Once the front door was shut, Gemma took a seat in the original chair Jax was sitting in.
She pulled out a cigarette from the half empty pack, setting the pack down on the wooden table.
Evie began fiddling with her fingers, feeling the rest of her body grow tense as she stood in front of Jax's mother.
She hasn't been this nervous since she met Ben's parents.
Gemma brought the cigarette to her mouth, holding it in between her teeth as she lit the end of it with her aged silver lighter.
After she took a long pull from the smoke, her hazel eyes took in the woman her son and grandson are currently living next door to.
She was an attractive young woman. No doubt was she Jax's type. A pretty face, and the perfect combination of tits and ass. But the difference between her and all the other women that blazed through Jax's life, this one seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. She wasn't a hot mess like the rest of his conquests were.
"Why don't you take a seat, Evie? I don't bite," Gemma stated, flicking the excess ash into the ashtray that sat in the middle of the kitchen table.
Evie smiled weakly, taking a seat across from Gemma.
"Would you like one," Gemma held up her pack of cigarettes.
"No thank you. I haven't smoked since I found out I was pregnant with my son Andre, and I like to keep it that way. I know once I start up again, I'm not going to stop."
"I hear that. So, what made you decide to move to Charming if you don't mind me asking?", she asked, crossing her right leg over her left.
"I just finalized my divorce, and I wanted to start somewhere fresh. Plus, I have family out here, and I figured it would be a good transition for Andre and me."
"Shit, I'm sorry about the divorce. Why did you and your ex split in the first place?"
Damn, the woman certainly doesn't hold back. She was digging into Evie's life as deep as she can possibly get with no promise of holding back. Not that she blames Gemma. Evie believes she has a right to know who hangs around her son and grandson.
"My ex fell in love with his secretary. I'm not one to share my man, so we decided to go our separate ways. "
"Wow, what an asshole. "
"You can say that."
"You do know that love won't last, right?"
"What?"
"Yeah. Like most men, he thought there was something missing in your marriage. He gives into his wandering dick syndrome, and fucks the first woman who will give him the time of day, confusing it with love. Trust me, he'll be begging to come back in a couple of months tops. "
"I take it you know this from experience."
"Not the same exact situation, but similar."
"Sorry, Gemma."
"Me too."
"You might be right about my ex, but if he wanted to get back together, I don't think I feel the same way."
"Because of my son ?"
"Your son and I are just friends. "
"My son doesn't have female friends, sweetheart. They way you two look at each other.. friends don't look at each other that way. "
"I stand my by statement. We are friends. I could be his first."
"Mommy, where's my Lakers' jersey," Andre called out, rummaging through his dresser draws, finding everything but his jersey.
Today, Andre's father was taking him to the first Lakers' game of the season. It was a tradition that the two of them do every year since he was three.
Evie walked into her son's bedroom, handing him the jersey folded up and drycleaned.
"Where did you find it," he jumped in excitement, taking the jersey from his mom's possession.
"I'm keeping it in my room so it doesn't get ruined. I had to sell my kidney to get you this jersey. The last thing I want is for it to get ruined," she helped pulling the jersey over his head.
"Really," Andre asked, pushing his arms through the holes.
"No, it's just an expression for nearly impossible."
"Ohhhh. Do you think daddy will let Abel come with us?"
"Dre, Abel is with his grandmother today."
He pouted, sitting on his bed.
"But, I really want him to come."
"Maybe next time, okay?"
Evie's cellphone began to ring from inside of the living room.
She sprinted down the hallway, bringing the phone to her ear the moment she reached it, hitting the answer button.
"Hello?"
"Evie, it's me."
"Ben, where the hell are you? Please tell me you're just stuck in traffic."
"I have some bad news, Eve. I can't take Andre to the game today."
"What? Why not?"
"I'm held up at work. Tell him I'll be able to do something with him next weekend."
"You said that last weekend.. and the weekend before... and the weekend before that. I can't handle delivering the news to him this time. If you're canceling, than I want you to do it yourself."
Andre came running out of his bedroom, stopping once he reached his mother.
"Momma, is that daddy!"
"Yeah it is, baby. He wants to talk to you."
Andre took the phone out of Evie's hand with excitement.
"Hi daddy! Do you think I might be able to get my ball signed this.."
As Andre continued to listen to his father on the other end, Evie could see her son's eyes begin to fill with tears.
"Bye, dad. Love you too."
He handed the phone back to Evie in which she shut the phone, bending down to her son's height.
"Daddy's not coming again," Andre 's bottom lip started to quiver.
Evie brought him into a hug.
"I'm so sorry, baby. You know what we can do, we'll watch the game here. I'll make sliders, ribs, popcorn, all your favorites. You name it, I'll make it. "
"You sure?"
"Of course I'm sure. We will have our own little party here."
"Can we invite Abel and his daddy too?"
Andre finished setting the table for four when the doorbell rang.
"They're here! I got it!"
Evie smiled as she began preparing the sliders, watching her son run toward the door with happiness.
"Abel!"
The boys gave each other a high five before taking off in front of the tv.
"Hi to you too, Andre," Jax chuckled, closing the door behind him, heading into the kitchen.
"Shit, it smells incredible in here," Jax stated as he set the bag down on the counter.
"Hey, sorry about our dinner plans."
"It's okay. That just means that we'll just need to reschedule."
"Was your mom upset about you taking Abel off of her hands?"
"Nah, she saw how close Andre and Abel are yesterday. Speaking of my mom, was she nice to you after I left?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah? You can tell me if she wasn't. I'll talk to her."
"No, she was. She has an intense personality, but she was nice to me."
"You're not just saying that to be nice, are you?"
"Jax, I promise you I'm not. We just talked."
"About?"
"Things."
"Way to be vague, darlin'."
"One of my many talents. So, are you going to tell me what's in the bag or am I going to have to guess?"
Jax pulled out two kinds of pie, apple and chocolate mousse, vanilla and chocolate ice cream, whipped cream and chocolate syrup.
"Are you trying get our boys to never sleep again?"
"Who said this is all for the boys," he winked, causing Evie's face to grow uncomfortablly warm.
Evie walked over to the kitchen window, opening it as wide as it can possibly go.
"You want me to help you with anything, " Jax offered, putting the desserts in the refrigerator and freezer.
"Uh no, I got it.I just want to thank you for you and Abel coming over. It helped get my son's mind off of the continued disappointment my ex currently dishes out."
"No problem."
Evie tucked in both boys as Andre slept at the head of the bed while Abel slept at the bottom of the bed.
"Did you two have a good time today?"
"Yeah," they both replied in unison.
"Good. Good night."
"Night, mommy," Evie gave Andre a kiss on the forehead.
"Night Abel," she adjusted his blanket, both of them exchanging a smile.
"Night, Ms. Evie."
"You can call me Evie, Abel."
"Okay."
When the door was closed, Andre and Abel sat up to talk to each other.
"I think my daddy likes your mommy."
"I think so too."
"If they like each other, we might become brothers."
"Really?"
"Yeah!"
"I always wanted a brother!"
Evie strolled out of Andre's bedroom, finding Jax doing the dishes.
"Jax, you don't have to do them. I got it."
"I got it. You cooked. I could at least clean."
"Thank you," she replied, picking up the small hand towel, drying off the damp dishes, putting them away in the cabinet above her head.
"Shit!"
Jax dropped the knife he was washing, applying pressure to the cut on his index finger.
"I'll be right back. Just keep applying pressure to it," Evie tapped the top of his back, sprinting to the bathroom to get the first aid kit.
"Looks like I better scrape some money together for a dish washer," Evie commented, wrapping his cut finger, securing it with a piece of medical tape.
" Rather it happen to me than you."
" Not too tight, is it?"
"No, it's good. Thanks."
"You sure you don't want me to take you to the e.r., and make sure you don't need stitches?"
"I've had plenty of stitches to know what cut requires stitches, trust me."
"If you say so. I'll finish up. You can head home if you want."
"Are you trying to get rid of me, Evie Roosevelt?"
"No, I know it's late and.."
"It's only 9:30."
Evie looked at the clock on the stove. Shit, he was right. It was easier to be around him when the kids were here. Now, it was just the two of them , and she didn't know what the hell she should do.
She wants him. Every fiber, every cell in her god damn body wants him...
"Evie, you want a beer?"
"Sure."
Jax walked over to the fridge, grabbing two beers. He twisted off the cap, setting one down next to her. He leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a sip of his own beer.
Evie dropped the utensils she was cleaning into the sink, wrapping her arms around his neck, crashing her lips to his.
Jax put his beer down on the counter only to knock it over when Evie pushed him against the counter as she unbuttoned his flannel shirt.
"Mmm, Evie, Evie, stop for a minute."
Evie pulled her swollen lips from Jax's, looking up at him in question.
"You sure you want to do this? I don't want you to feel pressured."
"I've never been more sure. You still want me, right, " she replied, the tip of her tongue tracing the shape of his top lip.
"Never stopped wanting you," He plunged his tongue into her mouth, her tongue moving with his in perfect sync.
Jax's large hands fell down to Evie's ass, squeezing it firmly in his hands, causing her to moan against his lips. By her ass, he lifted her up onto him as her long legs snaked around his trim waist.
"Where do you want it, darlin?"
"Bedroom.. But, wait."
"What? You okay?"
"I need to get the whipped cream first."
"Mmm, good thinking," he gave her a quick kiss before placing her onto her feet to get the whipped cream.
When the can was in her hands, he lifted her once again, bringing a sharp squeal out of her.
"Shhhh, the kids."
Jax wished she requested someplace closer, but the bedroom will definitely have to do.
He brought them to her bedroom as quick as possible, doing their best to keep their labored breathing to a low volume.
Jax dropped her onto her bed, separating from her to close the bedroom door.
He shrugged off his fully unbuttoned flannel, his hands gripping the bottom of his white shirt, pulling it over his head.
Evie bit her bottom lip as she took in his breathtaking torso. God, she couldn't wait to make a dessert out of the body before her.
"You like what you see baby?"
"So far, yes," she broke the seal on the whipped cream, anxious for them to use it on each other.
Jax smiled, his hands began to feverishly undress her.
He ripped her jeans from her body, spreading her thighs.
He fell to his knees, pulling her further down onto the bed. His skillful mouth tongued and sucked the delicious skin, creating loud suction sounds through out the bedroom. Evie squirmed from his actions.
"Jax... uh... god...", she breathed, her head tossing from side to side on her bed.
"It'll get even better, darlin'. I hope you're ready. I'm going to make you scream," he bit his way up her left thigh, his nose inches away from her soaked g-string.
"Please make me scream.."
A loud knock made itself known at the front door.
Evie sat up with Jax still between her legs.
"Did you hear that?"
"Didn't hear a thing, baby," he pulled at the sides of her g-string, trying to rid her of the rest of her clothing.
The knock grew louder.
"Someone's at the door. I should get it."
"Evie, no."
"I'll be one minute, tops. Then, I'm all yours," Evie lifted Jax's head, kissing him with force, and started to redress herself.
Jax stood to his feet, laying back onto her bed, palming his strenuous erection.
Evie looked in the mirror by the door, fixing her hair and readjusting her clothes.
She took a deep breath, opening the front door, her brown eyes widening as they made contact with who's in front of her.
Ben.