Destined to Change Harley, M. (best books to read ever txt) 📖

also needed the large glass of wine I had brought with me. Not to mention the glass I had before I had the wonderful idea to take this bath.

As I was soaking my mind started wandering. I started thinking about Declan. Thinking about that night we spent together. How it felt when he made love to me. I closed my eyes and gently caressed my breasts. I could feel him touching me. I could feel his lips kissing my neck. His fingers were massaging my breasts. He was kissing me lower and lower...this was new. Declan hadn’t done this when we made love.

In my fantasy I could hear Declan whisper, “It’s okay, sweetheart. I love you.” I was touching myself, imagining Declan. My breathing was labored, little moans were escaping my lips, and just as I was about to explode with pleasure, the face in my fantasy changed. It was no longer Declan, it was Jaxon. He was touching me. His mouth was kissing me. His fingers were on my breasts. I screamed and jumped up so fast that I slipped and just barely caught myself before I fell out of the tub.

I wrapped myself in a towel and ran into my bedroom. I sat down on the bed and tried to figure out why that happened. What was wrong with me? Why was I thinking about him like that? I had always only thought of Declan in that way. I didn’t even know this man. He was making me feel something. Something that I hadn’t even thought about feeling in years. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I knew that I needed to stay away from Jaxon.

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On Sundays, my whole family attended the First Baptist Church of Kipton. Church day was the day we dressed up in our Sunday best and listened to the pastor preach. Afterwards, we would eat a big hearty lunch made by mom and Aunt Louise, while the kids played outside, weather permitting of course. Sunday was also a day of rest. That was a big rule in our family and we always abided by it.

When the kids and I walked into church, I was immediately drawn to the back pew on the left side. Jaxon and Jake were sitting there whispering when Jaxon looked over at me. Our eyes met and he quickly looked down. He looked agitated. He was fidgeting with his tie. With his white dress shirt on, all of his tattoos were covered - damn it. I shouldn’t be thinking about this man’s tattoos, especially not while I was at church. I had never even liked tattoos. I didn’t understand why his were turning my mind to mush.

I kept telling myself that I could do this. I just couldn’t look back at him.  I couldn’t turn around. I suddenly started having flashbacks to the incident in the tub. I should not be thinking about stuff like that in church. I told myself. I could feel the red creep up my cheeks.

We took our place on the second row with my and Declan’s parents. I swore I could feel his eyes on me. My body was reacting to his stare. My cheeks were flushed and I started sweating. I had to fan myself with the church bulletin.

My plan was a solid one. I would stay away from Jaxon. I needed to keep enough distance between us so that I wouldn’t feel the need to lick his face or any other parts of his body. I slid down in the pew. I was so embarrassed. Oh my God - I was going to go to hell. I was having thoughts of licking a man while sitting in church sandwiched between my kids and their grandparents - yep, definitely going to hell.

Jaxon

I hadn’t been to church in years. Uncle Jake insisted that not only I go, but I wear a damn tie. I felt like a freak. I had on my black jeans, a white dress shirt, and the fucking tie I borrowed from Uncle Jake. We walked in the church and I shuddered. Half the shit I’d done, I was surprised it didn’t burst into flames when I walked in. But I was working on that. I didn’t want to be a bad ass anymore. I wanted to be normal, or as normal as a fucked up guy like me could be.

“Mornin’ Jake, this must be your nephew, Jaxon was it?” an older gentlemen asked Uncle Jake, while reaching his hand out to mine.

“Jaxon Daniels, nice to meet you,” I said, as I shook his hand.

“Sam Harper, and this is my wife Maggie.” He said as he gestured to a beautiful, blond woman standing next to him.

“Pleasure to meet you, Jaxon.  What brings you to our little town?” Maggie asked.

I started to answer, but Uncle Jake interrupted, “Just needed to get this boy out of the big city for a little while.  Ain’t that right, son?” I nodded.

“Well, Jake, I expect you and Jaxon to come over for lunch after church.”  Uncle Jake started to say something and Maggie stopped him, “I won’t take no for an answer. We’ll see ya’ll right after church.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Uncle Jake said as he motioned for me to sit down on the back row with him.

The fucking tie was still driving me crazy. “Leave it alone, son.  You’re in the house of the Lord.  You can take it off in a few minutes,” Uncle Jake whispered.

I nodded, but I couldn’t quit messing with it.  That’s when I saw her walk in. Damn, she looked amazing. Our eyes met for just a minute. She was blushing and I smiled, thinking, I did that. I watched her and her kids walk up and sit down with her parents and another older couple. I wasn’t sure who they were, but they were spoiling the hell out of those kids, so I assumed they were they’re grandparents too.

I couldn’t quit staring at her. If I wasn’t