Page 11 of Wrong Number, Right Mechanic
“I can see that.”
“I’m sure you did, too.”
“Guys are already good at it before we even talk to girls.” I teased and Lyla roared with laughter.
We spent the night laughing and fucking, eating and making love.
The best part?
Waking up with her in my arms.
EPILOGUE
Lyla
Two months later
“It’s aboutdamn time you two came to your senses!” Mom said from across the table, one of her home cooked meals spread out before us. Another one of Jaxon’s favorites, tacos. Taco night was a big deal, and you always needed all the toppings, or it wasn’t good.
And my mom went all out. From three different salsas to two different cheeses, to several types of shells, there was something for everyone and always enough to feed an army.
“Did you pick a date yet?”
“No, he just asked me last night. Slow it down, Mom.”
“Or hold your horses, as I like to say.” Jaxon smirked, and I wanted to throw my napkin at his head. How was this man my fiancé?
I still can’t believe he got down on one knee last night.
And the ring? I couldn’t even describe its beauty. That’s how amazing it was. Jaxon nailed it, remembering the ring I’d wanted since I was a little girl. A big ruby surrounded by diamonds on a silver band and that’s exactly what he delivered.
“Well, get to planning you two. I’ve waited long enough for this wedding and I’m not getting any younger.” Mom winked at us before diving into the taco she made. After swallowing the first bite, she said, “I want grand babies too. I’ve beenwaiting.”
“Okay, Mom, now you really need to slow it down.”
“I missed your tacos, Mrs. Wilkes. So yummy.” Jaxon changed the subject, and I shot him a grateful look.
“Please, call me Pam, Jax, for the love of God.”
I snickered behind my glass and stuck my tongue out at Jaxon. He loved to turn on the charm, especially around my mother, but the funny part was she wasn’t having any of it.
“Okay, okay, Pam. Or should I say Mom?” Jaxon winked at me and my cheeks flushed. I still couldn’t get the dirty sex we had before coming here out of mine.
Jaxon lifting me up in the air and onto his shoulders as he ate my pussy out like it was the last meal he’d ever get. The way he looked up at me, like he wanted to devour me whole, set my soul on fire. How did this man elicit so much pleasure in me?
We were like two bunnies, unable to stop, having sex every chance we got. It was better than I remembered and so deliciously dirty. I couldn’t get enough.
“Mom is fine by me.” She grinned. “It’s good to see your faces. You two need to come over more often, okay?”
Jaxon and I exchanged knowing looks and laughed.
Mom’s face flushed. “I once was a young lady, too. Let me rephrase what I said. When your honeymoon phase is over and you start keeping your hands to yourselves more often, come over more often.”
All three of us erupted into laughter, the sounds bouncing off the walls of Mom’s kitchen.
I’d been staying at Jaxon’s, most of my stuff now over there, as it was easier than having to grab things all the time. While Jaxon spent his days at the car shop, I worked on my online business, getting everything set up before launching the site and going public. I featured some of my completed artwork ready for sale along with some custom pieces I could do per order. Worrying mixed with excitement kept me up some nights, but Jaxon was a great support, along with my mom, both willing to help at a moment’s notice.
“Probably won’t be a for a while, but we’ll come over more. No reason we can’t make more time for you. Right, Lyla?” Jaxon winked at me and now my cheeks flushed hot.
