Page 39 of Indigo

That, at least, puts a smile on my face.

“Paaaaaxton,” Indie calls from the front door as I get closer.

I flick the lock and pull it open. The sight of her standing there on my porch, her incredible body on full display, makes something inside of me snap. I grab her and pull her inside, slamming the door behind her. Her smile doesn’t falter, and it only irritates me more.

“Blue, what on earth are you–”

“I’m out of here. Someone’s got to get to the shop and open up,” Jagger says as he comes toward us, pulling on his shirt.

Grabbing his keys from the hook on the wall, he winks at Indie and a surge of jealousy courses through me. “Nice shorts, gorgeous,” he says, looking her up and down slowly, appreciatively.

Before he wipes the grin off his face, I smack him on the back of the head. “Go, and stop looking at her,” I snap, pointing to the door.

“Asshole,” he grumbles, rubbing his head as he slips past Indie.

As soon as the door closes behind him, I turn my focus back to the tiny woman in front of me. She looks up at me with those gorgeous indigo eyes. The dark purple of her irises swirl with the lighter blue flecks and mix into a deep, sensual colour.

I have to clear my throat in order to get my words out. “You can’t just walk around the neighbourhood wearing a singlet and a pair of underwear, Blue.”

Her tongue pokes out, gliding along and wetting her bottom lip. “You don’t like my outfit?”

I fucking love it. I just detest the idea of anyone but me seeing her in it.

“It’s not about that.”

She smirks. “So you do?”

Oh, she’s in a teasing mood this morning.

My dick fucking loves it, and it takes all my willpower not to pick her up and fuck her against the wall. I’m running out of control, and soon enough, I’m going to snap.

I lower my voice and step toward her, making her breath catch in her throat. “Don’t play games with me.”

She raises one hand and rests it against my bare chest, right over the tattoo I had done for her.

Her eyes roam over my abs before slowly, teasingly, making their way back up to my face, and she bites that plump bottom lip again, pulling it slightly into her mouth before releasing it. “But you’re so fun to play with.”

“Blue.” I groan, not able to pull my eyes from the tiny marks her teeth left on that lip.

“Want to help a neighbour out?” she asks in that seductive tone that sends shivers through my body.

“Fuck yeah,” I whisper back, hoping she means she has an ache that only I can fucking ease.

“I have some flowers I need to plant. How’s your green thumb?”

???

It took all damn day, and a trip to the hardware store before we finally threw in the towel. We’ve got more dirt on us than we managed to lay in the new garden beds, but the smile on Indie’s face as the sun sets behind her, makes the ache in my knees from kneeling on the grass for so damn long fucking worth it.

“So he nevercame out?” she asks, sitting back on her ass.

I have no idea how Jagger's sexuality became a topic of conversation, but here we are.

“Nope.” I reply, mimicking her position. “I remember having a conversation with him when he was, what, fourteen, maybe? He told me he had a crush on a guy called Tom at school, but the month before that he had a weird dream about a girl named Caitlin. Asked me a bunch of questions about sex, relationships, that kind of thing. I gave him a basic rundown on condoms, told him he could love whoever the fuck he wanted, and we didn’t speak about it again. Throughout high school he’d bring home girlfriends, boyfriends, whatever.”

She nods. “You’re a good brother, Pax. He’s lucky to have you.”

I shake my head and grin down at the grass. “He was an easy kid. We were lucky to have each other.”

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