Page 19 of Savage

An unbelievable urge to pull him into my arms rushed into me. He looked so sad, tormented even and I hated that he was in pain. He must have processed their news much quicker than me as I was still reeling, totally unsure of how I should be feeling.

I slid further into the room; the wooden floor was cool against my soles. I still had my jeans on and suddenly felt hot in the jumper I was wearing.

After a few more moments of contemplation, I went with, “I’m sorry. I don’t like to see you upset,” moving toward him.

Jaxon snorted.

“Don’t pretend that you give two shits about me Wynter. What the fuck do you have to be sorry about?” he snapped, now facing me, and starting to unwind the tape from one hand. His movements were jerky and fast, again highlighting how pissed off he was.

“Your mother has successfully managed to secure her position as lady of the manor now. Doesn’t it freak you out that one day we will share a half-brother or sister?”

“Not really,” I replied honestly.

“No? Don’t you think the weird chemistry we have between us is sick now?” I was surprised he’d finally acknowledged that there was something between us.

I didn’t agree with him though. “Not really. We still won’t be biologically related to each other,” I pointed out. “We don’t share the same blood. We’re nothing to each other really.”

“You got that right,” Jaxon shot back with a sneer, shitting all over his chemistry comment. He was probably annoyed that he’d raised it.

“You don’t have to be upset about it. It’s nice news.” I wanted to soothe his anxiety. He held his body so rigid like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“I’m not sad, I’m fucking angry, Wynter. And that being the case, you should get the hell away from me,” Jaxon elaborated nastily. His neck was corded with tension.

I exhaled. “No,” I replied in a surprisingly firm voice. I then peeled my jumper off over my head, revealing my tee beneath it. It was so hot in the room and you could smell his workout. The scent was heady, with man sweat and that spicy aftershave Jaxon wore like a boss.

His eyes narrowed, watching me as I threw my jumper to the side, now standing before him in skinny jeans and a tight white tee.

Jaxon’s eyes hungrily roamed over me. “And the rest,” he drawled with a wolfish smile.

I tutted and quirked him a look. “Are you always such a pervert?”

His lustful stare jumped up a notch as he admitted, “Fuck yeah.”

I rolled my eyes. He always had to make everything sexual. “Do you always work out when you’re angry?” I asked innocently.

He spun and discarded the tape he had removed from his right hand before turning back toward me.

The way he was watching me was so intense. Almost like he was touching my skin with that gaze. A strange emotion rolled in my belly.

“Generally. I also do other things when I’m angry. All to let off steam of course,” he explained with a smutty look.

I didn’t need him to spell it out but I questioned him anyway. “Like what?”

“Fuck. But I suppose you’re now off limits with the baby news.”

“The baby news affects nothing, and I was always off limits to you anyway,” I replied in a bland tone. I knew he was being crude just to rattle me. That’s what he did.

The look he then gave me was still predatory. “You’re such a little liar. Well, if you haven’t come here to join me in the latter—then piss off,” Jaxon barked with insulting ease in a smoky, firm voice.

It was a blatant challenge and one Jaxon knew I wouldn’t accept.

“We could just talk,” I suggested, moving closer to him.

He took a step back, keeping some distance. “That’s not half as much fun I’m afraid. Sex is so much better.”

“I thought you said it was sick now,” I pointed out with a head tilt.

“I did. But that’s me all over. You know that.”

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