After several years traveling the world, running away from her problems, it's time to make peace with the past... but will her past let her? Will Happy Lowman finally let her go completely, or will he win her back? Will a different SON take over whe...
It had been two days before the next SON decided to pop up, only this one she was kind of surprised to see.
She had been out in the front side yard digging up along the flowerbeds in front of the house and planting all sorts of beautiful flowers and plants when she heard the all too familiar sound of a motorcycle drive up.
She didn't even bother to look up from what she was doing, just sighed heavily and cursed herself for not getting that attack dog yet.
She heard the little gate open and footsteps up the walkway. When they got close enough and stopped she still didn't turn around but did groan out, "Unless you're planning on helping me plant flowers, I suggest you go away."
"Now is that anyway to talk to a friendly visitor, darlin'?" Jax's smooth and cocky voice slithered it's way into her ears and caused a shiver to run down her spine to her core, but she made sure to hide it from his observation.
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'What the fucking hell is it with these SONs? Do they ALL (brother excluded) have this ability to make me horny with just their voice or a look?!' She asked in a very disappointed way to herself.
"Well it's not a matter of being rude, but I would like to get these flowers planted before they die from lack of root room." She kept digging and planting. "Well I'd help but I'm more of the mechanic type, not pretty delicate flowery type." He said somewhat disgusted. With that she raised her eyebrow, smirked and turned slightly to him while resting on her haunches, noticing that he had been staring blatantly at her ass in her very short shorts as she knelt in the yard and was leaning forward to plant the flowers.
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"Oh? Is the Prince of Charming too afraid to get his hands dirty?" She coaxed him. He bent over to lean down and whisper right in her ear, "Oh don't you worry about that darlin', I am more than capable of getting my hands plenty dirty." His hot breath fanned over her already heated skin while his finger gently slid up from the side of her shoulder to the back of her neck that was exposed due to having her hair pulled up in a messy bun and a camisole top on.
