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

going to hell before, I sure was now. I shouldn’t be thinking about the things I was thinking about doing to her, while we were in church. I noticed she was sweating a little and still blushing. I thought maybe she was having some of the same thoughts about me.

She finally kinda slid down in the pew. Wasn’t she cute? She actually thought she could hide from me. When I wanted something, I got it. I could see right now that I was in trouble.

After church, we went to the Harper’s house for lunch. I was pretty excited about it. I had been really nervous this morning. I had never been much of a people person. So, the thought of spending an afternoon with a bunch of people I didn’t really know, had not appealed to me until…well, it wouldn’t be so bad to spend the afternoon around Loralei.

Trying really hard not to make eye contact with anyone, I walked through the front door. She was standing in the kitchen looking even sexier than she had earlier. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.

I started at her toes, which were painted light pink, and headed up, and up, until I got to her breasts. Then my eyes stopped. Wow! I was in so much trouble with this one. Finally, I made it to her eyes. Shit! She’d caught me staring. She blushed again. I was beginning to really love that blush.

Uncle Jake grabbed me by the arm and started walking me toward the living room. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, son.” He whispered, once we were out of earshot.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I couldn’t even look him in the eye. He knew, that I knew, exactly what he meant.

“That girl’s had a hell of a time. She don’t need any shit. If you ain’t serious, you stay away, kay?”

That was that. I needed to stop this shit right now. I had enough baggage without taking on someone else’s.

Loralei

Sunday dinner at my parent’s house after church was our weekly tradition. Their home was the largest and oldest on the property. The house was a two-story farmhouse. They had completely remodeled it a few years ago. It was similar to mine, only much bigger. It was painted a beautiful buttercup yellow with white shutters. Each window had a flower box filled with bright flowers, mostly purple tulips, because that was mine and my mom’s favorite color. The long winding drive was lined with apple trees. The kids loved to pick those apples, and the trees always smelled so good. I had many amazing memories of this house. It would always be my home.

I didn’t know why I was surprised when Jake and Jaxon walked in today. Of course my mom invited them. She was too nice sometimes. She couldn’t have Jaxon and Jake sitting at home while we were eating a good ole home-cooked meal.

Jaxon had removed his tie and rolled his sleeves up, and I finally got a closer look at his tattoos. They were so intricate; all I could think about was running my hands over his arms. I wanted to look at them up close and personal, but I could never do that. So, I decided I would just admire them from across the room.

I was standing in the kitchen when I caught Jaxon as his eyes looked me up and down, lingering just a little bit longer than they should have on my breasts. When our eyes met, the stare lingered, before I broke it by looking away. I may not have been the most beautiful woman, but I had to admit my body wasn’t bad.

Jaxon’s eyes lingered on my DD’s, and it took me back to the night Declan died. The way he was so enamored with them when we made love. I chuckled out loud as I remembered him lying beside me and just staring at them. My chuckle was quickly followed by a tear. I still couldn’t think about that night without crying. I hoped no one noticed, but I saw Jaxon’s face, and I knew he did. He must’ve thought I was crazy. Maybe he only thought I was a normal hormonal crazy woman. I could only hope.

We had sat down at the table when Sammy walked over to Jaxon and said, “Mister, what’s that thing on your face?” He pointed at his eyebrow piercing. I immediately cringed. Why, oh why, did my little man always feel the need to play twenty questions with strangers? I would never forget the time he asked the gentleman selling Shih Tzu puppies on the square downtown if their name meant they “shit” all the time. I tried so hard not to laugh at that one. He definitely had inherited his dad’s sense of humor.

Jaxon looked a little startled by my son. “It’s a ring. I have my eyebrow pierced.”

Sammy countered with, “Why would you do a thing like that?”

“Because I wanted to have my eyebrow pierced, kid.”

Sammy looked like he was really thinking hard about something. “Do you have your penis pierced too?” Holy hell, my son had not just asked that question. I was just praying that someone would wake me up from this horrible nightmare, but no, no they didn’t. It happened, and I needed to fix it, but all I really wanted to do was crawl under the dining room table and die of embarrassment. I was trying really hard to pick my jaw up off of the floor.

All of the conversations around the room ended. Everyone was staring at me as if to say “do something now.”

Jaxon looked over at me with a sexy grin. He winked and told my son, “I don’t really think we should talk about penises at the dinner table, little man.”

That wasn’t really an answer, but it was good enough to make Sammy move over to my mom, “Do we have any chocolate pie, Granny?”

My mom grabbed him and took