Page 37 of Jax

While my mind wandered, Max had finally turned to Ronnie, and doing her best to keep calm, Ronnie stayed as still as she could while hooves moved her way. It took a little coaxing, but when Max took a sniff of the fresh grass in Ronnie’s hand, the gluttonous horse was bought.

Her lips slopped against Ronnie’s palm as she hooved every blade of grass from Ronnie’s open palm until it was licked clean. Once she was finished, she stayed next to Ronnie for almost half a minute before she realized no more grass was forthcoming and wandered away, scanning the ground for something edible.

A squeal eminent on her lips, Ronnie galloped over to the fence, clambering her way up to the top. “Jax!” she said on a breathy scream as she looked down to where I stood.

Shaking my head at her excitement as the sun cast an illuminating glow over her face, her green eyes crinkled under the light, not moving off of me.

She clambered down, and I stepped back to give her room.

Until her foot didn’t make the next step.

My hands flew out, coming around her waist just as she slipped her hold, twisting in the air and smashing her front into mine. My jaw jerking upwards as Ronnie’s hands buried in my hair and yanked hard as she attempted to support her body while I tried to grab hold.

My palms wrapped under her ass as I staggered away from the fence, adjusting my balance before coming to a wobbly stop a few feet from it.

“Christ, Ronnie,” I gasped. “Let go of my hair.”

“Oh,” she breathed, looking down at me with shock written into every smooth curve of her skin. “Sorry.”

She pried her hands out of my hair, and her elbows unhinged themselves from the dent she made in my shoulders and I loosened my grip on her ass, letting her feet descend to the dirt. Boobs, hair, and ass were all over me as she slid down my body, the womanly part of her hitting the manly part of me, and, fuck, it felt too good. I should have loosened my hands, let her step back instead of stepping on my toes, but I didn’t.

I stiffened, fighting the burn of her all over me, awareness clear as day on her face.

She was only a few inches below me and our faces were so close that a strand of my hair was a fingerbreadth from touching the soft skin of her heart-shaped face. It would only take a second to kiss her. A second to claim her.

I let go of her like she was fire and my long stride had a gap between us in seconds. Both of us looked shocked at each other, both of us knowing we let that get too far.

“I—I,” I stuttered, looking at her face, not sure what to say.I need to go. We can’t do this.Anything to get away from her, but….

I caught her face. I saw the hurt expression written into the softening of her eyes as they moved away from my face and to the ground. Choosing to look at the dirt rather than watch me walk away.

I didn’t say anything. Words were lost on me, but my actions weren’t. And I did as we both expected.

I walked away.

* * *

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I fucked up.

I never should have let Ronnie touch me. I never should have let that divide I had been insisting was still between us slip. I knew I still hadn’t forgiven her, even if I wasn’t pushing her away as much. I wasn’t supposed to feel even the slightest bit of compassion for her, never mind attraction. Sure, I could feel lust, any man looking at her kind of body would. But attraction was different. It was asking for something from her—and it wouldn’t be just a touch.

Ronnie was just supposed to be the brat that never really grew up. The girl who had pined after me when we were younger, and I wasn’t supposed to be interested. She was just my little annoying shadow. A little sister. She wasn’t supposed to be the girl making my dick hard.

But she was.

Since the second I saw her tight ass shimmy out of her truck and drop down in front of me, I couldn’t help but notice that the woman in front of me was no longer a child. She was beautiful and tall. Long, curling brown hair hung over her handful sized breasts. Her thighs didn’t touch, and her ass was on the smaller side, but it was tight and firm. Everything about her screamedfuck me!in the subtlest, but most alluring way.

I always wanted to fuck big boobed and willing blondes. But that was no longer true. What I wanted to fuck the most, I realized, was her. Someone who carried her body like a tool and did so without realizing it. I was supposed to like bad girls, not innocent. I was supposed to like dirty girls in the sheets, not dirty from hard work. I was supposed to want soft hands around my dick, not calloused, hardworking ones.

But I did want those things.

I wanted them from Ronnie.

The one person I couldn’t have.

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