She’s the One (Boggy Creek Valley #3) Read Online Kelly Elliott

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Boggy Creek Valley Series by Kelly Elliott
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
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“Probably playing pool or foosball with Hunter.”

Jax laughed. “I’d like to meet your friends sometime.”

My smile faded some. “Yeah, they’d love to meet you…and Ashley.”

Finishing off her wine, Jax set it on the table that was off to the side. Then she stood, took my glass of whiskey, and drank it all before she crawled on top of me.

I smiled and let her take the lead as she sank down and pressed her hips against my body. She laced her fingers through my hair and tugged softly until my head tilted back, enough for her mouth to cover mine.

Her kiss felt both foreign and thrilling. I placed my hands on her hips and thrust up, causing her to moan. But my cock was being a stubborn asshole. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to come out and play.

“Bishop,” she whispered against my lips, then down my neck. “I want you right here in this chair.”

Christ Almighty.

Breaking her soft kisses, she sat up and pulled her shirt over her head, giving me a view of her upper body. Her breasts practically spilled out of a red lace bra. Clearly, she’d dressed with the anticipation of us having sex tonight.

Why in the hell did that not turn me on?

Still, I instinctively reached around her body and unclasped her bra. Jax let it fall down each arm, then tossed it to the floor. When I lifted one of her tits and put the nipple in my mouth, she moaned in delight.

A strange sensation ripped through me. It wasn’t pleasure—at all.

I let the nipple fall from my mouth and blew on it. The fuck, Bishop? You’ve fucked other women since Abby. Get your head out of your ass…now.

Jax dropped her head back while I took her other nipple into my mouth. She rotated her hips, then reached for my jeans and swiftly undid them. Right as she began to stick her hand into my pants, I sat back, grabbed her wrist, and stopped her.

“Wait.”

Her chest heaved up and down—and it was clear to me then. Jax wanted this a hell of a lot more than I did.

I shook my head. “I can’t…I can’t…I’m sorry, Jax. I can’t do this here.”

She slowly pulled her head back and gave me a confused expression. “In the chair? We can move to your bedroom. Or if you’re worried about protection, I’m on the pill.”

I closed my eyes tightly and shook my head. Was I really going to tell this woman—this beautiful, hot woman—that I didn’t want to have sex with her? What in the hell was wrong with me?

“It’s not that, Jax. I can’t have sex in this house. It…it feels wrong.”

“Wrong?” she asked with a solemn laugh. “Because why? If you’re worried about me having a daughter, trust me, that doesn’t change the fact that I like to have sex.”

I scrubbed my hand down my face. “That’s not it, either. Fuck.” I lifted her off of me and stood.

Jax looked hurt as she reached down for her bra and shirt while I zipped and buttoned my pants.

“Jax, I want you, trust me.” I paused for a moment. Did I want her? Considering my not-hard dick, I wasn’t so sure. “My wife…ex-wife…this was her house. I mean, she helped design so much of this house. She picked out these chairs, the other furniture, the drapes. Fucking everything in this house reminds me of her. I can’t do this.”

Jax gave me a warm smile and slipped her shirt back on. “I understand, Bishop. Does this mean we’re not going to go out again or…?” Her voice trailed off.

“No, I want to go out again. I want to have Ashley over for movie night. I’m just not ready to do…that, with you, here. I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to lead you on or anything.”

A real belly laugh fell from her lips. “That’s not usually something a guy says to a woman. You didn’t lead me on. If I remember right, I’m the one who came on to you.”

I winked. “I liked it.”

She pressed her lips together tightly. “I did too. So, are you up for trying this again sometime?”

“When?” I asked, sure that my inability to get hard was simply due to the fact that I was in the house I had shared with Abby.

“I can ask my mom to bring Ashley back to Boston for a few days. We could hang out at my rental and—” she ran her finger over my chest, then looked up at me—“get to…know each other better.”

Something inside of me felt like it was ripping in half. The part of me that knew I had to let Abby go begged me to bend Jax over the pool table and fuck her. The other side, the side that I feared would never stop loving Abby, told me to take Jax home.


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