Until Jax(56)

“I called you,” July answers almost right away.

“I know, sorry. I just woke up.”

“It’s fine. I was worried about you last night. I heard your dinner plans got shot, because of Mellissa.”

“How did you hear about that?” I ask, dumping some cream and sugar into my coffee and stirring.

“It’s a small town, and word travels fast.”

“I’m so embarrassed. I shouldn’t have let her get to me, but she made me so mad,” I tell her honestly, while going back to the fridge and pulling out the carton of eggs and some left over steak from a few nights ago, along with cheese and a diced onion and pepper.

“She had it coming besides, She’s just jealous that Jax is in love with you and not her,” She says and I feel my heart flutter.

“How did last night go? Your texts were a little hard to understand.” I say changing the subject.

“That’s what happens when you try to outdrink a giant,” she mutters, and I hear Wes say something in the background, and then July tells him to be quiet because he was supposed to take care of her. “So what are your plans for the day? Do you want to go shopping with me and Ashlyn? I guess her new boss is a jerk and told her she can’t wear skirts or dresses to work anymore.”

“Are you kidding me?” I ask. Ashlyn told me a little about her new boss, but I didn’t know he was such an ass.

“Yeah, but I think he has a thing for her.”

“Isn’t he engaged?”

“His fiancée’s in New York. Ashlyn overheard him on the phone with her, and she was complaining about the size of the house he had chosen for them.”

“What?” I whisper while breaking the eggs into a bowl and beating them.

“Yeah, my guess is things are not so good for him, and he sees sweet Ashlyn so close yet so far away, so he’s taking his women problems out on her.”

“How old is he?”

“I think around thirty. Have you seen him? He’s gorgeous,” she whispers, and I hear a loud smack then her say, “Honey, I just mean he’s a good-looking guy.”

“July, don’t piss me off,” I hear Wes growl, and I smile when July starts laughing.

“I’m gonna have to call you back,” she squeals in laughter right before the phone goes dead.

Giggling and shaking my head, I set the phone down on the counter next to me and start chopping up the steak. Then I turn on the stove and put the meat in a pan, along with the onions and peppers, then put another pan on the stove. I go back to the fridge and grab the butter, cutting off a slice and placing it in the pan before dumping some of the eggs on top of it.#p#分页标题#e#

“What are you making?” Jax asks, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing the skin below my ear.

“Omelets.” I smile then laugh when his teeth nibble on my earlobe.

“Smells good,” he mumbles absently.

“I do know how to cook,” I tell him, leaning into his embrace and tilting my head farther to the side, while his mouth travels down toward my shoulder and his hand moves under my shirt to cup my bare breast.

“If we didn’t have to pick up Hope, I’d have you for breakfast,” he whispers against the shell of my ear before nipping it then licking over the sting as a flood of memories from last night come back to me in a rush, causing my knees to get weak. Looking over my shoulder at him, I wonder if I can talk him out of breakfast and into a shower.

“Don’t look at me like that, baby. I know you’re still sore, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I assure him, dropping my eyes to his mouth, watching as a smile forms on his lips.

“You like my mouth?” he asks with a smirk.

Shrugging, I look back at the stove, lifting some of the steak, onions, and peppers from the pan on the opposite burner and tossing them over the eggs. I then grab a handful of cheese, muttering, “It’s okay.”

“Just okay?” he asks, licking along the pulse of my neck, and I can tell he’s smiling.

“I don’t really have a reference point, but if I had to give you a rating, it would be around a seven,” I say, hoping he will try to turn that seven, which is actually like a hundred, into a ten.

“A seven?” he asks in disbelief.

“Yeah, but like I said, I don’t have a reference point. If you want, I can go find someone else to do it and see if your rating goes up.” I shrug again then squeak when he spins me around, picks me up, and tosses me over his shoulder before turning off the stove and carrying me up the stairs to his room where he drops me onto the bed then proceeds to prove he’s definitely not a seven.