His Little Angel: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance

by April Lust

  But without warning, Pax suddenly slowed down, his cock going in and out in long, drawn-out shoves that had her moaning brokenly under her breath. Every sensation was now magnified tenfold, every spark of pleasure building up higher and higher with every long, slow thrust that Pax gave her. “Sorry, sorry, I just want to feel you,” Pax whispered into her ear before kissing her lobe again, licking at her skin until she was whining and clutching onto him as hard as she could under the circumstances. “I just want to feel your sweet cunt.”

  “Believe me,” Jessica said a few moments later, as soon as she could summon the breath necessary to speak coherently. “I don’t mind.”

  Pax laughed lightly into her ear, pushing her head to one side to give himself better access as he attacked her neck with his mouth, licking and biting at her skin like he was desperate to taste her as he moved his hips back and forth above her, brushing up against that one perfect spot. Jesus, he was making her aware of her body in ways that she’d never known before, teaching her about all the good spots inside of her that just wanted to feel good. God, it was overwhelming, knowing that she had the capacity to feel this good, to feel totally taken care of, like there was no part of her that was inherently sick or dirty or wrong or worthy of punishment. Pax just wanted to make her feel good, and he knew exactly how to make that happen.

  He slowly sped his thrusts back up, shoving in and out more quickly, but keeping the same perfect angle, making Jessica feel like a thousand nerve endings were all collaborating to create one massive wave of pleasure that just kept growing and growing, ebbing back and forth like the tide. “Jesus Christ,” she murmured as Pax’s hand reached down to find her clit again, slowing moving it around in circles before he began practically jacking it off, moving his thumb up and down, over and over again, until Jessica felt the heat between her legs reach a marvelous crescendo.

  “Jesus Christ, Jesus fucking Christ on a fucking stick, it’s happening, it’s fucking happening,” Jessica panted out, grabbing harder onto Pax’s shoulders, encouraging him to go as deep as he could, pressing up against all her oversensitive inner spots, all that special territory that he was marking out as his own. “Do it, fucking do it, please, make me come, make me fucking—ohhh! Oh, Jesus!”

  Spasms overtook her body, preventing her from speaking as vibrations coursed out from her cunt, invading every cell of her skin, making her blood rush faster and faster inside her veins until her heart skipped a beat, pounding harder in her chest as every single inch of her body screamed out in pleasure, overwhelmed by the sheer force of her feelings. “Yes, yes, God, yes, God, fuck!” Jessica cried out, her pussy pulsing around Pax’s cock, making an even tighter fit as he fucked in faster and harder, chasing his own climax.

  “Yes, yes, yes, fuck, yes, please, I got to, I have to, I have to fucking come, I have to fucking—” Pax cut himself off, practically screaming out a moan as his hips stuttered forward, his cock shoving in as deep as it could go inside Jessica’s cunt, coming to a stop before it pulsed over and over and over again, filling her pussy up with come.

  “Yes,” Jessica whispered, still coming down from her amazing orgasm, every inch of her body trembling as Pax adjusted his body on top of her. She felt like all of her cells were dancing, prancing around like they’d been freed from years of servitude, only now relishing in the strength that they held. Tears pooled into her eyes, hot and insistent, but she closed her eyes and pressed her face against Pax’s shoulder, willing herself to be strong. She could cry on another day, another night. Not tonight. Not when she felt so beautiful, so powerful, so strong.

  Pax began to move a little, and she was afraid that he was going to pull out, terrified that she was going to lose the sweet, complete feeling of his body inside of hers. But instead he just settled on top of her, keeping most of his weight off of her chest so that she could breathe more easily, with his cock still lodged inside of her cunt. She sighed deeply and rubbed at the back of his neck, encouraging him to nestle his face against hers, their breath mingling as sleep beckoned them closer.

  There were no more words that night. They didn’t need to talk, even if the weight of what just happened between them hung in the air like a raincloud. They hadn’t just fucked. They’d made love, truly connecting with more than just their bodies.

  For tonight, Jessica didn’t feel afraid. She felt safe, totally protected under Pax’s arms, but in the back of her mind, there was a nagging question that she couldn’t quite dislodge, no matter how hard she tried:

  Where would they go from here?

  # # #

  Pax

  Pax awoke the next morning with Jessica sleeping on his chest, her eyebrows furrowed together like she was worrying even in her dreams. But then, with all that she had on her plate, who could blame her?

  Gary didn’t scare Pax. That much was certain. He might have been able to throw a decent punch, but just from the looks of him Pax knew he could take him in a one-on-one fight. The problem was that it wasn’t guaranteed to happen that way. With the Nightwalkers behind him, Gary could take over the Gorge by force if he really wanted to. It wasn’t like Pax could fight off each and every one of the bikers one by one.

  Maybe it would be better if he’d just did what he always did when situations got tough. Walk away. He could do it. It wasn’t ideal, but he could definitely skip town tomorrow, find another piece-of-shit nowhere-place to hang his hat, and make money as a bouncer in some other anonymous bar. He’d done it before. He could do it again.

  But Jessica… Could he really leave her behind? Her life had apparently been defined by the Nightwalkers for the longest time, so maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world for her to return to her old life. But…looking down at her now, with her scrunched-up little face nestled into his chest, her hair messed up from the fucking they did the night before, it was hard to imagine letting her go back to Gary. He was such a piece of shit, such a controlling egomaniacal little prick. Really, Pax didn’t know how Jessica had survived so long living with him all those years.

  Maybe I should take her with me, Pax thought as he moved his hand to the back of Jessica’s head, smoothing over her messed-up hair. She could be a bartender somewhere else, too. We could leave together. We could leave this all behind.

  But that’s so fucking stupid, he thought to himself as he rubbed the back of Jessica’s hair, lightly untangling a knot that had appeared behind one of her ears. Stupid. You’re not with this girl. You’re not together. There’s no point imagining things that will never happen.

  After all, he’d only survived all these years by watching out for himself.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Jessica

  Jessica was at work when it hit her. Her period, or more accurately, the lack thereof. She was supposed to get it three weeks before, but she’d been so stressed about the Gorge stuff that she hadn’t noticed until now that it hadn’t shown up.

  “Fuck,” Jessica muttered to herself, heading to the bathroom for the tenth time that night. She sat down in the bathroom stall of the ladies’ room, burying her head in her hands as she considered her options. She’d have to buy a pregnancy test somewhere to be sure, but where could she get it without attracting attention? Some of the drugstores in town were affiliated with the Nightwalkers, and if word got back to Gary that she might be knocked-up, she didn’t know what he might do.

  She finally landed on a plan to take a bus to the next town over, in the Eagles territory, where nobody knew her and nobody would care. The next day, before her shift at the Gorge, she went to the neighboring town, got a pregnancy test, and went into a coffee shop nearby to test it.

  As the result came back, she froze in place on the toilet seat in the coffee shop’s bathroom, staring down at the little pink plus sign on her test, feeling like she was going to throw up everything she’d eaten over the past month. Goddammit. Goddammit, just my fucking luck, she thought to herself, tempted to just go into hysterics and laugh at the whole situation.
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  She couldn’t tell Pax. That much was certain. Even after the sweet, tender sex they had the night that Gary stormed into her apartment, she didn’t know if their relationship had really changed at all. Pax never said anything about being her boyfriend, and Jessica was too afraid to ask. As far as Jessica knew, he was still just her friend. A friend with benefits, to be sure, but still just someone vaguely concerned about her. It wasn’t like he was willing to lay his life down for her or anything like that, so why would he respond well to this news? She was so fucking stupid, letting him fuck her without a condom, but it’d just felt so good, so right at the time… Idiot, she told herself, staring down at the positive sign on the pregnancy test. Fucking idiot.

  Jessica finally straightened up, throwing the positive pregnancy test in the trash and straightening up her clothes. She couldn’t afford to fall apart, even if that was all she wanted to do right now.

  She was on the bus, halfway back to her apartment when she got a text message from Macie. “Hey, girl, what’s new with you?”

  Jessica had to laugh, leaning her head against the window of the bus as she stared down at her best friend’s text message. Her fingers moved of their own accord, ready to type out a message telling her the news, but she stopped herself before she could send it. She used to be able to tell Macie everything, but after her friend had just left her the night that Gary showed up, Jessica was having doubts about her loyalty. Maybe for Macie, the club came first, which meant that Gary had to come first. After all, Macie was practically married to a Nightwalker already, and the MC was like her family. Jessica wasn’t her sister; she was just her friend, especially now that she’d quit Sully’s and moved on with her life. Maybe if Jessica told Macie about the pregnancy, she’d tell Arnold, who of course would tell Gary.

  Jessica shivered a little and pulled her sweater tighter around her shoulders, feeling bile slowly climb up her throat as she thought of what Gary might do if he found out. He’d fucking kill me, Jessica thought, staring out the window as the bus sailed past various houses and small businesses on the edge of town. And definitely Pax. Pax would be dead in a second if Gary found out.

  Macie sent her another text a moment later. “Are you okay? I’ve been a little worried about you.” Jessica stared down at the message for a long moment before clearing her throat and typing out a quick response: “I’m fine. No worries.” Macie would probably be able to see through it and detect that something was up, but hopefully she wouldn’t push the issue any further.

  Jessica sighed and shut her eyes, willing the pounding in her brain to subside. For so many years while she was with Gary, Macie was her only lifeline, the one thing that helped her hold on through all the bullshit. But now they were further apart than they’d ever been, and maybe they’d never be close again. Jessica had never felt this alone in her entire life.

  When the bus finally rolled to a stop in her neighborhood, she rushed to her apartment, running inside until she could collapse on her bed, pulling a pillow forward to hug against her body. For a long time—maybe an hour, maybe two—she just stared blankly at the wall opposite her bed, counting the chips in the paint just to give her mind something to do other than worry about the baby steadily growing inside of her. She used to imagine this moment when she was a little girl, playing with baby dolls and picturing what her own daughter would look like. She never thought she would feel so much despair about creating a life. Fucking Gary, she thought, gritting her teeth so hard it hurt. He ruins everything.

  As if on cue, her phone went off the next second, Gary’s name flashing across the screen. “Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Jessica groaned, tempted to crash her phone against the wall and break it into little tiny pieces. She was too tired to actually do it, though, instead glaring down at her phone until it went silent again. Of course, a minute later a new voicemail from Gary popped up. Jessica put the phone on speaker and pressed play, grimacing a little as Gary’s rough voice filled her apartment a second later. “Hey, Jess. Thinking about you a lot. Listen, I know I was an ass the other day at your place, but I just want to spend some time with you. Miss you really bad, honey. Give me a call back when you get this. I just want to talk to you.”

  “Yeah, right,” Jessica said, scoffing to herself as she deleted the voicemail and resumed pressing her face into her pillow, wishing she could squeeze all the worries and fears out of her brain.

  Not even a half-hour passed by before Gary called again, this time hanging up a few times to call back right away. Finally, he left another voicemail, and this time his tone on the message was much more annoyed. “Jess. Hey. It’s me again. Look, I know you got my message from before. Why are you avoiding me? Just because of that thing with that meathead at your apartment? Come on, sweetheart, don’t be like this. Call me back.”

  Jessica again deleted the message, only getting out of bed to get a glass of milk to fill up her whining stomach. She really just wanted to stay in bed until she starved to death, but she couldn’t do that kind of thing anymore. She had to be responsible for the life inside of her.

  Another ten minutes passed by, and once again Gary called. When she didn’t pick up right away, he began to send her a series of text messages, one after another after another. “Hey, call me.” Then, “What’s wrong, sweetie?” And then, “Why are you being this way? I just want to talk.” And then, “Fine. Fuck you, too. You know, I did everything for you and this is how you repay me? Fucking whore.” Despite everything, despite how much she hated him and everything he stood for, his words still hurt. She couldn’t help it. She stared at the slur on her screen, picturing Gary saying it straight to her face. Maybe he was right. She did land herself in this ridiculous situation, after all, just because she couldn’t keep her legs closed. Why am I such a fucking moron? Jessica wondered to herself.

  But then Gary sent another text a minute later. “Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry. That was bad. I shouldn’t have said that. Please, just talk to me? I’m going crazy over here. I need you, baby.”

  Jessica felt her insides turn cold as she looked down at his message, her fingers beginning to tremble as she read the words over and over again. He’s never going to give up on me, she realized, feeling like her heart was turning to ice in her chest. He’s never going to stop trying to control me. He thinks it’s love. He thinks he loves me, so he’ll never stop fighting.

  She’d never really accepted it until right now. She always used to think that if she just got out of the relationship, everything would be fine. But it was clear now that it wasn’t happening that way. As long as she was within reach, Gary would keep intruding on her life, breaking in like a burglar and stealing away all hope. He’d never let go.

  So, that settles it, she thought as she felt exhaustion descend upon her. I have to get out of town. As soon as possible.

  # # #

  Jessica showed up for her next shift at the Gorge, determined to make as much money as possible to save up before leaving town. But at the same time, she wanted to make sure that nobody caught onto her plan before she could carry it out. She’d have to make a clean break after leaving, cutting off all communication with Macie so that Gary wouldn’t have a way to find out where she was. It was the only way to make sure that she and her child would be safe, away from his reach.

  “Jessica, give Pax some help in the stockroom, will you?” Tom said on his way back to his office.

  Jessica was tempted to say that she was too busy, wanting to avoid direct one-on-one time with Pax as much as possible, but she couldn’t come up with a good enough excuse, so she followed Pax down into the cellar, the place where they’d first fucked.

  Pax was as silent as ever, moving boxes around without looking at her. Maybe this would be easier than she originally thought. It wasn’t that she wanted to stop seeing Pax, but she knew that the second he found out about her pregnancy he’d flip out and break things off himself. It was easier and less painful if she just went ahead and stopped things before they got an
y more serious than they already were.

  But after they sorted through the new shipments of liquor, when Jessica tried to walk back up the steps to the main room of the bar, Pax put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. “Hey. We’ve got a few minutes if you want to…” He trailed off, but Jessica knew he was talking about sex. That’s what they did, right? They fucked. That’s all they were.

  But Jessica forced a sheepish smile and shook her head. “No, it’s my time of the month, so…” She shrugged and tried to get out of Pax’s grasp so she could keep moving, away from him.

  But Pax’s hand was firm on her shoulder. “I don’t mind,” he said, stepping closer to her until their chests brushed up against each other.