Page 5 of Wrong Number, Right Mechanic (Wrong Number, Right Guy #12)

CHAPTER FIVE

Lyla

Within a week, the ice from my heart melted, something only Jaxon could achieve. And somehow, he did.

Every night he picked me up for a date, recreating the ones we had in high school when we first got together. And every night, he handed me a different bouquet of flowers, each one prettier than the last.

Jaxon walked me to the door after our seventh date, and I couldn’t stop wondering if he was finally going to kiss me. He was being a gentleman and while I admired him for it, I wanted more.

Because the truth was, not only did I fall back in love with Jaxon this weekend, but I also realized I never had stopped loving him.

He explained to me he couldn’t bear the thought of being apart, couldn’t handle the long distance, and thought spending the summer together would only cause more pain in the end.

I saw his point, but I still didn’t grasp why we had to go through so much pain.

Maybe we could’ve said goodbye amicably and kept in touch, stayed friends, but instead he left me with a huge gaping hole in my heart.

I told him how it hurt me when he didn’t seem motivated to do anything with his life, but he told me it was the heartache.

It left him hopeless and not caring about life.

He told me he partied hard and tried to forget the pain, but in the end, it was Joe who picked him up, showed him the ropes, helped him get into school, and now he was a successful mechanic, ready to take over when Joe retired.

And ironically, I was the one who ended up with the failed career.

Jaxon insisted it wasn’t a failed career, but a learning experience.

And one that brought us back together, like we were supposed to be.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, beautiful?” Jaxon asked as he pulled me against him, wrapping his arms around my waist. This was the most physical we’d gotten, only hugs which ending up being pure torture if you asked me.

But it was time to make my move after everything Jaxon had done for me.

“How about tomorrow morning?” I asked before reaching up and sliding my arms around his neck, moving my face up to his, our lips close enough to feel the other’s breaths.

Jaxon looked at me with a confused expression on his face, and before he could utter another word, I kissed him. I kissed him with all the love I’d ever felt for him and all the love I still had for him. I kissed him with apologies and forgiveness and made up for lost time.

So much lost time.

But now we had all the time in the world.

“Are you saying you want to spend the night together?” Jaxon asked when we stopped kissing, in between pants of breath.

“Yes. I don’t want to wait any longer. I love you, Jax. I just want to be with you.”

His entire face lit up and, without warning, he lifted me up and tossed me over his shoulder. He slapped my ass, and I yelped as he started walking towards his truck. “Should we let your mom know?”

“Nah, she’s out with the girls.”

“Perfect.” Jaxon said as he set me down on my feet, only to open the truck door and lift me inside.

“I think I know how to get inside your truck.” I chuckled.

“I’m sure you do. But I wanted to do it for you.” He shut the door and hurried around to his side, not pausing for a second before backing out of the driveway.

He practically floored it the entire way to his cabin and when we arrived, less than ten minutes later, he parked and said, “Wait.”

Jaxon ran around to my side and lifted me out of the car again before tossing me over his shoulder once more.

“All the blood is rushing to my head, you know. But I must say, it’s a pretty good view.” I said, before grabbing both of his ass cheeks with my hands.

“Ah! You naughty little minx.” Jaxon wasted no time getting us inside. As soon as the door was closed, he grabbed me by the waist and pressed his lips to mine, sliding his tongue deep inside.

We both groaned as our hands started roaming and our clothes started flying off in different directions. We kissed and kissed until we were in nothing but our underwear and Jaxon fell to his knees in front of me.

I smiled down at him as my hands slid into his hair. “Maybe we should move to the bedroom?”

“No need.” Jaxon growled before burying his face between my legs. He inhaled deeply before his hands yanked my panties down and his tongue dipped inside.

I tugged at the strands of his hair as he positioned himself directly beneath him, his tongue sliding up and down between my pussy and ass. His hands gripped my waist and held me there, sitting on his face, with my feet planted firmly on the ground, leaving me able to grind my pussy onto his face.

“Oh my God, Jax. Your tongue. I forgot how wonderful—” I couldn’t finish my sentence as his tongue and mouth worked their magic. An orgasm built inside me quickly, and I rubbed myself all over his face.

“Yes, baby, come on my face.” Jaxon growled.

His teeth nipped at my very sensitive clit and before I could hold back, my orgasm tore me apart from the inside out. My entire body shook with pleasure as I rode his face hard and fast, coaxing another orgasm out and then another.

My legs no longer could hold me up and they wobbled beneath me as Jaxon stood up.

He lifted me into his arms quickly and carried me into the living room, not bothering to flick on the lights.

Setting me down gently on my feet with my legs to the back of the couch, I undid my bra and tossed it to the side, watching as his eyes drank my naked form in.

“Fuck, Lyla. You’re so fucking gorgeous. So voluptuous and curvy. You’re mine. All mine.” Jaxon groaned as his hands roamed all over me.

I sat down abruptly and yanked his boxers down, his beautiful cock on full display in front of me.

Jaxon inhaled sharply the moment my lips touched his dick, the only dick I’d ever dreamed about.

Now it was my turn to rock his world.