Page 84 of Game Changer
He groans again and buries his face in the side of my neck.“That’s so fucking hot.”
“O-okay.”
“I love blow jobs,” he mumbles.“You can do that any time.”
A little laugh escapes me.“Anytime?”
“You know what I mean.Like, maybe not in public.”
“Why not?You made me come in public.”
He lifts his head and meets my eyes again and his are warm and bright.“There was nobody else around.But you have a fair point.”
A smile slowly overtakes my face, and he returns it.A hot glow fills my body.I think it’s happiness.
17
Molly
“This is the best cinnamon bun in the world.”I pull off another piece and pop it in my mouth.
“I agree.Never had one better.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the family at the table next to us in the small restaurant looking at us and whispering.Then the mom nods and the two boys slide off their chairs to approach us.
“Hi, are you Jackson Wynn?”one ginger-haired boy asks.
Jax smiles at him.“I am.”
I catch the excitement on the mom’s face.
“Could we get your autograph?”the boy asks
“And a picture?”the other adds.
“Sure.”
Jax complies, bringing one boy around to the other side of his chair so Mom can take a picture of them all.By this point everyone in the restaurant is watching us, and I hear “Jackson Wynn!”a few times.
People are apparently thrilled by this, and Jax signs a few more autographs and poses for more pictures.Some players are awkward around their fans, Steve being one of them.He was never good at the small talk, but Jax has a way about him that’s so effortless and charming.He comments on a boy’s Batman shirt and on a little girl’s Frozen dress, and he chats easily with the adults.
“Well, that was interesting,” I say as we walk down the sidewalk leaving the restaurant.“You’re pretty popular around here.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
I elbow him.“You guess.”
“I grew up here.Or not far from here.”
We walked here for brunch, so we leisurely retrace our steps along Tawapit Drive.It’s super hot and muggy today, the air close and heavy, the sky overcast.
“Feels like a thunderstorm coming,” Jax says.“Maybe this is a good night to go to a movie.”
“That would be fun.”We’ve walked past the log cabin theater a few times but I’m curious to see inside.
It starts raining just as we arrive back at the cottage, but the drops feel cool and fresh so I don’t mind.I laugh and turn my face to the sky, my arms extended.“Oh my God, the rain smells so good!”
It’s a great day to sit on the screened in porch, rain pattering gently down onto the trees and grass.I’m reading when Jax gets a call from his agent.He goes inside to talk, and I can hear his voice but not exactly what’s being said.
