“Go inside and get a hamburger and fries,” he tells her.
“Can I have a strawberry milkshake?” she begs in what I’m assuming is her best little girl’s voice.
“No,” Beckham grunts as he lets go of Buzz, who falls to the ground. “You had enough desserts today.”
“But—”
Jaxon puts his arm around her shoulders and guides her to the entrance. “You can get a small one,” he whispers.
“Thanks, Uncle J!”
She bounds up the stairs with a big smile on her face. She shoots me a look as she passes where I’m sitting and then disappears inside.
“Come on into our home,” Troy says as he guides the men inside. “We have a lot to discuss and I’m sure you could use a drink.”
The boys start heading back in as I stay here, with my eyes fixated on Jaxon. His leather vest is open and his white t-shirt is clinging onto his flat stomach. My fingers start tingling when I imagine what it would be like to run my hands down his abs.
Beckham passes me without turning his head. Buzz passes a few minutes later, cursing under his breath about outsiders. And then Jaxon comes up the stairs.
He spots me at the top and his feet stop moving as he stares at me in awe.
I swallow hard as I stare back at him, feeling my cheeks getting warmer, feeling everything getting warmer.
His mouth opens but no words come out. There are no words. This right here is beyond words.
“Let’s go,” Troy says as he slaps a hand onto his back and pushes him forward. Jaxon goes, but his eyes stay on me until he disappears inside.
I take a deep breath and run my shaking hands through my hair.
“Holy shit…”
My whole body is trembling. I feel like he just reached inside my chest and gripped my soul with his hand. I hop off the railing onto my shaky legs and head inside.
“So,” Roxanne says to the little blonde girl eating a burger and fries at the bar, who I found out is named Nixie. “Are your uncles single?”
“Single?” Nixie raises an eyebrow as she pierces Roxanne with a calculating stare. “What are your intentions?”
Roxanne goes as bright as the ketchup at the end of Nixie’s French fry. “Honorable!” she quickly says. “Actually, I was just asking… for a friend.”
“Sure,” Nixie says as she bites the fry in half. She stares her down as she chews, which makes Roxanne nervous and she quickly leaves.
I can’t help but laugh. I’ve seen Roxanne chew out a biker five times her size for grabbing her ass, but she just fled with her tail between her legs from a ten-year-old girl.
My laughter quickly dies when I feel eyes on me. My pulse starts racing as I look over and see Jaxon’s eyes on me. They’ve been on me this entire time.
He’s sitting at the table with Gage on one side of him and his brother Beckham on the other side. The men are talking, but he doesn’t seem to be paying attention to any of it. He’s completely focused on me.
“Do you need anything else?” I ask Nixie as I pick up the tray of beers.
“I’m good, thanks,” she says as she munches on her burger.
With my stomach in knots, I head over to the table and start handing out beers. When I get to Jaxon, he grabs my wrist and pulls me onto his knee.
I gasp at the brazen act. Guys have tried to do this to me, but I always slapped them away or fought my way off.
But here I am, sitting on his knee, submitting to his will, wishing we were alone in this broken-down bar.
I inhale deep and my lungs are filled with his rich masculine scent of aftershave mixed with exhaust. It sends a damp pulse throbbing between my legs.
“Watch yourself, Jaxon,” Ranger warns. “The last guy who tried that on Stella got a mug broken over his head.”
His big sexy arms tighten around me like he’s never going to let me go.
“Let her go,” Troy commands from the head of the table. “Stella is a good girl.”
Now that all of the attention is on me, I catch myself and push off him. “Yeah, I’m a good girl,” I say as I get back to my feet, wishing I was still on his lap.
His eyes are still locked on me, undressing me, eye-fucking me, peering into my soul. “I bet you are,” he whispers as he licks his bottom lip.
I quickly head back to the bar where it’s safe. I’m not thinking good girl thoughts now. Not anymore.
“Look at you,” Roxanne says with a giggle. “You look as tuned up as a Harley rolling out of Maddox’s shop.”
“I’m not,” I lie as I hurry behind the bar and take a deep breath. I have never reacted to a man like that before. Ever.
Not ten seconds have passed before Jaxon walks over. He leans onto the bar, standing beside his niece, Nixie, but looking only at me.
“You don’t want to sit on my knee?”
“No,” I lie.
“Do you want to sit somewhere else?”
“Why?” I ask as I narrow my eyes onto him, knowing exactly what he means. “You want to kiss my ass?”
“I do,” he says with a heated look that nearly melts me. “Among other places.”
“Whoa!” Nixie says with an incredulous look. “Ten-year-old alert! I can hear you, ya know?”
Jaxon frowns as he turns to her. “Will you wipe it from your brain if I order you another strawberry milkshake?”
“I’m already trying to wipe it from my brain,” she mutters.
“One more strawberry milkshake for the little lady,” Jaxon says to Roxanne. I shiver as he turns his attention back to me. “Do you have a man?”
I lean back on the beer fridge and cross my arms over my chest. “Why would I need one of those?”
“To hold you at night. Make you coffee in bed. Make your back arch. Run you a bath. Make you see God.
