I’m back with a little more from my guys from the Ready or Knot series. Risk Everything on It will be available in January and it features Jax. As an actor in his thirties, Jax has to constantly watch his carb intake and it kills him. Here he’s being tortured by his friend Dane with a basket of bread. Check back next Tuesday for part two of their convo.
The waitress brought over two plates and a bread basket. The smell, yeast, butter, garlic made Jax’s mouth water until it hurt.
Dane—evil fucker—grinned and dug into the basket, breaking apart a slice of the garlic bread so that even more fragrance drifted up Jax’s nose.
“Sadist.” Jax thrust out his jaw. “Funny, I never saw Spencer as a sub.”
Dane laughed. “You’re mixing up the letters in your acronym. A sadist would need a masochist, to hurt or not if he was really mean. But I hardly need one when I have you to torment.”
“I hate you.”
“And yet here we are.” Dane bit off a bit of bread and chewed. “If you really wanted to celebrate your theatrical achievement, you’d have called Theo. If you needed to be bailed out—literally or figuratively—you’d call Gideon. But you called me. Which means you want the truth, even if you might not like it.”
Image source: http://www.theharvestkitchen.com/italian-garlic-bread/ Her recipe looks awesome!
For anyone who enjoyed Put a Ring on It and is hungry for more with the guys, here’s a snippet from Risk Everything on It, Jax’s story. There’s also Dane and Spencer and Hannah, the doll Jax’s agent overnighted to him.
Jax had gone to bed that night and woken up still wrapped in that smell. Not just sex, but sex with him. A rich decadence that didn’t mean an extra four hours in the gym if he indulged in it. And man, he’d indulged in it, including an excellent round with his hand as he relived the memory that came with that scent. It wasn’t until he had to get up and sign for the FedEx box that he remembered he had other things to do than smell like sex all day.
Not that he’d had any kind of success with the damned doll. He tried to wrangle it into a natural feeling prop, but no matter how he held it, interacted with it, the performance was wooden. He even gave it a name. Hannah.
“Real babies’ arms cannot possibly be this stiff and hard to put sleeves on.”
“I’m guessing they can actually hold their arms fairly stiffly.” Dane said.
“What are you doing to it now?” Spencer appeared behind them and gently lifted the doll off the dining room table.
Jax stared at him. Overlong pale blond hair, tanned skin, hipster chic scarf over his T-shirt, Dane’s long-time boyfriend didn’t look anything like the suburban dad Jax would be auditioning for, but somehow the baby looked natural tucked in Spencer’s solid muscled arm.