noise coming from the house.
I turned to Jax, completely and totally confused. “What the hell is going on?”
“A lot’s changed, Juliet.”
Yeah, no shit, I thought. Jared got a ticket or two for noise complaints for his parties. Why not Jax?
He stopped working and cocked his head, taking me in. His gaze dropped down my body, over my tight pink tank top and Tate’s shortish cutoffs. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, I tucked my hair behind my ear and then shoved my hands into my pockets, averting my eyes from his scrutinizing gaze.
But then I sucked in a breath as Jax reached over and pulled my hair back out from behind my ear.
“It was perfect before.” His voice sounded gravelly as if his mouth was dry.
He held my eyes, and I swear I felt high from his presence. I wished he wouldn’t look at me. I wished he hadn’t touched me. I wished he didn’t always knock me on my ass every time we were near each other.
Tossing down his tools, he spoke loudly. “Everyone clear out for a minute. Go get another drink.”
And I watched as all the guys dropped their toys, and others stood up from their chairs, scraping the legs against the brick-paved ground. Looking over, I saw Shane watching me as she walked out, her eyebrows raised and licking her lips to hide a smile.
What did that mean?
I turned to leave, too, but Jax caught my arm. “Stay.”
He let go and walked around, coming to stand in front of me and then leaning back on the table as he spoke.
“Do you remember when we met?” His soft voice reminded me of chocolate. “I told you that I was old enough to unravel you. Do you remember that?”
I swallowed and looked away. Yeah, I remembered. I’d played out that conversation so many times in my head.
How his eyes ate me up that night. How he wanted to give me a ride home. How I ignored Liam’s calls and fell asleep thinking of the new kid in town. My body warmed as I thought about it. It was the first time I’d ever slept naked.
He gave a gentle smile and looked down. “Man, I wanted to unravel you, K.C.,” he whispered, and then looked me straight in the eye. “I wanted inside you so badly.”
No.
I reared back, but he caught my hand, holding me.
Please don’t do this.
He caressed my fingers with his thumb, and my eyes fluttered at the tingles spreading up my arm. His soothing voice, his touch, his gentleness …
He barely whispered and my heart hurt, it was pounding so hard. “I wanted to make you come so hard that you’d lose that little sneer on your face forever,” he said softly. “I wanted to taste how wet you were for me. I wanted you underneath me, writhing and sweaty and begging.”
