“I would really appreciate it, Jaxon. I’m not sure what’s going on, but Sammy is always getting into trouble, so it’s probably nothing major. Thanks so much for doing this for me.”
He grinned and pulled me towards him. “Maybe you can think of a way to pay me back later, maybe over dinner or a drink, after the kids go to sleep?”
I shook my head, “You’re a bad influence on me, Jaxon!” He agreed to meet with the principal and find out what my little monster did this time and then bring Sammy and Mags home.
Jaxon
I was happy to help Lor out. She was in quite a bind and I was glad that I could be there for her. I called Uncle Jake and let him know what was going on and we headed over to the school to meet with the principal.
“Mr. Daniels and Mr. Marshall, I assume you are here today to discuss the incident with Mr. Harper.” Principal Michaelson said as he looked me up and down. I didn’t think he was used to seeing people who liked like me around here.
“Yes, sir. Ms. Harper was unavailable this afternoon, so we offered to take her place. So, how much trouble is he in?” I asked.
“Quite a bit actually. Samuel has had several incidents this year, well, actually every year. He is quite the prankster.” Mr. Michaelson said as he raised his eyebrow. “He accosted another child on the playground today. He pushed him down to the ground and referred to him as an ‘asshat’. He also told the child that he was getting a new daddy and he was big and mean and had tattoos. He also mentioned that his new daddy could kick his butt. This behavior is simply unacceptable. I’m afraid we will have to suspend him for three days.” I didn’t know what to say to that. Mr. Michaelson was looking at me as if to say, “Apparently he’s talking about you.”
“Now, sir. Isn’t there something he can do to avoid the suspension? Help around the school or extra homework or something?” I really hated to let Loralei down. I couldn’t let Sammy get kicked out of school.
“I just don’t know, Mr. Daniels. If this was the first offense, I would say yes. But he has caused problems here since kindergarten. His kindergarten teacher retired after Samuel graduated to the first grade. Yes, it was that bad.”
Uncle Jake and I couldn’t help but laugh at that. Mr. Michaelson didn’t think it was very funny.
“Let me talk to his teacher and see if she would be willing to work something out. I’ll be right back.” He said as he left the office and started down the hall.
Uncle Jake looked at me and we both broke out in laughter. “That kid is a right mess.” Uncle Jake said.
“He seems to be. He really cracks me up though. I hate to see him get suspended. I hope we can work something out,” I said as Mr. Michaelson walked back into the room.
“I spoke with Samuel’s teacher and she feels that his punishment should fit his offense. She doesn’t believe that suspension is the right answer either. She would like for Samuel to write a letter of apology to the boy he accosted and also help her in the classroom during recess for the next two weeks.”
“That seems more than fair, Mr. Michaelson. I’ll let his mom know what happened. Where is Sammy?”
“He’s in his classroom. I’ll take you down there.” Mr. Michaelson stood up and led us down the hall to Sammy’s classroom. When we walked inside Uncle Jake went to talk to Mr. Michaelson, while Sammy’s teacher was at her desk grading papers. I sat down at a desk next to Sammy. He looked scared. I hated to see him like that.
“Hey Sammy…you got yourself in a little trouble today, huh?” I asked.
He was fiddling with his pencil. He finally looked up at me and said, “Yeah, I guess. Where’s my mom?”
“She had an important call to make so she asked Uncle Jake and me to come get you. Do you want to talk about what happened today?”
He nodded and shrugged his shoulders. “Well I want to talk about it, okay?” I asked. He agreed and I continued. “You know that it’s never okay to hurt somebody, right?” He nodded. “When you get really mad like that and use your fists it hurts everybody, not just the person you’re hitting. You can’t fix anything by using your strength. You’re going to be a man. Men don’t hurt people. The only exception to that is if they are hurting you. Then you can fight back, but never throw the first punch. Remember that, okay?” He stood up from his desk and put his arms around my neck. I could feel his little chest heave as he started to cry.
“He was talking about my daddy. He said I didn’t have a daddy, but I did have a daddy.” He was sobbing. “He died. And that makes my mommy and my grandma and grandpa so sad. I just want to have a daddy like the other kids. Jaxon, will you be my new daddy?” His words hit me like a ton of bricks. Me? Be his new daddy? How was I supposed to respond to something like that?
“Sammy, nobody will ever replace your daddy. He was very special to your mommy. I don’t know what’s gonna happen, but I’m here for you, little man. If you need to talk or if you feel like you need to use your fists to fix something, you come see me okay? We’ll talk it out.”
He stopped crying and smiled at me as he released me from his bear hug and started to put his jacket on.
While Sammy was getting his stuff ready and his teacher was lecturing him again about his stunt today, Uncle Jake pulled me out into the hallway.
“Son, I warned you. That boy thinks you’re gonna be his new daddy. You need to figure out what the hell is going on back in Richmond. Get your shit together, and decide what you’re gonna do. You cannot hurt those kids and their momma. You hear me, boy?”
“I hear you. That’s the last thing I wanna do.”
Loralei
When I got home around five thirty, Jake’s truck was in my driveway and Mags was sitting on the front porch listening to her iPod and playing with Tinkerbell, her cat. When she saw me, she came running over, whispering, “Mommy, I think Sammy is in a lot of trouble.” I could tell she didn’t really feel bad for her brother.
I walked into my house, and Jaxon, Jake, and Sammy were in the kitchen, Jaxon and Jake were chopping veggies for a salad. Sammy was sitting at the table, staring at the pizza boxes sitting in front of him like he was starving to death. I caught Jaxon’s attention and nodded for him to come upstairs with me.
When we got to my room he gave me a quick kiss and I asked “What happened at the school?” He chuckled, and explained to me that Sammy got into a fight at school and apparently called another boy an “asshat”.
“Why were they fighting?” I asked.
He explained, “The principal said that the other kid was giving Sammy a hard time about not having a dad and Sammy told him his dad had died, but he was getting a new daddy and he was big and mean and had tattoos and would kick his butt. Then he called the kid an ‘asshat’ and pushed him down on the playground.”
I didn’t know which part of this statement I should tackle first. The part where Sammy was in a fight, or when he cursed at another child, or that he thought Jaxon was his new daddy. And the worst part of the whole thing was that Jaxon thought it was really funny.
“I’m glad you find this humorous.” I said in a very sarcastic tone.
He smirked. “Some parts of the story are funny, babe. I straightened everything out with the principal, Sammy didn’t get suspended. All he has to do is write a letter of apology to the kid and help the teacher for a couple of weeks during his recess times.”
But didn’t he understand which part of the story upset me the most? “Sammy thinks you’re going to be his new daddy?”
Jaxon looked confused. “I know we aren’t there yet, Loralei, but wouldn’t you rather him think that than not like me. I talked to him about it and explained that I wasn’t his new daddy and that he shouldn’t ever use his fists or his strength to solve his problems, because it doesn’t work that way.” When he said that, he had a look in his eyes that told me he was speaking from personal experience.
We went downstairs and Mags had set the table and Sammy was looking at me with a complete and utter look of fear on his f
ace. I informed him he would be grounded for this, and we would talk about his punishment after school tomorrow while he was helping Jake muck the stalls in the barn. He actually looked relieved, I think he thought I was going to freak out, but amazingly enough I remained perfectly calm.
* * *
Jaxon and I were getting along so well. We were always catching each other in the barn or out in the field. We made-out like teenagers. It actually reminded me a lot of the time I spent with Declan. I noticed, since I had started spending time with Jaxon, my thoughts didn’t turn to Declan quite as much as they had.
Dusk had always been my favorite time of the day. I loved to sit out on my big porch and watch the sun go down. I was doing that when I heard Jaxon’s motorcycle roaring up the lane.
He drove up to the porch. I couldn’t look away. He was so sexy. Like, incredibly sexy. He had on faded blue jeans with the knees ripped out, black motorcycle boots, a white t-shirt, and a leather biker vest. His helmet was all black with flames on the sides. When he pulled his helmet off of his head, it looked like a bad shampoo commercial. I couldn’t look away. He took the helmet off, shook his head, and ran his fingers through his, as Emma would call it, “fuck me hair.” I didn’t think his lips could be any sexier. Then he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, before biting it. Oh my God they could be sexier. He rose up off of the bike, hung his helmet on the handlebar, and walked up the stairs to me.
“Beautiful night isn’t it?” he asked.
“It really is. This has always been one of my favorite things to do. Just sit out here and have a glass of wine, enjoying the sunset.” I motioned for him to have a seat in the rocking chair next to mine.
“Actually, I was wondering if you would like to go for a ride?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
“I’ve never been on a motorcycle before.”
He gasped, “We need to start by teaching you the difference between that amazing piece of machinery in your driveway and a motorcycle.”
I laughed, “Uh, okay. That’s not a motorcycle?”
He placed his hand on his chest, looking at me as if he was in pain. “No. No, Lor. It isn’t. It’s a Harley Davidson Fatboy Lo in Midnight Pearl. That my dear is so much more than a motorcycle.”
“I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”
“Well now that you do, I think we should go for a ride, don’t you?”
I could do this. The kids were spending the weekend with Declan’s parents. “Sure. Why not? Let’s go.”
“Okay, then. You might want to grab a jacket. It can get a little chilly on the back of a bike.”
I went in the house and grabbed my old denim jacket. I walked outside and he was already on the bike. He was holding a helmet out for me. It was pink - bright pink. “Do you always carry a bright pink helmet around with you? You know, just in case you find some girl to take for a ride.” I realized that last part sounded suggestive.
He smirked at me. “No, ma’am, I don’t. I went into town and bought that today for the only woman that I want to take for a ride.” He winked at me as I took the helmet from him.
I climbed on behind him. He grabbed my hands and placed them snugly around his waist. “Hold on tight, babe. This will be a ride you’ll never forget.”
I had no doubt. When he took off down the lane he scared the shit out of me. I almost jumped off the bike. “What the hell was that?”
“My baby doesn’t like to go slow. She takes off pretty fast.”
He took off down the road leading to town. It was such a beautiful night tonight. The wind was warm, not at all uncomfortable. The irrigation systems were going off in the field. The moon was shining down on the water, making it look like rainbows sparkling in the field. That mixed with fireflies flashing their lights all around us, was beautiful. I would never get tired of the beauty of this place I was lucky enough to live in.
Jaxon had slowed down after the initial take-off. When we got to town, he pulled into the local diner, Leona’s Place. This place was famous for its pie. People drove from other states just to try a piece of Leona’s pie.
Jaxon shut the bike down and stood up off the bike. He took his helmet off and damn, he looked even sexier than he had before. This was insane. He could not get sexier by the minute, could he?
“I thought we could try some of this famous pie all the guys have been telling me about.”
I took off my helmet and he looked at me funny.
“What?” I asked.
He said, “Uh, you have a bad case of helmet hair. Let me help you with that.” He took the helmet from me. Then he scooted in closer to me and ran his fingers through my hair. His eyes never left mine the entire time. I could look into those eyes all damn day.
His gaze drifted down to my lips and then back up to my eyes. “Whew, we better get inside. Or we might not ever make it to the pie.” He said as he placed a light kiss on my cheek and lifted me off the bike.
Leona’s Place didn’t have many customers at this time of night. Leona was actually the only one there.
“Loralei Harper. How are ya, gorgeous? You haven’t been in to visit me in ages.”
“Miss Leona, sorry it’s been so long. I’m just so busy. So much to do on the farm, so little time. You know how that goes.”
Leona was such a sweetheart. I had known her since I was a little girl. She was a short, round older lady. She had curly brown hair and a tendency to wear a hairnet and an apron with a weird saying on it. Tonight’s apron said: Big Girls Don’t Cry – They’re Happy Because They Eat Pie.
“Oh, baby girl, I understand that.”
“What are you getting?” I asked Jaxon.
He responded with a questioning look on his face. “Uh, could I order one of everything? Would that be crazy?”
“They have eight different pies tonight, Jaxon. Can you eat eight pieces of pie?”
“I’d sure be willing to give it a good try,” he said with a little grin.
Leona said, “Son, you’re a man after my own heart. I’m gonna bring you out a little sample of all of the specials today.”
Jaxon stood up and grabbed Leona in a big ole bear hug. “I think you’re a woman after my own heart, Miss Leona.”
She was blushing and smiling from ear to ear. Apparently, Jaxon’s charms were effective on all members of the opposite sex. Didn’t matter how old they were.
Leona disappeared into the kitchen to fetch our pie. Jaxon took my hand in his and started rubbing the pad of his thumb back and forth. He was smiling at me. The feelings I had for him were getting stronger every day. It was like we were drawn to each other. He was great with the kids and they were really starting to like him. That scared me and made me really happy at the same time. Jaxon was so different than Declan. I never thought I could fall for someone like him, but I was and I wanted more with him.
Leona came out to our table with a cookie sheet covered in pie. I mean covered in pie. I bet we had sixteen slices. So many different kinds: coconut cream, chocolate cream, lemon meringue, raisin cream, apple, blueberry, cherry, peanut butter, gooseberry, and my personal favorite chocolate-peanut butter. I ate at least one bite of each kind. Okay, maybe I also ate three bites of the chocolate-peanut butter pie. But my goodness, it was so delicious. I couldn’t let it go to waste. I was amazed at the amount of pie Jaxon ate. There was barely anything left on the cookie sheet when Leona came out to take it away.
She smiled at Jaxon. “I love to see a man with a healthy appetite. You better hang on tight to this one, Loralei.”
“That sounds like excellent advice to me,” Jaxon said with a grin.
He settled the check with Leona and we got ready for the ride home. On the way home he turned down the lane that leads out to the pond. I was really enjoying the ride and it didn’t hurt that I got to have my arms wrapped around Jaxon, holding on tight.
When we got to the pond, Jaxon cut the engine and climbed off the bike. He took my hand and helped me get my helmet off and get off the bike. Then h
e climbed back on the bike.
“Come here and sit down in front of me,” he said.
“Um, sure.” I climbed on in front of him. I leaned my back against his chest. My head was resting on his shoulder. This moment was perfect. The weather was perfectly warm. The moonlight shining down on the pond was perfect. The crickets chirping in the distance were making the perfect mood music for us.
I could feel his breath on my neck. Then I felt his tongue on my ear. He kissed my earlobe, whispering, “Thanks for going for a ride with me, Lor. Tonight, has been perfect.”
How did he know what I was thinking? I thought it was perfect too.
He kissed my neck. His hands were resting on my thighs, until they started moving up to my breasts. He cupped them in his hands, and I heard a groan escape his lips as they were caressing my neck. I reached back and placed my arms around his neck and I turned my head to give him easier access to mine.
All of a sudden, he stopped. He moved his hands back to where they had been resting on my thighs and he rested his chin on my neck. He was breathing heavily.
“You don’t have to stop, Jaxon.”
“Oh baby, yes, yes I do. Let’s just enjoy this beautiful night, okay?”
“Um, okay? You don’t want to…do anything?”
“Damn, it woman. You’re going to be the death of me.” He said with a laugh. “Of course, I do, Lor. But I’m trying really hard to be a good boy.”
We stayed at the pond for a couple of hours just talking and enjoying each other’s company. I was really getting used to being wrapped up in his arms. He made me feel so safe and special. Like that was where I needed to be. This night had been perfect.
We rode home and I decided I really liked his motorcycle. He drove right up to the steps at my house. We climbed off the bike, he pulled our helmets off and hung them on the handlebars then he walked me to the door.
“Would you like to come in?” I asked.
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