Chapter One
Six Months Later
Jaxon
“So, should I pick you up or will you meet me there?” Carson asks as I grab my gym bag from the backseat of his car. We’ve made plans to go to the local bar tonight to just relax. God knows we need it. We’ve both been crazy busy with work these last three weeks, and we haven’t had any time to actually chill and let loose. We both work for GCC, short for Globe Computer Corporation but in different departments, I’m a software developer, and Carson is a software tester. We actually make a mean team when we work on the same projects.
“Nah, I’ll meet you there, man.” I answer, climbing out of his big ass Jeep and slinging the bag over my shoulder. I don’t want him picking me up because I’d rather hop on my bike and feel the wind in my hair tonight.
“Okay then, later alligator!” He says before I close the car door. I shake my head at his farewell; he’s never going to change. He’s still a geeky kid at heart; it’s one of the many reasons he’s my best friend.
I start making my way up my driveway, fishing out my keys from my sweatpants pocket as I go. I unlock the door but come to a complete halt when I step inside to find a woman clad in nothing but one of my shirts. And not just any shirt, my fucking favorite shirt that Bri bought me for my birthday a couple of years ago. Now, this… woman... is freaking tainting it!
“Sabrina?” I tilt my head in confusion as a shit ton of question marks form in my head. Like, what the hell does she want? Why is she wearing my clothes? And most important; “How did you get in here, and why the hell were you in my damn bedroom?” I voice the last questions out loud as irritation starts gnawing at me. My bedroom is off limits to any and all women. She knows this because I’ve always fucked her in my spare room. And I actually told her that my room is a no-go zone.
“I took one of your spare keys the last time I was here,” she answers like that’s the most normal thing a person can do. Well, it’s not normal. Its fucking creepy!
I might have slept with Sabrina a couple of times, but that doesn’t mean she can come and go as she freaking pleases. I thought she understood that she’s just a booty call, not a girlfriend. I don’t do girlfriends, and I made this clear to her the first night I met her.
“I thought I would surprise you, baby,” she says in what she must think is a seductive voice. Instead of answering her, I roll my eyes and make my way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water because if actual words come out of my mouth right now, she would run out of here crying and I’m not in the mood for that shit right now. I hear her light footsteps following me.
“Sabrina,” I start to speak after grabbing the water bottle from the fridge and twisting the cap off. “I don’t appreciate you coming into my house while I’m not here. I thought I explained what this was,” I have to make her aware that this is unacceptable and remind her that we are nothing more than two people who fuck each other on occasion.
“Is this because of her?” she asks, scowling at me.
Shit, did she have to bring Brianne up? She doesn’t know that ‘her’ is actually Bri. All she knows is that there is a woman I can’t get out of my mind because I let that titbit of information slip through my drunk lips a short while after Brianne just up and left without saying a word to anyone, not even her brother or her parents.
Sometimes, I think I’m the one who drove her to leave like that. I mean I knew I shouldn’t have fucked her that night because she was emotional and was probably doing it to get back at that fucking idiot Ethan. But I just couldn’t help myself. When her soft lips touched mine, all sense and control flew out the window because I’ve wanted her for so damn long. When I told her that she needed to sort her head out, I never in a million years thought that she would actually pack her stuff and leave. I thought I would give her a month or so before telling her how I feel- how I’ve felt about her all these years.
“Jaxon, it’s obvious this woman doesn’t want you,” Sabrina says when I just stay silent, not answering her question. “Just let her go and let me in baby,” she continues, pissing me off in the process.
“Sabrina, I think maybe it’s time for you to get out of my clothes, into your own and then leave,” I tell her through gritted teeth. Who the hell does she think she is to spew shit like that to me?
“Fine, your loss!” she says as she turns on her heel towards the bedroom - my fucking bedroom! A few minutes later Sabrina comes out fully dressed in her own damn clothes, thank God, and clutching a purse under her arm.
“Wait,” I stop her when she makes her way to the door.
“Yeah?” she turns with a smile on her heart-shaped face.
“Leave the keys,” her smile instantly transforms into a scowl. She rummages in her purse then throws the keys at my head. I catch them mid-air then place them on the counter and watch as she stomps out the door and slams it behind her.
Well, I guess that was the end of that little adventure. Like I fucking care, there is only one woman for me and Sabrina is most definitely not that woman.
I take a long sip of my water before casually placing the bottle on the counter next to the keys and then make my way to the bathroom for a shower. Images of Bri’s legs wrapped around my waist flash through my mind as soon I step into the hot water. I curse and look down at my hardening appendage. I close my eyes, grasp my dick firmly in my hand and start pumping as my mind takes me back to that night, reminding me how tight and good she felt. It doesn’t take long for me to cum all over the tile floor of the shower.
Fuck, I miss Brianne so fucking bad, I just wish I knew where the hell she was. I’ve tried calling her countless times, but she never answers my calls, she doesn’t answer any of our calls. A few minutes later I turn off the water and climb out of the shower, grab a towel and wrap it around my waist then proceed to make my way to my room.
I hear my phone ringing as I walk into the bedroom and rush to grab it.
“Yeah,” I answer without even looking at the caller ID.
“Hey man, where the fuck have you been? I’ve called about five freaking times already,” Carson says.
“Was in the shower,” I tell him as my hand goes through my wet hair. “What’s up?” I continue to ask.
“Change of plans, come over to Brianne’s place instead tonight,” he says, confusing me. He is the one who was hell-bent on going out tonight, said something about needing to relax and then at the end of the night empty his balls.
“Why the sudden change?” I ask as I walk toward my closet to pick out some clothes.
“It’s Bri,” his words halt my steps.
“What about Brianne?”
“She just called. She says she’s on her way home man, said she’ll be here in about an hour,” I don’t know if I want to fucking jump for joy like a teenage girl or go grab some whisky right now.
“Oh,” is all I manage to say as his words slowly sink in.
“Yeah, so I think you should come over and hang out with us,” he tells me, his excitement coming out loud and clear. I know that he’s missed her. Growing up, they were great friends, even with the four-year age gap.
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
“Cool, bring some ciders I only have beer in this house,” he laughs, but I’m finding it hard to even crack a smile right now. What am I going to say when I see her?
“Laters then,” I say ending the call. I drop the phone on the chest of drawers as Carson’s words play over and over in my head.
I can’t believe this. Can it actually be true?
Holy fucking shit, she’s on her way back!