by Skye Jordan
“Hold your dick on,” Carl muttered.
“Is she married?” Ty asked, his voice rising in disbelief. When Jax shot him a scowl, Ty lifted his hand in a helpless gesture as he guessed again. “One of your friends’ girls?”
“Ty.”
“I’m telling you, dude, you may as well just tell me, because you’re stuck with me for the next five, six days, and you know how relentless I can be.”
Unfortunately, Jax did. It was the reason the kid was so successful at such a young age.
Jax tilted his head back and doused himself with his other water bottle. He shook his head like a dog, spraying Ty, who muttered profanities at him.
“This is the thanks I get for teaching you everything you know,” Jax said, wiping his face.
When he dropped his hand, Ty was waiting, elbow on the saddle, chin on his palm, dark blue eyes intensely focused on Jax’s face, mouth a serious line. Silently sending the message that he would wait Jax out and make his week hell on earth if he didn’t give Ty what he wanted.
The kid reminded Jax a lot of Wes with his dark blond good looks, though Ty was taller, leaner, and prettier without the scars Wes had picked up over the years. But Ty had the same maturity as Wes, one they’d both grasped in their very early twenties and one that most young men didn’t grab hold of until much later. One Jax certainly didn’t get a grasp on until about three years ago himself.
“That video could hit Facebook at any time,” Ty said.
“You bastard.”
“You taught me everything I know.”
Jax didn’t take Ty’s threat seriously, didn’t even give a shit if the video was on the Internet. He felt like a far bigger idiot saying, “She’s sweet, okay?”
His horse grew restless again, stepping forward, backward, forward. He called to a guy by the cooler, held up two fingers, and got two more ice-cold bottles of water tossed to him. He passed one on to Ty.
“I don’t know who she is.” Jax poured half the other bottle of water over the stallion’s neck, rubbing it into his coat to keep himself busy while he talked. “She was on my flight here, texted me anonymously at the airport. We texted for like an hour. She was funny and sexy. The conversation got hot, suggestive, but she wouldn’t come sit with me.”
A wary, suspicious sound came from Ty’s throat.
“I know, right?” Jax turned to pour the rest of the bottle on the horse’s hindquarters. “Anyway, I decided to take a chance, invited her to my room. She accepted at the last minute, when I was on my way out.”
“That takes some balls. Guess you lucked out. Who knows what you could have gotten walking into your room.” Ty shivered dramatically. “But don’t be surprised if Entertainment Tonight calls asking for an exclusive on your new YouTube sex video.”
Jax’s skin chilled as if he’d poured a bottle of water over his own head. He hadn’t thought of that. “She didn’t seem to know who I was. And I lucked out all right. God, she’s…” His whole body lit up. “It’s crazy how much I like her.”
Ty said nothing.
Jax glanced at him. “What?”
“Did she drug your drink?”
Jax sighed. “What does that mean?”
“Do you like getting fucked over, Chamberlin? Do you seriously think this chick doesn’t know who you are?”
“Yeah, I do. I’m not you, kid.”
“No, asshole, you’re way bigger than me.”
“Was,” Jax said. “You’ll learn once you’re out of the spotlight, they forget you fast.”
Ty shook his head, his expression filled with disgust. He picked up his reins, twisted to sit right in his saddle, and cantered through the trees back toward the filming perimeter.
“Tyler!” Russ Matthers’s yell never reached the kid. He was long gone. The director, who was also acting as stunt coordinator, called to Jax, “Where is he going?”
Jax grinned, shrugged. “Not my day to watch him.”
“I knew having the two of you together on the set would be like herding cats.”
“It wasn’t my fault, Dad.” Jax lifted his hands in innocence. For as much as Jax had worked with the man over the years and as good as the man had been to him, Russ had probably been more of a dad to Jax than his own father—who’d been too busy making movies and having affairs around the world to participate in his family. “I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”
Russ had always been a phone call away. He’d given Jax some of the best advice of his life. Russ’s mention had gotten Jax some of the biggest roles of his career. He’d been at every one of Jax’s award events, even if none of Russ’s own films had been nominated. Russ had been to the emergency room with Jax at least half a dozen times. Not one member of his family had ever been around to take Jax to the hospital. Even as a kid, the nanny had been the one to take him.
“Son,” Russ played along with the role, wiping sweat from his face with his forearm. “Go get your brother. I’ve got enough trouble with these damn cameras.”
“He’s such a pain in the ass,” Jax called as he turned the direction Ty had gone. “Why’d you and Mom have him when you already had perfection in me?”
Russ’s laughter followed Jax as he cantered into the trees. It didn’t take Jax long to find Ty. He just followed the high-pitched female squeals. Ty had ridden over to the fence line and was off his horse, signing autographs. Jax pulled up, still within the trees. He didn’t need to get any closer to that screeching than necessary.
Pulling his cell from the saddle, Jax checked for a text from Lexi first—nothing—then texted Ty.
JAX: Your fifteen minutes of fame are over, kid. Grab the phone numbers you really want and get your ass back to the set or Dad’s going to ground you.
Jax looked up from his phone, wondering why Lexi hadn’t texted him back. Then wondered why he cared. He’d gotten a killer blowjob out of the deal. She was the one shortchanged if she wouldn’t see him again.
But uncharacteristic doubts slid in. Had he been a disappointment? Not what she’d expected? Not rough enough? Not crude enough? Should he just have fucked her? Or maybe she’d been expecting more romance. Something slower, sweeter.
His phone chimed.
TY: Come out here. See if anyone remembers you.
JAX: Tainted cross section of the population. You’ve already told them I’m here. I don’t need an ego boost.
TY: I haven’t. I’ll prove it. Then you come out here and prove to yourself that chick is lying about not knowing who you are.
“I have a friend with me today,” Ty yelled to the crowd, “who I think will make the ladies happy.”
The women erupted in screams and cheers again. Despite Jax’s denial about the need for an ego boost, warmth and excitement spurted into his chest the way it used to at the sound of applause. That love of recognition sure as hell died hard. Especially since he’d lived with it his entire life—acting before he could walk. Theater until his late teens, when he’d transitioned to film. Just like Ty.
“Fucking idiot,” Jax muttered.
“But he thinks,” Ty yelled over the crowd, and they quieted to hear him, “I’ve told you who he is. So if anyone knows who’s here with me today, I want you to yell out his name.”
The names of a few of Ty’s costars floated out of the audience, but not Jax’s.
“Come on, ladies. I’m upping the ante. I will kiss any woman”—screams of excitement interrupted Ty—“on the mouth, with tongue”—more screaming, cheering, women jumping up and down— “who can tell me who’s hiding in those trees over there.”
When no one guessed correctly, he offered to have dinner with the woman who gave the right answer. When he had dozens, maybe hundreds, of women frothing at the mouth, Ty offered to sleep with the woman who knew.
“For God’s sake.” Jax rubbed sweat off his face and texted Ty.
JAX: You made your point. Get your ass back to the set now.
“Dude!” Ty yelled toward the trees. “Your fans a
wait.”
Jax sighed, frustrated as his tired legs tried to control the antsy Friesian. “Guess it’s time for the kid to learn just how fast those fans forget you once you’ve left the box office,” he said to the stallion. “Let’s do this, buddy.”
Jax released the pressure of his legs on the horse’s sides, easing him into a canter toward the fence line.
His last big film had been over three years ago, and Jax steeled himself to the disappointment of being unrecognized. He told himself he was simply acting. Just running a scene.
When he broke the tree line, riding into the open, the sun blinded him. Before his eyes adjusted, his name filled the air in a chorus of shrill screams.
“Oh my God, it’s Bentley Chamberlin! Bentley! Over here, Bentley!”
The name took him off guard. Jax hadn’t heard anyone scream Bentley in so long, he experienced a complete disconnect of past and present, reality and memory.
By the time he reached Ty, the true movie star was back up on his horse and local cops were physically holding fences in place against the surging crowd.
The commotion freaked Jax’s horse. The stallion pranced in circles, rearing. Great drama for the fans, might make for some stellar photographs too, even kept a steady adrenaline drip to Jax’s blood, but it also wore him the hell out. This horse was higher strung than a wannabe starlet at the Academy Awards.
“I love you, Bentley,” came from women in the crowd.
“We miss you,” shrieked someone from a different direction.
“When are you making another movie?” another woman screamed.
Ty turned his horse in a circle, waving to the crowd. “Time to get back to work.”
He and Jax cantered along the fence line together to continued, but fading, screams.
Ty’s shit-eating grin didn’t sit right with Jax. “Still think she doesn’t know you, Chamberlin?”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t know what to think anymore. Everything he thought he’d come to believe over the last twelve hours was tangled in his head.
They slowed to a trot as they neared the edges of the filming area.
“I’m not telling you not to see her, bro,” Ty said. “And she may very well be as sweet as you think. But we both know how these women operate, and you’ve taken enough hits for the team. I’d like you to see what’s coming for a change.”
“Ty,” Russ yelled. “What did I tell you about sneaking out to meet your girlfriends? You’re looking at the ceiling of your room the rest of the night, boy.”
“Aw, Dad…” Ty slumped his shoulders in a perfect imitation of a scolded child and walked his horse forward. “I didn’t plan it. She was just…there. I didn’t even kiss her.”
The rest of their exchange dimmed as Jax’s mind drifted to Lexi. To everything that had passed between them. But he couldn’t make any solid truth out of anything.
And even if she was still at the hotel, even if she would see him again tonight, Jax doubted anything would help him see what was coming with this woman. She seemed to prefer keeping him in the dark.
Twelve
Jax stared out the side window of the Lincoln from the backseat on his return to Spencer’s. The driver was probably in his midseventies, courteous and quiet. Which worked great for Jax. Because he needed to think.
He looked down at his phone and read the message Lexi had finally sent around five p.m.
LEXI: Sorry it took me so long to answer. The meeting went long—you know how women can talk—I went shopping after, picked up a surprise for you and then fell asleep when I should have been working. Thank you for leaving your jacket. I napped in it—naked of course. Can’t stop thinking about you. Can’t wait to hear about your exciting day. I’ll be waiting.
At the end of the message, she gave him her cell number, one he could actually see on his phone, and said she’d removed the secretive application that had hidden it from view.
“Shit,” he whispered and dropped his head back against the seat.
There were half a dozen sweet comments in that one message. And now every damn one was tainted by the revelation of just how instantly recognizable he still was. He had to either confront the issue head-on or drop it and let things play out, and he couldn’t decide which.
He hadn’t told Ty about the message. Had been looking for an opportunity to get Russ alone, but when he’d found himself standing at the cooler with the man, chatting about the loss of the Bond contract, Jax hadn’t been able to bring Lexi up.
He pocketed his phone and looked out the window again. The sun was setting. Jax was exhausted. His muscles ached. His ass was killing him. Sex would be an interesting proposition, though he’d make it work if…
If what?
“This is ridiculous.”
He rested his elbow on the edge of the window and his forehead in his hand. He made small circles on his temples. Twenty-four hours ago, he hadn’t even been interested in fucking anyone. Twelve hours ago, he was perfectly fine with a simple one-night stand. Now he was considering not sleeping with a woman who’d kept him hard all day because of the possibility she knew who he was?
“I’m insane.”
He pressed his fingers to his eyes. He was just tired. Stressed. Still reeling over what Veronica had done. Hell, hard to put it behind him when everyone kept bringing it up. What difference did it make if Lexi wanted something from him, anyway? She was great. It wouldn’t kill him to introduce her to someone or help her out in some other way.
“Fuck.” The thought made his stomach knot.
Yeah, actually, it would. What would kill him was knowing she’d come on to him with the favor in mind, not because she’d been attracted to him. He was sick of being used. Worse, of being fooled into being used.
The car slowed, and Jax decided he’d let things play out. Take everything one step at a time.
He tipped the driver and dragged his filthy, sweaty self through the pristine, marbled lobby. He felt like a snail leaving a trail and darted self-conscious glances toward the sunken lounge and dimly lit bar. A number of beautiful women dressed the tables, a few of those blonde. But of course he had no way of knowing if any were Lexi.
He vowed to take the stairs if anyone else got on the elevator with him. No use in subjecting others to this sight or smell—but the car was empty, and Jax stepped in. He glanced at his reflection on the mirrored wall, winced at the grime, the way his hair stuck out all over, the cut on his forehead, then turned and hit number seven.
At his room, he slipped his key card into the door, turned the handle, then paused. This was where Lexi had stood a little less than twelve hours before. She’d been nervous, he’d been sure of it at the time. Now he wondered if he’d been projecting his nerves onto her. Or if she’d been reading him and playing off those nerves to see if he’d respond to them.
“I’m a lunatic.” Jax pushed open the door, forcing his mind away from what he’d done to Lexi right there in the hall that morning. He flipped on the light and tossed his key card on the side table while glancing at the sofa, commanding his mind not to remember what Lexi had done to him right there.
Which, of course, didn’t work. He saw her shadow lower to her knees. Saw her head between his legs. Blood roared that direction.
He growled, pried his gaze away from the sofa, and turned toward the bedroom while stripping off his T-shirt. Pulling it over his head, he sighed, anticipating the feel of the shower. He tossed his shirt on the bed but was already dragging clean, folded clothes from his freshly washed duffle, which the staff had set on the dresser.
Something crinkled when his shirt landed.
Jax turned and lifted his shirt. A paper bag indented the comforter. A handwritten note on the front in ink said, In case you didn’t get time to eat. ~ Lex
She must have had the staff deliver it, the same way he’d had them deliver his jacket. A painful, tingling burn erupted high in his chest, as if he’d been stung by bees, and the emotion that followed tightened his thr
oat. He blinked quickly to clear his eyes, reached down, and dumped the contents of the bag on the white down comforter.
An apple, a protein bar, cashews, a small plastic container of fresh blueberries, and a four-piece box of Godiva chocolates.
Warmth spread through his body as he stood and stared at the food. He huffed a pathetic laugh and murmured, “This is what it feels like?”
Or what it would feel like if it were real. To have a woman think of him during the day. Anticipate his needs and fill them before he even realized they would be needs. This was what it would feel like to know he mattered to a woman. Really mattered.
Jax ate the cashews while the shower water warmed and he undressed. Took the blueberries into the enclosure with him and devoured them while the hot water pounded his muscles. He tossed the carton into the sink across the room and dropped his head back under the spray. With the edge of his hunger sated, relief streaming through his muscles, and a beautiful woman waiting for him, a deep sense of…rightness filled Jax. A sense of comfort. A sense of peace. A sense of… He opened his eyes. Water droplets dripped off his lashes.
Happiness. Deep happiness.
“Don’t set yourself up, dumbshit.”
If nothing else, Lexi had shown him what he was striving for. Now, at least, he knew what it looked like—metaphorically speaking. Knew what it felt like—or could feel like.
He dried off and pulled on clean underwear and jeans. Drying his hair with one hand, Jax sat on the bed and picked up his phone. He tapped Lexi’s name, and options came up. Instead of texting her, he hit the button to dial and held the phone up to his ear.
On the third ring, the phone picked up, and a soft, sleepy, female voice said, “Hello?”
Jax opened his mouth to speak and found his throat closed.
“Hello?” Lexi said again, more alert this time. More query in her voice.
“Hey,” Jax finally got out, then swallowed and shook his head at himself. “It’s Jax.”
“Hi…” She drew out the word, her voice lifting with pleasure and surprise. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting to hear your voice. What a nice surprise. I…” She laughed softly. “Fell asleep again. I haven’t slept this much in months. Sexual satisfaction seems to do a lot for me.”
