Page 67 of Undeniable Love
They were breathless and panting. Lucy’s hands seemed to touch him everywhere, and he was doing his best to keep up.
“Jax,” she breathlessly whispered. “Now. Please.” She was writhing beneath him, and he couldn’t have formed a single sentence if he tried. Not that it mattered.
He was a man of action anyway.
“Thank you for indulging me.”
Leaning in close, Jax playfully nudged her with his shoulder. “My pleasure.”
“I know this isn’t the most romantic thing for us to do when we only have the weekend, but I really appreciate it.” She playfully nudged him in return. “You’re kind of a great guy.”
He preened at the compliment. “Glad you finally realize it.”
Lucy’s snort of laughter was her only response before their tour guide started speaking. They were taking a two-hour tour along the Outer Banks for a guided wild horse tour. When they had planned their weekend, she had mentioned it, but Jax hadn’t thought she was serious. During dinner last night, it was almost all she could talk about, so…how could he say no?
By the time they got back to the resort, he was the one gushing over the whole thing.
“Did you see them?” he asked excitedly as they got on the elevator. “I mean…there were like…twenty of them! They were so freaking majestic that I almost hated that we were driving through and disturbing them!”
“I told you it would be awesome!”
“Hold the elevator!” someone called out just as the doors were about to close.
Jax reached out and held them open as a couple joined them. They both smiled at him, but then he noticed the guy’s expression completely change.
“Lucy?”
Turning, Jax saw that Lucy had gone completely pale and he stepped in close, his arm possessively going around her waist. “You okay?”
She nodded, but her whole body had tensed up. “Hello, Blake,” she said quietly.
“Wow,” the guy—Blake—said as he hit the button for the third floor. “This is…uh…small world, right?” His laugh was forced and awkward as hell as his gaze landed on Jax. It took a moment for recognition to hit. “Holy crap! You’re Jax Wylder, right? You play for the Warriors and you’re Tyler’s friend.”
There was no way not to answer, so he nodded politely. “That’s right.”
He glanced at Lucy. “Looks like you’ve moved on to something bigger and better, Luce…”
“Blake, don’t…” she began weakly, but he wasn’t listening.
Turning his attention back to Jax, Blake’s smile turned cold and a bit sinister. “Let me give you a bit of advice, Jax. You should beware—after all, Lucy was willing to marry me just to get away from her crappy little town and crappy little life. I knew she didn’t really love me, but I was hopeful. I’m sure a guy like you could offer her a hell of a lot more than I ever could.” With a casual shrug, he added, “Better you than me, buddy.”
Everything in Jax wanted to lean in and pound this snarky little bastard, but the elevator came to a stop just then.
“You two have a great weekend. And…best of luck, Jax.”
For a moment, neither Jax nor Lucy moved and they didn’t utter a single word until they were back in the suite.
“Of all the damn places in the world, I can’t believe we had to run into…him,” Lucy murmured, tossing her purse on the sofa. “What a total ass he is for saying all that crap. He cheated on me and somehow he thinks he has the right to talk shit about me?”
Jax wanted to agree, but…something was niggling at the back of his mind. Was Lucy with him because she genuinely liked him? Or did she come to Wichita and suddenly decide that maybe he could offer her something she so desperately wanted?
Namely, a way out of South Creek with a rich guy.
He immediately pushed that thought aside. There was no way Lucy was that kind of person. Blake was clearly just being spiteful and, from everything she’d ever shared about the guy, it totally made sense.
Still…
“Jax?”