“And all that crap you’ve been pulling with Jakob Martin will disqualify you from the Fred Rogers award,” he said.
Oh God, he said it. Thatname.The situation was bad enough without him dropping the four deadliest syllables in the English language. I wanted to run and hide so I could avoid furthering the topic but understood how that would look.
“You’re not still trying to get revenge on him, are you?” Jax asked.
“No. And can we forget that guy exists,please?”
Jax arched his eyebrows like I’d taken him by surprise. Yeah, I’d exposed myself to Jax. For that matter, I nearly exposed myself to Jakob Martin. Jakob nearly exposed himself to me. He?—
Okay, I needed to stop myself there. This whole thing would’ve spiraled out of control if I didn’t get a handle on it in an enormous hurry.
Memories of Jakob’s lips locked with mine flooded my mind. I still felt his tongue mingle with mine, and I couldn’t forget the spicy scent of his body wash. I’d seen my share of hard bodies, including plenty of naked ones in the locker room, but Jakob’s somehow set itself apart from the rest—especially when he clung to me.
His cock was the elephant in the room—no pun intended… I think. Only then did I realize that I wanted that dick in the worst way. Jakob’s dick had been rock hard. Feeling it jab my leg wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to see it. Wait, no, that’s not right. I wanted to taste it.
Tasting it would involve Jakob’s cock entering my mouth, something I’d never even considered before. I couldn’t deny thinking about it now. But I couldn’t tell Jax about something like that, and not just because Jakob was a Larkin Lion. Jakob was another man. I shouldn’t need to draw anyone a diagram here.
“It doesn’t sound like you want to forget the guy exists,” Jax said.
“I’m not following.”
“How can you not be following? Jakob Martin is all you ever talk about.”
“No,getting revengeon Jakob is all I ever talk about.”
“Is that any better?”
It wasn’t. I also understood I was totally full of shit, but I couldn’t admit that to Jax either.
“Okay, now that we’ve established that you can’t seem to discuss any topic that doesn’t include Jakob Martin, at least let me show you this, and you can tell me what you think.”
Jax flipped through his phone and then flashed it at me. On the screen, I found Jax’s OnlyFans account, which boasted a beautiful red-headed twenty-something working on a truck. She was changing the oil or tightening some nuts (in more ways than one) all with her ass proudly displayed.
Again, I normally would’ve felt a stirring in my pants at a sight like that. I still found that picture seriously hot. I’m not made of stone. Like I said, what happened between Jakob didn’t eradicate my zest for women. It opened a new door and a fresh avenue to explore.
Oh God, was I really thinking that way?
“Something’s totally off with you,” Jax declared.
I shook my head at him.
“Just because I didn’t say something ultra stupid about your OnlyFans babe?”
“It’s not about that, Zane, and you know it. I’ve been trying to tell you for this whole conversation that you’ve changed.”
“And when did this supposed change take place?”
“Near as I can tell, the moment Jakob Martin’s fist connected with your face.”
Oh, perfect.
“How would you know?” I asked.
“I was there.”
“You were laid out unconscious on the Colter Bay Grill’s floor.”
He turned from me to hide his embarrassment. That had to be it. No way was that a coincidence.
