Bearded Dessert (One of the Boys Book 3), page 1
Bearded Dessert
One of the boys series
Teresa Crumpton
Contents
Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
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Acknowledgments
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Copyright
Copyright © 2018 Teresa Carol Galinari Crumpton
Published by Teresa Carol Galinari Crumpton
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Published: Teresa Crumpton 2018
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Introduction
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Dedication
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Chapter 1
Jax
Final Song by MØ blares through the speakers as I roll out dough for the doughnuts. It’s been a slow morning, thankfully, since a few people called in sick. Not to mention, I haven’t seen my business partner at all today. Movement to my left catches my attention, yet it isn't who I’ve been waiting for. Normally, CJ and I see each other at some point during the day, but the last two days, he’s been out of sight.
“Hey, Brad, have you seen your brother?” I ask, peering over my shoulder at him.
“Yes,” Brad draws out, coming toward me. “The dumbass pulled a muscle then decided to go meet up with y’all’s friends he plays football with and made the injury worse. Since you're asking questions, I take it he didn't call?”
“No, he didn't. Is he okay?” I stop kneading the dough I’m prepping.
“I have no idea. He's being a big baby, that's for sure,” he informs me.
“Really? Your brother's being a baby? Why do you say that?” I question, leaning my hip against the counter.
“Because he went to the doctor and got meds rather than sucking it up.”
Nothing I can say will change Brad’s mind, so I smack him upside his head, instead.
“Ow, Jax. What’s that for?”
“You really need to ask? Maybe I need to smack you again?”
He takes a few steps back, holding up his hands. “No. No, you don't. You know you didn't need to hit me that hard!”
“All I did was tap you! Now who’s being a baby?”
Rubbing his head, he quips, “If you think that was a tap, you don't know your own strength. I’m going out front.”
Before getting back to the doughnut prep, I take off my gloves and pull my phone out of my pocket, sending a quick text off to CJ.
Jax: Since you’re laid up, you want me to grab some food and come hang out for a bit when I’m done?
I slide my phone back in my pocket, wash my hands, and pull on clean gloves. My phone buzzes with an incoming call as I pick up the doughnut cutter, and I quickly pull off my plastic gloves.
“Hey, Forest! What's up?” I ask, stepping away from the counter and heading toward the office.
There’s a long pause, and I check the phone to make sure I’m still connected when he finally begins, “So...I wanted to see what you were doing tonight?”
“After work, I was going to go see CJ. We haven't hung out in a while, and I think something’s going on with him.”
That’s an understatement, but I don’t think his pulled muscle is the only issue.
Entering the office, I close the door behind me and lean against our only desk.
“Oh...okay. Maybe we can do something next week.” he says, and I hear some kind of rustling in the background.
“Is there something you needed for Ella?” I ask, my voice changing in pitch. I don’t know what I’d do if something was wrong with Ella. She's the coolest little kid I’ve ever met.
“No! Ella's doing great. She's with my parents tonight, so I was going to see if you'd like to have dinner. Just the two of us,” he explains.
I stop dead in my tracks. Did Forest just ask me out? Heart racing, I’m not sure how to answer. Since the day Forest and Ella first walked in to Voodoo Doughnut, I’ve secretly crushed on him.
“Oh. I...uh….” I sputter. What the hell kind of a response was that? “You want to have dinner? With only me?” I confirm, getting my wits back.
“Yes!” he replies forcefully, and I do a little shimmy. “Sorry. I’m doing this all wrong.”
He sounds nervous, and it makes me smile. He’s always so cute when he gets flustered.
“Doing what all wrong?” I ask, holding in a giggle.
“Woman, you're going to make me spell it out, aren't you?” I can picture the playful grin on his bearded face.
“Yes,” I tease.
Chuckling, he jumps right in. “Jax, I’d like to take you out on a date. If you and CJ don't go out tonight, would you like to have dinner with me? We can either go out, or I can cook.”
Biting my bottom lip, I contemplate saying yes right away, or making him suffer by waiting. Since CJ hasn't responded yet, I know I’m going to say yes, but I really like the idea of making him suffer a little bit. Plus, I need to wrap my head around the fact that he's ready to date. It's not something I was expecting anytime soon. Granted, he's had Ella for six months, but still...they're just now settling into their new place and getting their routine down.
“How about I suggest something else?” I offer, crossing my fingers as this will be new territory for me when it comes Forest.
“Okay, shoot.”
“How about you come over to my place, and I’ll make you dinner. I know it's not the same as you taking me out, but we bake at your place regularly. I’d like to do something here,” I explain, and hold my breath for his answer.
It takes Forest a minute before he responds. “That sounds like a great idea, actually. When you know you're not doing anything with CJ, why don't you text me your address? And let me know if you want me to bring anything to help with dinner.”
“Great. Let me talk to CJ, and I’ll get back to you shortly. Bye, Forest.”
“Bye.”
Disconnecting, I do a little happy dance around the office until there's a knock at the door. The door squeaks as it opens, and I stop dead in my tracks.
“Jax,” Brad calls, “is everything okay?”
“Yep, what's up?” I ask.
“A guy just walked in asking for all the doughnuts we have out in the case,” Brad explains, stepping in the office.
“Start boxing everything up. We’ll be behind for a bit, but thankfully, I have some that just need decorating.” Brad turns and walks out as I follow behind, texting CJ.
Jax: Forest just asked me out! I’m going to make dinner for tonight.
Sliding my phone into my back pocket once again, I head for the sink to wash my hands when my phone buzzes, and I check the messages.
CJ: Sorry I’ve been MIA the last few days. I’ve been dealing with some shit.
Jax: Brad told me a little.
CJ: He doesn’t know the half of it.
Jax: Sounds like we need to have lunch or dinner one night this week.
CJ: Let’s do lunch tomorrow.
Jax: Deal. Now I need to make some doughnuts. Someone just bought everything we have out front.
CJ: Are you shitting me?
Jax: Nope. Brad came back to tell me as I was getting off the phone with Forest.
CJ: Damn! All right, get to work and make us more money. Lol. Have fun tonight.
Jax: Haha
A few of our bakers are finishing the doughnuts they are working on as I head to the front to see if Brad needs any help. Everything is already boxed up, and there’s a line of people loaded up with those boxes of doughnuts walking out the door.
“Did you get everything squared away?” I ask, coming to stand next to Brad.
“Yep. The guys are from one of the frat houses. I wasn’t going to ask what they wanted them for.”
“Probably a good idea. I can only imagine why they want that many doughnuts,” I respond before heading back into the kitchen.
Reaching for my phone, I pull it from my pocket and text Forest.
Jax: Dinner is on at my place. I’m at 305 Jackson Road #500. I’m on the 3rd floor of the Whiteman building. I have everything, so just bring yourself. 😉
I don't wait for a response. I have to get doughnuts in the case for Brad. It's Time blares through the kitchen, and I zone out. Hours fly by as batch after batch of doughnuts are created. When the case is full, I leave for the day, letting my managers and leads run the shop.
What should I make for dinner tonight? I muse as I drive home.
Close to my place, I stop at the store and pick up a few things for dinner.
I’m just stepping out of the shower when I hear a knock at the door. Quickly wrapping a towel around me and slipping on my robe on as I head out of the bathroom, I reach the front door as the person on the other side bangs harder.
“Morgan, open the damn door now! I’m not playing with you,” a gruff male voice yells through the door.
Who the hell is this guy?
“Sir, you have the wrong apartment. There’s no one that lives here by that name,” I tell him and peek through the peephole.
The man is rough-looking, with brown hair and tattoos filling up the areas of skin I can see. There are bikers that come into Voodoo once in a while, and he’s making the scariest of those guys look tame.
“Bitch, I know Morgan lives at this address! Now open this fucking door and let me in. She and I need to settle a few things,” the guy growls, his fist hitting the door to punctuate his demand.
“If you don’t leave, I’m going to call the cops,” I respond, feeling around in my robe pockets for my phone. Fuck! My phone is on the bathroom counter.
“Go ahead and try to call the cops, bitch. I’ll kick this door down before you even dial.”
I engage the chain and the double bolt on the door before dashing into my bedroom and locking that door behind me, as well. There’s no way I’m taking any chances. My daddy didn’t raise a fool. Besides, as a cop’s daughter, I know better. I head to my nightstand and grab both my dagger and gun case. I haven’t shot the damn Kimber since my dad got it for me years ago. He made sure I was comfortable with it, in case of an emergency. Little does he know, I don’t carry it like he wants me to. I have my concealed carry permit, but until this moment, I’ve never felt unsafe in this city.
A loud crash comes from the living room, and I run into the bathroom, locking that door behind me too. I grab my phone, dial 911, and open the gun case, pulling out my Kimber in the process.
“911, please state your emergency,” the lady on the other end says in a calm, even tone, and I place her on speaker.
“Yes ma’am. I have a 10-33. There’s a man, roughly five-foot-ten, brown hair and tattoos on his neck and hands, beating on my door asking for a Morgan. I’ve told him there isn’t anyone by that name at this residence, and if he didn’t leave I’d call the police.” There’s banging at my bedroom door and more derogatory remarks. “He’s gotten through my dead bolt and chain on the front door and is banging on my locked bedroom door. I’m locked in my bathroom, and I’m armed. I live at 305 Jackson Road #500, my name is Joclyn Sark, and my father is Commander Jack Sark,” I relay quickly, not letting the lady get any questions out...or hear the quiver in my voice.
“Where the fuck is Morgan, bitch?” There’s more banging on the bedroom door, and I don’t know if he’s destroying my things or just kicking my door.
“Jax?” I hear a familiar voice call my name from the speaker.
“Lieutenant Sawyer?” I ask, and sink down to the floor.
Another loud crash comes from the other side of the door, and I know the guy is in my room. He rattles the knob as I cock my weapon.
“Bitch, you better let me in now, because if I have to bust down this door too, you won’t live to regret it. No one hides Morgan from me.”
“Lieutenant, I’m armed, and I will shoot this crazy fuck if he kicks down this door.” My body shakes, and I can’t hide the fear in my voice now.
“Jax, units are on their way. Hang tight. But if you have to use force, try not to kill him. I know that’s not what the Commander has taught you in this scenario, but please try not to use deadly force.”
The bathroom door cracks under the force of the kicks or shoves the guy is using to take it down. Sirens blare in the background, and it sounds as if they’re only seconds away when the door flies open.
“Fucking bitch! You called the cops on me! I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget!” The man takes two steps toward me, and I pull the trigger.
Chapter 2
Forest
It’s an absolute madhouse when I arrive at Jax’s apartment building. Police, fire, and EMT vehicles fill the parking lot. Finding a place to park down the street from the building takes a hot minute. In fact, I have to drive three blocks away before I’m able to find an open space. As I make my way back to her building, I try calling her, but she doesn’t answer. My scalp starts to prickle, and I pick up my pace.
After tonight, I’m getting CJ’s number just in case I can’t get ahold of her again.
I send off a quick text to Jax.
Forest: I swear I’m not running late. Had to find a place to park with all the emergency vehicles around your building. Is everything OK?
She doesn’t respond, and as I arrive at her building, the cops have the area blocked off, making it impossible for me to get up to her apartment.
Forest: I’m here, but can’t get up to you. The cops have the building roped off. I’m starting to get worried. Please let me know you’re OK.
My heart rate skyrockets as I glance between the chaos going on around me and my phone. Jax still isn’t responding, and after what happened last summer, the worst-case scenarios race through my mind. My phone pings with an incoming text.
Calla: Are you with Jax?
Forest: No. I’m at her apartment building but can’t get ahold of her.
Calla: Have you seen the news?
Forest: No, I wanted to get over here ASAP.
Calla: It seems she’s had a bit of an issue today. She might not be able to keep the date.
Forest: What the hell is going on? Don’t sugar-coat anything!
Calla: The news is saying that Jax shot an intruder.
Forest: Fuck me. Is she all right?
Calla: Not sure. If you need us, you can come back over, or we can meet you somewhere.
Forest: I’ll keep you posted.
