Jax (Breaking the Declan Brothers #1)(21)
My hands relax and shoulders drop. I blow out hard, glad it went down the way it did. I hate fighting with my brothers.
“See, he’s all right, was just a sleepin’ pill,” Zeke says. “I’m gonna go change, too.”
“You keep an eye on him,” I call after Zeke as he capers off.
“Sure thing, pops.” He chuckles before disappearing down the hall.
I stand in the kitchen for a few seconds, exhausted and feeling like shit. I spot my keys on the counter. Fuck it.
I need her.
I grab my keys and head out the door.
CHAPTER TEN
I roll over in bed hearing Private Eyes. It’s playing in my dreams. I love that song. But I like the remake by Sleeping At Last better. I wrap my arms around the pillow. The music stops, then it starts all over again. Shit! I jump up searching through the darkness for my phone. It’s somewhere in bed with me. Yeah, I’ve been keeping it close waiting for Jax’s call. I made Private Eyes the ring tone for people not in my contacts. I spot the light through the sheet. I scatter to get it. I hope it’s him. I squint to read the time. God, if it is, why’s he calling me now?
I swipe the screen. “Do you know what time it is,” I say. Regardless of who is calling me, it’s the middle of the night.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Jax’s husky voice says through the line as if he’s right here with me in my bed. It goes silent, but that’s okay. I’m still trying to wake up, still trying to grasp that this isn’t a dream. He finally called.
“So,” I fall back on the bed, “what’s up with the late-night call?”
The silence runs on for another moment then the only sound I hear is his deep voice. “I want to sleep with you.”
“What?” My heart stops mid-beat, and I sit straight up again. “Now? It’s four-thirty in the morning!”
“Yes, I know.”
“But, ah,” I bite my lip.
“Yes or no, Em. It’s an easy enough question to answer,” he says. Damn him and his pretentious tone.
I pick at the sheet. Shit, what to do? Stay strong. Don’t give in. Make him wait just as he made you wait. “I’m in bed.”
“I assumed as much, but I want you in mine. Yes or no, Em,” he says, and again, I feel him beside me, tempting me with those near black eyes.
“Yes.” I’m hopeless when it comes to Jax Declan. Just fucking hopeless. He can have me anytime he wants. He knows it. But, I didn’t think he’d abuse it by getting my ass out of bed in the middle of the night for a booty call. “Give me a few, and I’ll head on over.”
“I’m outside in my truck. Come out when you’re ready.”
“You’re here.” I jump out of bed, tread to the window, and pull the curtain back. Sure as shit, he’s out there.
“Now what kind of gentleman would I be to wake you in the middle of the night, tell you I want to sleep with you, and then expect you to come to me?”
“Oh.” I close the curtain, walk over to my dresser, and pull out a pair of sweat shorts. “I’m learning real fast that you’re no gentleman, Jax Declan.”
“And I’m learning real fast that you like me better that way, princess. Now get your ass out here,” he says, and the line goes dead.
Dammit. Why, when he says things like that, does it make me want to fuck the shit out of him? I yank on my shorts, head to the bathroom to wash up, brush my teeth, and I’m out the door in five minutes flat. I would’ve liked to make him wait longer, but I’m anxious to see him.
I pull the truck door open, and his masculine scent rushes into me. He doesn’t have a shirt on. The street lights dance tauntingly upon his tatts and muscles. Muscles that are going to be under my hands very shortly. My heart skips a beat, and that strong beat ends right between my legs, exactly where I want his mouth. His hair is damp, and his black eyes glisten like the night, dark and dangerous. He watches me climb in and waits for me to shut the door.
“Buckle up.” He turns to the road and puts the truck in drive.
He doesn’t say anything. Not a single word for the whole five minutes it takes to get to his place. He parks, gets out of the truck, and I follow him inside the apartment.
Like him, it’s dark and quiet.
He takes my hand, and this handholding thing really does some crazy shit to me. Our skin clinging together, the connection feels absolute. I can only image what’s going to happen when we get into his bedroom. When we’re naked and joined as one. My heart flutters and shit, my palms start to sweat. Oh God! Can he feel it?
He guides me down a hall until we reach what I can only assume is his bedroom. He releases my hand, waits for me to enter, and then closes the door. He flicks the light on. There’s a dresser with nightstands on either side of a huge unmade king-size bed. The room is neat and clean, all except for a broken lamp on the floor. His eyes flash to the lamp then back to me, and that’s when I see the stress etched into his beautiful face.