by Jordan Marie
“Stop distracting me,” I joke, suddenly feeling that pain return in my chest again. Fuck, forty years and it takes this small slip of a girl to knock me flat on my ass. I situate her back on the couch, spread the afghan over her body, and place a kiss against the inside of her neck.
“Don’t leave me,” she whimpers, her fingers tangling in my hair. I disengage slowly. She doesn’t realize how hard it is to break away from her. I need to though, for my own sanity. At least for a moment.
“Where’s your cellphone?”
“What? Oh…um…in the back pocket of my jeans. Why?”
“Hold that thought,” I tell her and then walk into the bedroom to retrieve her cellphone. Holding it in my hand that guilt hits me again when I see the case; it’s all glitter and crowns. Jesus she’s too young for me…Right? Irritated for a number of reasons and wishing Bree could be older—not to mention have different family, I hand her the phone without touching her and kissing her again. Which would have been my first choice. “Call your grandfather or whatever. Make up some excuse he’ll buy as to why you won’t be home tonight,” I order her gruffly.
“Okay…is something wrong Jax?” Everything. I rub the back of my neck roughly, knowing there’s no point in telling her what’s on my mind. She’s too young to understand, and though she might be a Chrome Saint’s Princess, she doesn’t know my world…not really. I know Tucker enough to put money down on that.
“I just really need a shower and to get some sleep,” I tell her gruffly. I see the worry in her eyes, and I don’t really want that either. I’m worrying enough for both of us. “Now call. Make Daddy happy,” I order her again, turning away.
“Daddy?” she asks, so softly I might have missed it. My dick, which was starting to go back to normal practically rages to life again. If she was calling me that right now, I know there’s no way I’d be able to resist taking her right where she’s at. But she’s not. Not really. She’s questioning me as to why I’m using the name. Fuck. That’s the twenty-four-thousand-dollar question.
“What’s wrong?”
“Is that…well normal?”
“Normal?” I ask pissed off, though if I stopped to think about it, probably more at myself.
“Should we be…I mean…you’re not my father. I hated my father. I don’t want you to be my father…I just…it seems strange,” she says, flustered, her face red and her eyes avoiding mine.
“Trust me when I fucking tell you Bree, that I sure don’t think of you as my child.”
“I didn’t mean to…”
“What I want from you, what I’m feeling with you is the farthest thing from fatherly that you can get and that’s the fucking truth.”
“Okay. I’m sorry Jax. This is all new to me. I mean, I know I am younger. I was just…”
“I mean I want to be the man in charge of you, the man who takes care of you, protects you, and sees to your needs. I will be your man, Bree. For…however long this lasts, I will be the only man you come to for anything. You got me?”
“I got you,” she says, swallowing. I watch the movement of her throat and then slowly tear my eyes away so I can look into her eyes again. “I just didn’t want people to think that…”
“That’s where you need to stop. There are no people in this situation, Bree. None, except me and you. It doesn’t matter what they think, because no one will ever know,” I caution her and even though it needed done, when I see the look that flashes over her face, fuck if I don’t feel that pain in my chest again. Disappointment. She’s disappointed. If the situation were different, I’d do everything I could to make sure that’s one thing Bree never feels again. This time it can’t be helped. Hell. I’m disappointed myself. Disappointed, fucking pissed off, feeling cheated…
“Okay, Jax,” she agrees.
“That being said, nothing two people do between each other can ever be wrong as long as they both are happy and find pleasure. I’ve never wanted this particular thing with another woman. I want it with you. That’s as far as I’m questioning it. Understand?”
“You haven’t? Never? Not even before…?” she asks, worrying the corner of her bottom lip with her teeth.
“Only you,” I tell her, giving her too much, but feeling as if I did something right when disappointment leaves her face and happiness replaces it.
“Go shower,” she says with a smile. “I’ll make the call.”
I stand there, looking at her smile unable to move for a minute, and wishing things could be different.
If wishes were horses…
I’d still be riding my fucking bike. Wishes are useless. Especially now. Especially for me.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Bree
Waking up in the arms of Jax is a new experience. Sadly, I barely remember going to sleep with him last night. I was out before he got out of the shower, and I can only vaguely remember him getting me and putting me in his bed. The only thing that I remember clearly is the way he spooned me from behind, wrapped his arm around me, and palmed my breast. He placed a gentle kiss on my neck and whispered, “Sweet dreams, baby,” in my ear. For a woman who has never had any type of affection in her life—save a grandfather whose guilt leads him to buy me anything he thinks I might want, but whose idea of a hug is an awkward pat on the shoulder…this is a new experience. For the first time in my life I feel wanted. I was pretty sure that feeling couldn’t be matched.
This morning, waking up with our naked bodies tangled together, my head on Jax’s chest, and his hand wrapped in my hair holding me to him, I’m not so sure. I feel warm, wanted, and maybe even a little sexy. I feel like a…woman. Surely, this has to be the greatest feeling. It can’t get any better than this. Right?
Jax is still sleeping and even in his sleep he’s holding me tight. I move away slightly, ignoring the pain that happens as my hair pulls against his hold. I look at his face. He looks peaceful and carefree like this. He’s a beautiful man, but I somehow miss the smile on his lips I’ve been able to glimpse a few times. He looks powerful. His chest is covered with a fine mist of hair, dark in color with just a small sprinkling of silver here and there. I always thought I’d prefer a smooth chest. Jax has proven me wrong. I love the way it feels when my fingers run through the hair, and the way it’s crushed against my face while I lay here. His arm has this huge tattoo. I don’t know about these things, but it looks military. There’s an eagle on it. There’s another tattoo I saw on his back last night of a bike riding through flames, with the words, ‘Forged In Fire.’
I thought that maybe it was his club tattoo, but I must have been wrong because there’s a skull in flames that says, ‘Devil’s Blaze Soldier, Brothers Forever,’ on his side. I can’t resist tracing the ink with my finger. He stirs in his sleep and grunts, which makes me grin. His hand slips from my hair and gives me more movement, and I can’t resist taking advantage of that. This time, I trace the lines of his tattoo with my tongue, stopping only when I place a kiss in the center. Jax shifts, but thankfully doesn’t wake. I get more time to play, because I’m really not sure which Jax is going to wake up. Will he be the Jax who regrets having me here, or the commanding Jax who makes me weak with desire? I know which one I’m hoping for, maybe I can help push him in the direction I want.
Nerves flutter inside of me and mix with excitement. I move my hand down past his stomach. My fingers brush against the hair I find there. One last look up to make sure he’s still sleeping, and I build up my courage to push the sheet down away from the lower half of Jax’s body. His cock grabs my attention first. It’s not as hard as last night, though still in a semi-standing position. I watch as I drag my fingers through the fine, curled hair and encircle the base of his dick in my hand. It’s soft to the touch. I didn’t know what to expect, but this wasn’t it. I squeeze him in surprise, then get worried that I might hurt him and loosen my hold. I look up to see his face and take a breath of relief when he still doesn’t seem to be awake. His breathing pattern has changed, but rem
ains steady; his eyes are closed.
I decide to push my luck and move my hand up, over his cock, leaving my grip firm—though not as tight. One stroke leads to another and then one more. I go slow, not wanting to wake him too soon, but more because I’m enjoying my time exploring Jax’s body. After the forth upward thrust of my hand, a small bead of liquid forms on the tip of his cock. Curiosity flares through me, and I can’t resist moving down and bringing my tongue across the head of his cock, taking the drop of moisture inside. Several things hit me at once. Salty, musky, and elemental. Man. Jax.
I want more. I want all of Jax. Everything he has, I want to claim as mine. Any other thoughts leave my head, and now the only thing I can concentrate on is one word. More. I work my tongue through the small crease on his dick, making sure I take every bit of the flavor that remains. I don’t worry about waking him, I can’t think that far ahead. I’m totally lost in Jax now. My hand automatically moves to pump his cock again, my grip is tighter now, but then I don’t really care. I need him to give me all he has. His cock is firmer now, definitely harder and yet, remaining tender in my hand. But he’s so hot. The heat from his cock alone could almost burn my hand. This time more of his pre-cum leaks. So much more, it drizzles against my fingers. Again, I don’t stop to think, I just do. And what I do is bend down to take the entire head of his cock in my mouth, sucking on it hard, and moving my tongue over the head trying to gather all of the clear liquid I can find before swallowing it down. I barely notice that Jax has a firm hold on my hair again, until he uses it to lift me off of him. I release his dick, because I don’t have a choice. The popping noise echoes in the room, and I force myself to look up at the man who is literally holding me hostage by my head.
“If you’re going to suck my cock, Bree. You’re going to do it right,” he growls, his eyes dark with hunger. A hunger I caused. “Open wide,” he orders and desire flip flops in the pit of my stomach at the tone of his voice.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Jax
“Open that pretty mouth of yours,” I tell her, taking my cock in my hand, and rubbing the tip across her lips and coating them so they’re nice and shiny. Her tongue flicks against the underside of my dick and I groan, deciding to let her get away with it. I stroke my cock so some of the pre-cum slides out onto her tongue. She whimpers as I push just the head of my cock in her mouth. Her lips close around it and she sucks on it…hard. “That’s it. Daddy will give you what you want,” I tell her, tightening my hold on her hair even more. I push into that sweet mouth, bringing her head down at the same time.
I’m not a small man and her mouth stretches to accommodate me. When I hit the back of her throat, I hesitate. She’s innocent. She’s not like the other women I’ve been with. I need to hold back this side of me, at least until I get her used to sex…to sex with me…again that urge inside of me to claim her as mine gnaws at me. I keep going back and forth with what I want. I know what I’m going to do, but I keep hesitating. Chances are I won’t survive the fallout of this long enough to keep her. But, I will enjoy the fucking ride while I can. Turns out it’s Bree who surprises me when she moans around my cock and pushes it deeper inside. When it hits the back of her throat she gags. I start to pull her hair, forcing her off of me, when she moans around my cock again, resisting my hold, pushing me even deeper in her throat. I feel her throat muscles working around the head of my cock, and I growl at the pleasure. The urge is there to keep it going, but she has tears coming from her eyes, and I can tell she’s pushing herself just to please me. I pull her back, rewarded by her whimper of displeasure.
“Jax,” she complains, her voice hoarse.
I caress her cheek and tell her, “I’ll teach you how to take me slowly. I don’t want you hurting yourself. I don’t want to see you in pain, I only want you to experience pleasure at my hands, baby.”
“Jax, I was. I want more,” she whispers, and the stark honesty in her voice is there, and it wraps around me.
“Bree—” My words cut off when she takes me back into her mouth. Her eyes stay on mine. I drink in the sensations for a moment. Nothing has ever felt this good. I’ve had a lot of sex, but the difference here is Bree. I hold her back and she grumbles around my dick. I want to laugh, but I’m too caught up in the pleasure. “Go slow, don’t force it. Breathe through your nose and relax your throat muscles,” I instruct her. She immediately follows my orders, but I’m lost in the way she’s moving her tongue around my cock. It’s not slow and measured, not calculated at all. No. I can tell what she’s doing is unpracticed, full of excitement, and to be honest…it’s never felt better. I stroke her hair gently in appreciation and praise. “That’s it baby, suck that cock down,” I encourage. “Oh fuck, yeah,” I moan when she brings her hand down to my balls. She doesn’t massage them, or tease them like any other woman would. Instead, she just pets them. It’s innocent and yet sexy at the same time. I put my hand over hers and slowly show her how to handle my balls. She learns quick, while still managing to work my cock with her mouth, she takes me in until she starts to gag and then backs off, letting her tongue lick on the underside of my cock the entire time. “Suck harder, Bree. You won’t hurt me, it feels good,” I encourage her.
She groans, but does it immediately. Fuck, it really has never felt so good. My damned eyes could roll back in my head right now. I can feel the end getting closer. There’s no way I can resist. I’ve lost myself in her, in more ways than I need to think about right now. I’m on the verge of pulling out, wanting to see my cum spread all over her tits and face when she takes me again. This time she swallows my fucking cock down so far that it works through every muscle in her throat and her face lands against my groin. I lose it. I can’t feel sorry about it either. It’s too fucking good. My hand twists hard in her hair, and I lift her off my cock until the tip is almost out and then push her down. Over and over I help her work my cock, faster and faster, and I fuck her sweet mouth knowing I’m on the brink. I’m right there.
“Shaft open up! Hurry man! I need to talk to you. The club is going to war, dude!” Keys yells, while pounding on my front door. I instantly freeze and Bree’s mouth slides off my cock. I want to mourn the loss, but the word war stops all thoughts. I’m frozen. What the fuck could have happened?
“Bree, baby…” I start, when I see the disappointment in her eyes. I regret it, but I need to go to the door. My decision is out of my hands. The club has to come first. It always has. Until…
“Please. Give me your cum, Jax. Please. I need it,” she whispers.
“Bree…”
“Shaft man!” Keys yells again and if there has ever been a man torn in two, it would be me right now.
“Jax, please,” she whispers, but I can’t, I have to go. I start to get up when she grabs my hand with surprising strength. “Give me your cum…please, Daddy,” she whispers, and that fucking word ends it all for me. I stand, and I see the pain in her eyes, but she doesn’t need to worry. Nothing could stop me from this right now. Not a fucking thing.
“Hold still, Bree. This will be quick, but I’ll make up for it later,” I growl, sounding like that damned animal that this woman seems to turn me into. I stroke my cock, hard and fast, wishing it didn’t have to go this way. I want more time, more of her mouth, but this is needed. I jerk harder and harder, growling out my release as my cum shoots out and splashes on her chin. I watch as the creamy pearl liquid drips down her chin and runs down her neck. Another splash hits higher on her face and her tongue comes out to capture it. I’m mesmerized watching her tongue disappear in her mouth as she takes me inside there, savoring my taste. Motherfucker.
I jerk harder, this time aiming on her tits, and I jet out stream after stream of cum until my balls ache and my body is shaking. Once it’s done, I don’t even pay attention to Keys yelling in the background. Instead, I take my time rubbing my cum into Bree’s chest and stomach. I massage and massage until it slowly disappears, and I know that my cum has absorbed into her skin and I�
��m a part of her. She has my scent. She’s mine—and God help anyone who tries to take her away from me. The time for giving her up has passed. I can’t let her go now. I won’t.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jax
“Damn it, Shaft! Open up!” Keys yells again. It’s the last thing I want to do, but it has to be urgent for him to hunt me down here. I lean down and kiss Bree, regretfully.
“Stay here, I’ll be back,” I tell her before grabbing a pair of sweats off the bedroom floor and making my way to the front door while cinching them up. “This better be damned important,” I growl, opening the door.
“Thank fuck. I was about to give up,” Keys mutters. He’s a tall lanky kid. We patched in together, but he’s closer to Bree’s age than mine at twenty-five. He has blonde hair, cut short and honestly if he didn’t wear a Devil’s Blaze cut, and have the tattoo’s he’d look like he belonged in a business suit.
“Well, make it quick. I got shit to do.” Like Bree. Fuck, waiting—that ship has sailed.
“We got problems, man. Skull asked me to get you because you weren’t answering your cell,” he says, and I rub the back of my neck. Shit, I don’t remember what I’ve done with my phone. I think it’s in my Blaze cut still and that’s probably on the floor buried under clothes in the bedroom. Skull would have my ass for treating my cut like that.