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and safe. Always having enjoyed reading, she spent many hours browsing through the book aisles. When she was a child, going to the library was one of her favorite things to do. When she was in high school, it was her hiding place from him . Cherri, don’t go there. Don’t let the images of the past invade your mind. Don’t let them. She squeezed her eyes shut as if to block off the shadows which always lurked in the dark corners of her mind.
When she heard the doorbell, she jumped, her heart pounding. For a split-second, she didn’t know where she was, imagining she was back in her room at home, terrified that he’d open the door and come in. The bell rang again, snapping Cherri back to reality. Shaking her head, she rushed down the stairs to open the door.
She saw the surprise reflected in Jax’s eyes when he saw her at the door. What the hell is he doing here? I didn’t expect him to be at the door. It had been two weeks since Jax and Gunner beat each other up over her—not one of her proudest moments.
“What are you doing here?” she said.
“Emma said there was a backed-up sink that needed fixin’?”
“You’re the plumber?”
Chuckling, he said, “Yeah, I do most of the plumbing for the businesses. I got a knack for it—go figure.” He threw her a wide smile that lit up his face. She felt a twinge of warmth from it.
“Okay, then, come on in.” Cherri stepped aside. The narrow foyer made it awkward for him to pass with his tool box, so he brushed past her, his hard chest skimming her breasts. She held her breath as his touch made her nipples harden, spreading a throb of sweet desire between her legs. His pine and earthy scent wafted around her. She loved his scent—it was a combination of the beginning of spring and the freedom of riding. She heard his sharp intake of breath when he touched her. He looked at her, lust glittering in his eyes. They stood there, the moment suspended like a small piece of eternity. He leaned in to her as she tilted her face upward, but then his phone rang and the moment flitted away from them before they could hold onto it.
“Yo, talk to me,” Jax said in his phone as he moved away from Cherri and went to the kitchen.
Cherri flushed and smoothed her hair down. She despised the way her body reacted to him. She had fucked her share of men, but she always felt detached, like she was above herself looking down at a girl who was doing nasty things. She never had a boyfriend, didn’t even go to her junior prom—her stepfather had made sure of that. She had cried over it, pleaded with her mom to convince him to let her go. But, being the constant money-obsessed bitch, she played dumb and deferred all decisions to her husband.
The money her stepfather brought home made her mother ecstatic; she loved the trips, the jewelry, and the fancy cars. Born on the other side of the tracks, she got pregnant, married at sixteen years old, and became a widow at the age of twenty-six after Cherri’s dad slammed his pickup into the side of the mountain after a hard night of drinking. For two years, she and her mom were dirt-poor until her mother, an attractive, petite blonde, caught the eye of a successful businessman. They married when Cherri was thirteen years old, and her new stepfather gave them all the material possessions they never had.
Cherri’s mother was beside herself with her new status in life. She told Cherri on numerous occasions she was never going to be poor again and she’d do anything to keep the life she had. Her mother lived up to her promise: she never stood up for Cherri, and she deferred all discipline and decisions to her husband. She even gave her daughter to her husband in exchange for a pampered, luxurious life. Cherri’s stepfather started taking an un-fatherly interest in her when she turned fourteen.
“What shit do you women put down the garbage disposal?” Jax snatched Cherri out of her memories as he came out of the kitchen, his shirt off,
When she heard the doorbell, she jumped, her heart pounding. For a split-second, she didn’t know where she was, imagining she was back in her room at home, terrified that he’d open the door and come in. The bell rang again, snapping Cherri back to reality. Shaking her head, she rushed down the stairs to open the door.
She saw the surprise reflected in Jax’s eyes when he saw her at the door. What the hell is he doing here? I didn’t expect him to be at the door. It had been two weeks since Jax and Gunner beat each other up over her—not one of her proudest moments.
“What are you doing here?” she said.
“Emma said there was a backed-up sink that needed fixin’?”
“You’re the plumber?”
Chuckling, he said, “Yeah, I do most of the plumbing for the businesses. I got a knack for it—go figure.” He threw her a wide smile that lit up his face. She felt a twinge of warmth from it.
“Okay, then, come on in.” Cherri stepped aside. The narrow foyer made it awkward for him to pass with his tool box, so he brushed past her, his hard chest skimming her breasts. She held her breath as his touch made her nipples harden, spreading a throb of sweet desire between her legs. His pine and earthy scent wafted around her. She loved his scent—it was a combination of the beginning of spring and the freedom of riding. She heard his sharp intake of breath when he touched her. He looked at her, lust glittering in his eyes. They stood there, the moment suspended like a small piece of eternity. He leaned in to her as she tilted her face upward, but then his phone rang and the moment flitted away from them before they could hold onto it.
“Yo, talk to me,” Jax said in his phone as he moved away from Cherri and went to the kitchen.
Cherri flushed and smoothed her hair down. She despised the way her body reacted to him. She had fucked her share of men, but she always felt detached, like she was above herself looking down at a girl who was doing nasty things. She never had a boyfriend, didn’t even go to her junior prom—her stepfather had made sure of that. She had cried over it, pleaded with her mom to convince him to let her go. But, being the constant money-obsessed bitch, she played dumb and deferred all decisions to her husband.
The money her stepfather brought home made her mother ecstatic; she loved the trips, the jewelry, and the fancy cars. Born on the other side of the tracks, she got pregnant, married at sixteen years old, and became a widow at the age of twenty-six after Cherri’s dad slammed his pickup into the side of the mountain after a hard night of drinking. For two years, she and her mom were dirt-poor until her mother, an attractive, petite blonde, caught the eye of a successful businessman. They married when Cherri was thirteen years old, and her new stepfather gave them all the material possessions they never had.
Cherri’s mother was beside herself with her new status in life. She told Cherri on numerous occasions she was never going to be poor again and she’d do anything to keep the life she had. Her mother lived up to her promise: she never stood up for Cherri, and she deferred all discipline and decisions to her husband. She even gave her daughter to her husband in exchange for a pampered, luxurious life. Cherri’s stepfather started taking an un-fatherly interest in her when she turned fourteen.
“What shit do you women put down the garbage disposal?” Jax snatched Cherri out of her memories as he came out of the kitchen, his shirt off,
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