Free Part of Me (Jessa & Paxton #1) by Haven Francis

tell her, not remembering any nooner with this particular girl.
    “Maybe I’ll have to jaunt your memory,” she purrs, bringing her lips to my neck and licking me. I let my head fall back and try to get into this girl. If I’m not able to embrace the rest of this life at the moment, I should at least be able to take advantage of the able and willing ass at my front door. She makes her way over to my mouth and I take her lips in mine. Her mouth is too eager and her lips taste like wax. I try to work around that as I let my hand slide up her stomach, rounding my fingers over her large, heavy tits. She pushes farther into me and I still don’t have anything to offer her. She pulls out of my mouth and asks me, “Do you want to get out of here?”
    I wish like hell I could tell her hell, yeah. But I don’t feel like getting my ass up, not even to get some. “Why don’t you go get me a beer and I’ll think about it,” I tell her.
    She cocks her head at me, but then she stands up and walks away.
    I shake my head at myself. I gotta get out of this funk.
    My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out. Violet’s name is flashing on the screen. My heart starts pounding for no damn reason.
    That ain’t true. It’s pounding because s he’s my connection to Jessa. About the only time I feel right lately is when Jessa calls. Which she doesn’t enough, but I’m not going to be one of her bitch boys who feel the need to call her on a daily basis. Violet’s close though. Talking to her is the next best thing.
    “What’s up, Vi?”
    “Hey, Pax,” she says and I can hear the stress in her voice. Shit. I stand and head to the house where I can talk to her. I can hear the muffled sound of loud music that’s way too bass heavy for The bottle. Where the hell did she drag Jessa to?
    “Tell me what’s going on,” I say, pissed off already, not having any idea why, but knowing that will be the end result of this conversation.
    “We’re at the Cellar,” she tells me, with more hesitation in her voice now.
    “Get to the point, Vi. What’s going on with Jessa?”
    “Shit, Pax.”
    “Vi,” I yell into the phone.
    “We were back s tage and she was getting hit on- because that’s what happens to the girl constantly and I don’t really appreciate that you put me in the position to intervene because it’s a full time job, Paxton, and I don’t want to be her babysitter,” she yells back.
    Damn it. Violet’s been doing a good job, with the help of Louis and Billy, keeping the guys off Jessa but it’s not as easy in a place like The Cellar. “Why the hell did you bring her there?”
    “Because, Paxton, when I told you that every time I went to get her her ex-boyfriend was practically chasing after her, you told me to keep her close. I can’t hang out at the same bar every night. I have a life outside of my servitude to you. Cause for Chaos was playing and…” she trails off now because her anger made her say too damn much. Cause for Chaos .
    “Who is she with, Vi?”
    “He was all over her and Billy tried to tell him to back off and I warned her that he was only after a quick lay, but she told me that was all she wanted too and that you knew this. She said you were well aware. So when he dragged her out of here, I just thought, maybe you were cool with it. I mean, she made it sound like you were cool.”
    I pound my fist into th e door and try to mutter words. “Who, Violet.”
    “Elijah.”
    No. Fucking… no. “Find Billy and get his greasy hands off of her. Now.”
    “He’s already on it. We’re looking for them.”
    “What the hell, Violet?” I stammer. Fucking Elijah? What hell was Violet thinking?
    “This isn’t fair to me , Paxton. If you are so worried about her hooking up with another guy then you come home and keep tabs on her. She doesn’t understand, or appreciate, why we are keeping all those guys away from her and it’s not cool – not for her and not for us. Oh, shit,” she mutters at