JAX (Breaking the Declan Brothers #1) Read Free

his crotch. I’m not! “Not everyone knows about my talents.” He hefts one of those nicely rounded shoulders. “Just a very selective few.”
    “And now me,” I say with a smile.  
    “Yeah, by hearsay.” He chuckles, low and husky. God, just that little sound tickles my pussy. “Hey, how long you plannin’ to be in town? Perhaps you can see me in action.” He takes the glove off his right hand, reaches into the crate, and picks up an apple. “Ya know, the Vista Festival is coming up in a few weeks.”
    “And you’ll be eating pie there?” Please, please take off your other glove. I’m dying here!
    “I might enter the contest.” He tosses the apple up in the air and then, with his eyes still locked on mine, he easily catches it. “But I’m thinkin’ I might need to hone my skills.”
    “What, a little out of practice when it comes to your pie eating skills?” Damn, I hope we’re on the same page here. He is taking about eating something other than pie, right. I’m not imagining all this, am I? Fact is, when it comes to Jax Declan, I very well could be.
    “No,” he says, watching me as I walk to the garbage can to get rid of my eaten plum. “But it’s hard to find the perfect one,” he pauses, his eyes following me as I walk back to stand in front of him. “Some are too sweet, some too tart, and some just too damn bitter.” Eyes still right on me, he takes a slow bite of his apple. I hear the peeling break against his teeth, and it shoots straight to my cresting nipples.
    “So…” I watch his lips press against the fruit again, and I squeeze my thighs, imagining his mouth between them. “You haven’t found your ‘just right’ pie yet?”
    His eyebrows flicker as he chews on the apple. I wipe my bottom lip, ‘cause as he mentioned, drooling is not beauty queen decorum, and observing him eating that damn apple and talking about freaking pies—hell, it’s got me torqued.
    I’m not usually this easy, but Jax Declan always had a way about him that reached right in and made my entire body kick and scream like a kid refused at the candy store. He’s never gone as far as playing with me as he is now. Our chats, typically started by me, usually ended with his polite but short responses. Our conversations never lasted longer than a few sentences. God knows I tried, but no matter what I threw at the guy, he refused to take the bait. 
    Until, today. Yay me…I think?
    “So, tell me, Emmie Rue, what are you doing back in the Bayou?”
    “Rayna, me, and a friend of ours are staying at Rayna’s sister’s place on Dolphin Road for the summer. We thought it’d be fun to come back and, ya know, see everyone.” I shove my fingers into the back pockets of my shorts, which lifts my shirt, and I know my belly’s exposed. Yeah, that’s me, trying to throw myself at Jax Declan, yet again. Old habits die hard. But there’s no shame in going after what you want, and a small part of me thinks he might just take the bait. “Looks like much hasn’t changed, though.” I glance around and come back to him with a smile.
    He takes another bite of his apple. His eyes roll down my body, pausing at my bellybutton. “You’re right about that,” head tilted downward, he looks up at me, “looks like you’re still trying to use that body of yours to get what you want.”
    “And if I am?” I push my fingers deeper into my back pockets. I will not back down. He’s not going to make me shrink back into my skin with those hard, unreadable eyes. “Tell me, Jax, is it working?”
    He stares at me for a few excruciating seconds, then tosses his eaten apple into the garbage can. He picks up his glove from the table and slaps it into his hand. He looks back at me, chuckles lightly, and his gaze holds my breath for a few seconds. His grin wanes and his eyes darken. “Maybe, I’ll see you around.”
     “Oh, you can bet on that.” I sweetly smile as I watch his fine ass walk away.
     

CHAPTER THREE

     
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