Jaxson by Kris Keldaran Read Free Book Online

stairs.
    After throwing his wet clothes in the dryer, Jax sat down on the couch, a towel around his waist . Thirty-four hours awake. Damned insomnia . He closed his eyes, grateful for the momentary reprieve . Just gonna lay here with my eyes shut and relax...
    Kehau heard a low rumbling when she stepped into the hallway . "What is that noise?" The closer she got to the living room, the louder it grew . Turning the corner, she saw Jax, clad in only a towel, snoring in his sleep . His right hand lay on the vest bundled up beside him .
    She crossed her arms . "No way."
    This close though, Kehau realized something that she hadn't earlier in the hot tub . The tattoos covered a crazy network of scars all over his torso, hands , and wrist . He's been a busy man collecting all those . Are you sure you want to take him to your bed ?
    She stepped up to him, internally debating what to do . He still smelled good, and she doubted he'd mind if she cuddled with him . Grabbing a light sheet, she draped it over him, and curled up next to him . Jax barely stirred, and she leaned in closer . Darkness enveloped them, and soon sleep did as well . Though now her dreams were occupied . Not by the nightmares she'd lived with across previous weeks, but a man who stood between her and the nightmares, laughing as they approached .
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    Four hours later they woke on the couch, Jax still wearing a towel around his waist. "So we didn't even make it to her bed, " speaking out loud as he looked around the room, noticing that one of Kehau's roommates must have woke and found them because someone had thoughtfully left his clothes neatly folded on the couch beside them . Moving quietly, Jax had extricated himself from Kehau, then dressed, hoping all the while he didn't wake her.
    Even in her sleep she smiles . And I can't get enough of it . Is this love ? Am I seriously falling in love after one date ?
    He walked out, closing the door quietly behind him. Then s tanding curbside in front of her house, he thought maybe it was possible . And winged-monkeys are gonna fly out of my asshole.
    She had looked so pretty it hurt to even think about leaving . He just wanted to stay right there like that . He heard the door open and close, looking up he watched as she walked toward him. When she stepped in front of him, he blurted, "I like you . A lot."
    Now she blushed . "So that's what last night was all about?"
    "That and then some, " he admitted.
    "What are you doing today?" Kehau asked suddenly .
    "Nothing yet." She took his phone, tapped something out on the screen, then handed it back .
    "What's this?"
    "Where I'll be at noon . Dress nicely."
    "I'll see you then." He kissed her gently , stepping away, getting on the quad, and pulling away.
    Kehau watched until Jax was no longer in sight before turning back to the house, and already looking forward to seeing him again.
     

Chapter Five
     
    You were hanging in the corner
    With your five best friends
    You heard that I was trouble but you couldn't resist
    I make them good girls go bad
     
    Cobra Starship
     
    Jax realized as he paced around the sidewalk near the door that he should've known better .
    "Of course she's C atholic . Why wouldn't she be exactly that?"
    The address Kehau had given him led straight to the Cathedral of Our Lady of Peace on Bishop Avenue .
    Well done , asshole, corrupting a good girl . You douche canoe , kicking himself mentally . At least you dressed nicely . He snorted . Dressing nicely works easier when you’ve got the money for it .
    Since he was little, Jax had been a casual dresser. Blue jeans with a dress shirt was as far as he got. Then he met Joachim Drake, one of the few real friends he’d made during his time in the service. Joachim was the epitome of a clothes' horse, a real life dandy man as it were. Joachim gave him a first class education on how to dress and present himself , and now that he had real money behind his name, Jax’s wardrobe was a thing to behold . The blue