Inevitable (Stonewood Brothers, #1)

by Shain Rose

Jax whispered so softly that I barely heard it, “Your hair, Peaches, what happened to your beautiful hair?”

Jax leaned against our table and set a peach in front of me. “Peace offering, Peaches.”

That was the day I realized I’d do anything for that girl. It was the day I realized I loved her.

And right there, in that car, I fell tragically in love with him.

He must have realized it wasn’t working because his blue eyes flared. His jaw clenched. I knew he was trying to read me, but I was starting to fade. All I saw was the tunnel vision narrowing in on just him. Then, he crashed his lips onto mine.

“I figure you’re only as sweet as your favorite spice and yours is cinnamon. Sweet as sin.”

“Don’t apologize for letting me see you.” He sounded offended and took a breath before he leaned toward me. “I want to see every part of you, even the parts you hide from everyone else.”

I was fucking doomed when it came to her. She was the only thing I believed in. She was my heaven and hell.

“Sweet Sin, Sweet Sin. You pulled me in. Taste of cinnamon, Sweet as ever and mine forever Sweet Sin, Sweet Sin, I can’t avoid this now Meant to be waking up and sleeping next to me.”

I love you. So fuckin’ much it hurts. Peaches, you’re still mine. You’ll always be mine. Remember that.”

“Because I need to know how long it's going to take me to erase every time you were with him from your memory.”

“He touches you like he knows every sensitive spot on your body.” “Jax,” I whimpered. “Didn’t you tell him all of those spots are mine?”

“His eyes are empty, dead. Your eyes burn with the fire of life, baby. They’re wild, sometimes, like a caged animal when you want to break free of some shit standard you’ve set for yourself.” “Jax …” she whispered like she wanted me to stop. I just shook my head and kept going. “They sizzle when I touch you, like I’m heating you up. I get lost in every damn feeling you hold in them.”

“She’s not a girl. She’s the girl. My girl.”

Whatever force there is between us, it’ll destroy the fucking world, Whitfield, before it lets us forget about it or be casual.” His words rumbled out of him. “We’re inevitable.”

“Music is your gift. People love that you shared it with them.” “I never wanted to share it with anyone. I wanted to share it with you and you weren’t there. So, I shared it with the world, hoping you’d hear it.”

Time to buck up, bitch, and fight for that creep of yours.”

“The lyrics that day were out of anger. This version, I wrote for you out of love. I love you, Peaches. I don’t ever say it right, but I mean it every time. Shit, woman, I mean it even when I don’t say it all.”