Natural Attraction (25 page)

I think on what he is saying for a moment and nod my head in understanding.  He’s right of course, when it comes to horses, he always is.

*****

We both agree on a light dinner after such a huge lunch and then spending so many hours in the car.   Jax grabs out one of his mum’s homemade soups from the freezer and we fill it out for him by adding a couple of buttered rolls as a side dish.  I forgo the bread in a vain effort to slow what I am sure is going to be weight gain while I spend time with Jax and his family.

I am surprised how easily Jax and I settle into a comfortable process of preparing for dinner together.  This I can do, microwave soup and buttered rolls. 
Just my style.

We spend the meal finding out more about each other and making easy conversation about dogs and horses.  With dinner out the way, Jax finally leans one hip sexily against a kitchen counter and wiggles his eyebrows at me.

“Is it time for your bath little girl?”

Another bath in his spa sounds
divine.
  I can’t think of a better way to finish my weekend. 

“Absolutely!
  I hope you don’t mind?”

“What makes you think I would mind?” He asks looking confused.  “I’ll be in there with you this time.”

Shit.

I didn’t expect that.  Well actually, I suppose I should have expected that but I just didn’t
think
of it before I so enthusiastically accepted his offer of a bath.

I start worrying at my bottom lip with my teeth.  “Um… I’m not so sure about that.”

“Wear your bathers if you don’t feel comfortable.  I’ll even wear shorts if I have to.  It’ll be more fun with two of us and you won’t have to rush like you did last night.” 

Mm he’s selling the plan hey?

A nice long, stress free spa does sound wonderful though.   I was kicking myself at having to get out so quickly last night.  What the hell, you only live once.

“If we are getting in that spa together, you are
most definitely
wearing shorts and I am most definitely wearing bathers.   No funny business.  Do you hear me?”

A cheeky grin stretches across his face and I watch his eyes sparkle mischievously.  Both dimples tease me with their presence as he launches off the counter and straight past me on the way to the spa at high speed.  “Sure, no funny business.  Last one
in’s a rotten egg!” 

*****

I’m standing in Jax’s spare bedroom, in a black string bikini, staring at myself in the beautiful full-length mirror that stands in one corner. 

This bikini certainly does display my rather large breasts off well and I’m surprised that my belly is not the size of a balloon after all the carbs I’ve eaten over the course of the weekend. 

This aside, I’m still really nervous about walking into Jax’s en suite in my bathers.   I am wondering whether I can do this.  Especially considering I normally wear shorts and a t-shirt over the top of my bikini when I go swimming.

I haven’t seen Jax for the last ten minutes so I am assuming he’s filled the spa and he is already in there.  I’ve decided to pile my hair in a bun on the top of my head so I won’t get it wet.  It will save me drying it afterwards and I’ll wash it in the shower tomorrow morning. 

With one last look at myself, and trembling with nerves, I head towards the door.  I have just placed my hand on the door handle when I suddenly become aware that I can hear voices in the kitchen. 

Shit oh dear, who’s here?

Petrified of being seen, I quickly retract my hand from the handle and consider my choices.  Get dressed again or just sit this out?  Not too sure what to do, I go with the age-old backup and decide to hold my ear against the door and eavesdrop. 

The voices are muffled because they are so far away.  I hold my breath and listen carefully.  I am sure I can hear Luke and Jax talking in the kitchen. 

I wonder why Luke is here at this time of night.

Whatever they have been talking about, I work out that they are now winding up because I hear Jax say, “Thanks bro, you’re a lifesaver as usual.  See you in the morning.”

I hear the back door close and the sound of Luke’s Silverado roaring to life outside and then he heads back up the driveway.

Working hard to
reestablish my resolve, I once again approach the door and this time I turn the handle.  It still sounds quiet outside so I stop and listen to double check that we have no other unexpected guests and start my way to the kitchen. 

About halfway down the hall, I stop once more and listen carefully.  I still can’t hear anything so I swing into stride ready to pass straight through the kitchen and on to Jax’s bedroom.  I’ve barely broken the cover of the hallway when I hear a sharp intake of breath from the kitchen and Jax growls, “Fucking A!  Damn that’s hot!”

I freeze my feet in place and swing my head sideways to see Jax staring at me with the biggest shit eating grin I have ever seen.  He’s standing at the bench pouring
caffeine free
diet Coke into a glass.

I look at the bottle in his hand, confusion on my face and then look back up to his face to see him still appreciating my bikini and all the parts between.  
Every single part.

“Where did you get that Coke from?” I ask, forgetting my embarrassment for a brief moment as my mind registers what he is doing.

I stare in wonder because Jax has remembered I drink caffeine free and then he has magically produced it out of thin air. 

I also stare at him because he has no shirt on and I can see his six pack rippling as he leans over the bench.  He’s also wearing a sexy pair of swim shorts that hang low on his hips.

Hot damn!

Not moving his eyes from my breasts he mumbles, “Luke just dropped it off.  He rang to ask if I wanted anyth
ing at the supermarket earlier ‘cause he has to drive past my place to get there.  I remembered you liked caffeine free.” 

He finally manages to drag his eyes from my breasts and back to the glass he is filling.  “
Me thinks we’ll be having a spa
every
night over the next two weeks.”

I regain my composure and consider my next move to get out of Jax’s line of sight. 

Lifting an eyebrow and pointing my chin towards his bedroom door I tease,  “I thought you said last one in was a rotten egg?”

He chuckles to himself as he heads to the cupboard to get more glasses.

“I’m more than happy to be the rotten egg.  I’m gunna make us
two
drinks each!” 

I grin back at him and stroll past him to his bedroom door.  At the door I look back over my shoulder and raise an eyebrow.  “I’ll be waiting.”

Where did that sexy little maneuver come from?

Now mortified at my obvious try at flirting, I shoot through the door and on to the en suite.  I just about break my neck in my effort to slide into the spa as fast as I can to hide my body beneath the bubbles.

Jax appears a short time later carrying four drinks on a wooden tea tray. 

“Your drinks milady,” he announces in a butler's tone. 

I grin up at him wondering how I was so lucky to meet this guy and now be sitting his in spa having my favorite drink served up.

Jax sets the tray down on the floor near the spa and hands me a glass.  Putting another one on the tiled edge, he climbs across me to sit in the second seat.  I watch his look of pleasure as he slides down into the warm, soft heat of the spa and settles his head back on the headrest.

“I love this spa,” he murmurs as he closes his eyes and twists his neck to remove the kinks of the day.  Looking at his chest and shoulders showing above the top of the water, I’m starting to think I love this spa too.

Relaxing, I decide to make myself more comfortable.  This involves sitting up a bit straighter to lean on my headrest properly.  This in itself places me in a position where the top of my breasts are just
showing above the water.  I glance over to see Jax’s eyes are open again and they have darkened to a shade of pure lust.

“No funny business right?” I remind him.

“No funny business,” he nods but keeps his eyes locked on my breasts.  I watch his pupils dilate even further as he drags his eyes up to my face.  “Fuck you’ve got great tits.”

Forward. 
Much? 

He shakes his head as if shaking the thought out of his head and leans across to grab his drink.  “Lucky I only bought two drinks or I’m sure the no funny business rule would be fly
ing out the window.”

I smile to myself and take a sip of my drink. 

Looking at his chest again and then dragging my eyes back to his I wonder if he can see the lust I can feel building in my bones as well. 

“Lucky indeed.”

*****

Jax and I spend nearly two hours soaking in the spa.  We progress through stages of sitting and chatting without the jets running, to stretches of silence with the jets on full blast and the heater pump running to keep the water warm. 

The conversation is once again easy and after drinking our first two drinks, Jax reneges and makes another dash for the kitchen to make us two more. 

I’m starting to feel buzzed and I think he may have noticed that I keep staring at his chest as if I want to lick it.  I can feel my heart rate has sped up and a dull ache has developed between my legs.

The conversation has been getting progressively dirtier and more flirtatious when Jax finally sits up and pulls the plug from the spa.

“If you’re expect
ing no funny business, we’re out of here. 
Now.”

I chew at my bottom lip and consider what he is saying. 

“Um...  What would you say if I said I have changed my mind?”

“I would say that we’ve now had four drinks and there is no way I’m gunna touch you.”

Disappointment surges through my system as I continue to eye his chest off.

“Why not!”
I blurt. 

Horrible thoughts that I have misread his signals about
liking
me race through my mind and I start to panic.  I feel my body stiffen and a chill runs across my spine.

He smiles at me softly and swoops in to peck me on the lips gently.   He looks direct into my eyes and I start to drown in his crystal blues.

“Shut your cogs down little girl.  It’s nothing like whatever new round of fucked up shit is racing through your head.  I just don’t want you tanked the first time I lay hands on you.  I want you stone-cold sober, every nerve ending in your body alive.  I want to know that you really,
really
want me to touch you.  Right now you are too relaxed babe.  I’m not taking advantage of that.”

My body softens as I relax and realize he’s just being a good guy. 
A
really
good guy.  I look deep into his eyes and murmur. “Okay.”

He pecks me on the lips again and jumps out of the spa to dry off.  I enjoy the view as he wipes his legs and chest down
.  I then see him grab a second towel and hold it out for me.

“You’d better cover straight up little girl because my last piece of resolve is about to shatter.”

It’s at this point that I look down to see his swim shorts tenting in a
big
way and realize what he’s saying.

“Sure.” I mumble as I stand to take the offered towel.  He looks down at the front of his shorts and looks back up as his cheeks dimple.

“Sorry about that.  He works separately from my brain and my mouth.”

I raise my eyebrows and grin back not saying a word as he turns around, drops his wet shorts to the floor and wanders off to his wardrobe giving me a delicious view of his firmly muscled butt.

You had a wife

I wake up slightly confused as I gather my bearings and realize I am not at home in my own bed.  Once again I have slept in Jax’s bed, only this time I woke up alone.

After our bath the night before, Jax told me I would be sleeping in his bed.  Once again annoyed at him telling me what to do, I got huffy.

After huffing for a fitting amount of time, Jax explained that he would sleep better and that we would be wearing clothes.  He also explained there would be no funny business.  Having huffed enough, and feeling tired from another big day in the life of Jax, I had finally given up and crawled into bed with him.

Getting into bed had taken a notable amount of time because it took me a while to settle in what I
thought was a comfortable position.  This comfortable position ended being my stomach.   This comfortable position was also as far over to my side of the bed as was possible.

Jax obviously did not agree that this was the most comfortable position for me.  I worked this out when his arm snaked out to wrap around my chest and drag me back across the bed so I was lying on my side, spooning against his chest.