by Jordan Marie
“Is my grandfather in danger, Jax?” she asks. I see the fear on her face, and I hate it. I wish I could reassure her that he’s not. The urge is there to lie to her, but if I did that and something happened to him…I’d never forgive myself; I’m not sure she would either. I don’t want lies between us—of any kind.
“Skull has Beast in charge of making him safe. He’ll protect him.”
“He will. He won’t let anything happen to Pops,” she assures.
It shouldn’t, but her confidence in Beast pisses me off. Hell, it even makes me jealous. What would she say if it was me in charge of protecting her grandfather? Would she have the same confidence and faith in me?
“So, now that you know what’s going on, I don’t need to worry when I leave you alone tomorrow. Right?”
Her face falls and it kills me. “You’re leaving?”
“I’m going with Keys to hunt for Sabre, unless they find him tonight.” I don’t enjoy the thought of leaving Bree, but I hate the thought of my brother laying out there hurt or worse…dead.
“Where will you be looking?”
“Old Route 80, along Turkey Ridge.”
“Hmm…”
Cocking my brow, I mimic her, “Hmm?”
“You said your other friend…Briar?” she prompts, and I shake my head yes. “He was shot? So, you think that Sabre might have been wounded too?”
“Yeah, babe.”
“The Laurel River connects through there…”
“We know. We have the sheriff’s office working on that. It’s hard to drag a river.”
“You think he’s dead?” she whispers as though the words hurt her to speak them.
“I don’t think nothing but death would keep Sabre away from his Annie like this. So, yeah.” I hate to say it aloud, but it’s true.
“They’re that much in love?”
I nod. “They’re something.”
“What does that mean? You don’t think they’re in love?”
“She’s Sabre’s world.” I shrug, not sure how to answer that.
Her hair falls over her shoulder and she has this goofy grin on her face. “So, they’re in love.” I shrug again, uncomfortable with the L word.
“Can we just agree that you won’t be out while I’m gone and make me worry?”
“It depends.” Her goofy grin disappears, replaced with a smirk.
“Depends on what?”
“On if I’m too tired to move tomorrow,” she answers quietly, her face betraying her embarrassment at being forward. I may have taken her virginity, but my Bree is still innocent.
“Is that so?” I grin, leaning down to take her in my arms. “I always did like a challenge.”
“I was hoping,” she says, her lips against mine, so that I swallow down anything else I’d want to say.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Jax
“Jax! What are you doing? I’m trying to make breakfast here!” Bree squeals when I come up behind her, clenching my fingers into her sides, pulling her ass back against my hard cock. I’ve got my jeans pulled up on my hips, zipped but the button undone. I know I have to be making Bree so sore she can barely walk, but I can’t make myself slow down. I want her over and over. I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of her.
“It’s your fault, woman. Pushing that ass out there, teasing me.”
“Teasing you?” she laughs, and I swear to God every time she laughs that feeling in my chest comes back with a vengeance. I want her always laughing and happy.
“That’s what I said woman. Now brace your hands on the counter top. This won’t take long,” I tell her shamelessly. Maybe someday I’ll get enough of her that I can make it last longer and spend hours bringing her to peak after peak. That time is not now. Now, I lose my head over her too easy. I get lost in her body.
“Are you serious?” she gasps as I push my shirt she’s wearing up, my hand stroking against her bare ass cheek.
“Fucking you is not something I will ever joke about, Bree,” I groan, my fingers wandering until they find her pussy and are instantly met with her desire. She’s always so fucking ready for me. Is there any wonder I can’t hold myself back?
“But, we just had sex. Aren’t men supposed to need recovery time or something?” she asks, her legs sliding out and making room for me, as she braces herself on the counter.
“Do you want me, Bree?” I ask unnecessarily. Her body is literally crying for me, and I can feel the way her body is trembling.
“Always…it’s just…”
“What is it baby?”
“I’m a little sore,” she whispers as if she’s telling me a horrible secret. Regret hits me. I should stop. She’s new to this. I can fix her a bath later though and let her soak. What I can’t do is stop, and even saying it, I know that makes me a bigger bastard than I already knew I was.
“We’ll take it slow and easy this time baby, I promise,” I tell her, and I vow I will, even if it will kill me.
I pull my dick out, holding the base of my shaft tight in my hand. I push the head of it against her ass, and watch as I paint a clear stream of pre-cum against her ass cheek. Just seeing it on her soft white skin makes my balls tighten with the need to sink so fucking deep inside of her she can taste me. My cock slides against the lips of her pussy, pushing in. It coats the side of my dick in her slick juices. Her body quakes and even hurting she cries out my name, begging for more. I slide back through and prepare to enter her…
Just as Keys yells out my name and knocks on the fucking door. I’m going to kill him.
“Your friend has very bad timing,” Bree whispers, her head going down to rest on the counter.
“Fuck,” I growl, wanting to punch his face, “I know. Go put on some pants and underwear and cover yourself up,” I sigh, wincing as I push my cock back in my pants.
She tilts her body to the side so she can still lie half curled into the counter, her head on it as she looks at me.
“You told me never to wear panties again.”
“Your pussy is ready to be fucked. Hell, I still have your cream on my cock. That’s something no other motherfucker gets to feel or smell but me. So, put them on.”
“You’re so bossy,” she quips giving me a little lip.
“You love it.”
“I’m finding I do like it…from you, Daddy.” The naughty gleam in her eyes tells me she did that just to tempt me.
“Goddamn it woman. Quit teasing me and go clean up before I tell Keys to leave and fuck you here.” If I had the time I’d spank her sweet, pearly ass for it, marking her with my handprints. She used Daddy just to get to me. I know she’s not a hundred percent on giving me that. She does during sex—though sparingly. I’m okay with it. Hell, if I never got that from her, I’d still be okay. Bree gives me more than I’ve ever had. I’ve been jealous of what my brothers have found. I knew I was missing out, but I don’t think I understood just how much, until Bree.
“I’ll do it,” she sighs, pulling herself up off the counter. Before she can walk away, I grab her and stop her.
“Kiss me before you go,” I grumble. She smiles and then gives me a quick kiss. Of course, the minute my tongue pushes into her mouth I take more, deepening the kiss and losing myself in her.
“You kiss really good,” she whispers when we break apart.
“Back at you, baby. Now go cover up my property,” I tell her slapping her ass.
“Should I hide in the bedroom?”
“No, Keys already knows about us. It’s okay he’ll keep it quiet,” I reassure her.
“Okay,” she says quietly—too quiet.
“Bree,” I start, knowing what’s on her mind. I’ve never really talked to her about wanting what we have to go beyond our original deal and what I expect to happen in the future. I’ve resisted because she has to know her grandfather will go off. Hell, Skull and Torch might too. They like me, I’m one of their brothers, but they’re protective over the women in their life. Skull and Beth hav
e years separating them too, but will he be understanding about it all? Fuck, I still feel like a dirty old fuck at times when I look down at Bree when she’s sleeping and her innocence and youth shine from her.
“It’s okay, Jax,” she says, giving me a soft smile.
“I’m not letting you go, baby. It’s just not the right time to let people know we’re in a relationship.”
“When will it be?” she asks, and fuck if that’s not a question I’d like an answer to.
“Let’s get you out of school first, okay?” Her lips go tight, but she nods, walking toward the bedroom.
“Motherfucker, hurry up I’m freezing my balls off out here,” Keys growls, and I shake off my thoughts, and laugh. He probably is. This fucking weather is crazy. December and last week it was actually seventy-two degrees. Today the high is thirty-two.
I watch as Bree disappears down the hall, and I listen for the closing sound of the bedroom door. Only then do I go let the fucker in.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Jax
“She cooks too?” Keys says watching Bree move around the kitchen.
I smile. “She’s a good cook. Made me the best dinner I ever had yesterday,” I tell him, bragging on her loud enough so she can hear. Asshole that I was, it hits me that I didn’t exactly give her praise for going out of her way for cooking me dinner and shit…cleaning this place so that it doesn’t look quite so sad. Hell, since Bree has been here with me, it feels…good. I rub that place in my chest that always hurts when I realize how much Bree is coming to mean to me.
“I can already tell she can clean up a dump and make it look good,” Keys said, echoing a few of my thoughts.
I smile as Bree turns around with two plates and serves Keys and me omelets and hash browns. It might make me sound sad-assed, but other than a restaurant, I can’t recall a woman—hell, anyone cooking for me. Well, besides Annie, or one of the other old ladies when we’d go to their house for dinner or something.
“Thanks, baby girl. You’re eating too, right?” I say taking my fork in hand and watching her.
“I’m not real hungry. I was just going to go clean up in the bedroom and—”
I stop her from finishing out her sentence, by pulling her down into my lap. “If I’m going to eat, then you sure as hell are,” I grumble, secretly happy that she’s in my arms again. That’s something I’m beginning to crave around the clock. I want her with me, all the time.
“Jax!”
“Shut it, you’re going to eat,” I order.
“Well, let me up then, so I can fix my own plate, and you eat yours.”
“You fixed way too much. You can eat mine too,” I tell her, already taking my fork, getting some food on it, and bringing it to her mouth.
“I can feed myself, Jax,” she complains, but takes the bite.
“I know,” I tell her, then I lean in closer to whisper in her ear, where only she can hear me. “Daddy likes feeding you. It doesn’t matter if it’s my dick or food.” Bree giggles, and squirms on my lap. My poor dick is so hard, I feel sorry for him.
“You’re such a freak,” she laughs. I take a bite of the omelet myself this time and whether it’s the food, the fact that her laughter is surrounding me, or that she’s on my lap…it could be all three, but it’s the best damn omelet I’ve ever had in my life.
“Where you going?” I ask Keys when he gets up.
“Getting a beer, you want one?” I look at the orange juice that Bree set down for us with a grin. Keys is not really an orange juice kind of man. Hell, I’m not either…but, because Bree did it, I’d rather have this orange juice than anything.
“Nah, I’m good, brother.” I’m more than good.
I feed Bree some more and listen to Keys as he tells me about the latest happenings at the club.
“Boys are wondering where you are,” Keys says, and he’s looking at me and Bree strangely.
“You tell them I moved into my own place?” I tell him, without looking at him. I’m more interested in the way Bree’s throat moves when she drinks the juice.
“Yeah, but Denise is really missing her time with the Shaft.” His words chap my ass.
Motherfucker. He barely finishes his sentence before I feel Bree go still in my arms.
“You know yourself I haven’t been fucking around with Denise months before I met Bree. You going to come into my home and disrespect my old lady like this after she fixed your ass breakfast?” I’m fuming.
“Jax—” Bree whispers, but I ignore her.
“I also know how you are with women. You’ll be back when you get bored. It’s not like you didn’t get the name Shaft for a reason, brother.” The bastard laughs and if that wasn’t enough to make me want to punch his face in he adds to it. “Shaft here tell you about the twins that gave him the name Shaft? Or was that their mother?”
“Their mother?” Bree whispers, and I see the disgust on her face. I’m not ashamed of my past. Fuck, I am who I am. Still, I didn’t want my past touching Bree. What I was before is not the fucking man I’m going to be for Bree.
“Yeah baby, you weren’t the first young girl old Shaft here played around with. Only these girls liked to make it a family affair. Even the mother wanted in on the Shaft-action.” Keys keeps on. I’m gonna kill him.
“You son of a bitch,” I growl.
Bree jerks in my lap as if someone hit her. She gets up, and I let her, because I am going to fucking tear Keys apart.
“What? I’m just telling her the truth. Oh! I see! Nah, sweet cheeks, he never did the mom with the twins. At least not that I know. Though that one weekend we were both so wasted, who the hell knows,” he says attempting to backpedal, but it’s too late for that shit.
“Bree go to the bedroom.”
“I think I will,” she says and fuck, I can’t tell what she’s thinking. Mostly because she won’t look me in the eye.
“Wow, you have her trained good. Maybe I need to find me a young piece of snatch. You always did like telling your pussy what to—”
He doesn’t get to finish, or maybe he does because my growl might have drowned him out. I lunge at him, wrapping my hand around his neck as I slam him hard against the wall.
Chapter Forty
Jax
Keys is not a little man. I’m a little taller, but he’s wider, and a good ten to twelve years younger. He grabs my hand trying to push it away. My anger is stronger though, and I don’t let the fucker go.
“You son of a bitch! You come into my home, disrespect my woman, and talk to her like that? What the hell is wrong with you?” I snarl at him, my hands tightening on his neck. I could end him right now, and the need is there. If he fucked things up with me and Bree…I will kill him. Nothing will save him.
“Jax you’re killing him!” Bree cries from the hall. I look at her and see the pain on her face, but there’s also fear. Shit. I don’t want to make it worse. I give his neck one last squeeze before stepping back, watching the color leak back into his face. Keys starts coughing, his hand coming up to massage his neck.
“Bree your supposed to be in the bedroom,” I grumble. Needing to beat the hell out of Keys, but not wanting her to see it and scare her more.
“Guess you haven’t had enough time to train her,” Keys says while coughing, his voice hoarse.
Fuck it. I’ve had enough. “You asshole!” I yell and strike out. My fist connects with his jaw, and his face goes sideways, his lip spraying blood. The hit feels good, so I go in for another before he has time to recover. Keys proves why he’s good to have at my back in a fire-fight, he blocks my punch and charges with his body. We go backwards crashing me into a coffee table and the vase of flowers that Bree put on it. I hear the glass break as we crash to the floor. Vaguely, I hear Bree scream, but I’m too busy flipping Key’s over, and slamming my fist into his stomach.
The bastard moves to kick me. I manage to avoid the majority of that, but he lands a hard hit, returning the favor by busting my lip too. Blood
fills my mouth, and I spit it at him. We trade blows a few times, and I finally manage to get the upper hand. He’s breathing heavy and still sitting on the ground. When we catch our breath, I’m up and manage to kick him. “Get up, motherfucker.”
“I’m done Shaft, man,” he says, but if he thinks it’s going to end that easily, he’s got another think coming.
“Who the hell do you think you are insulting Bree?”
He throws his hands up. “Will you listen to yourself? Insulting Bree? Who the hell is she? A piece of pussy! That’s it.”
I haul him up by the collar on his cut. “She’s mine. Mine. And you will not disrespect my old lady,” I growl my fist crashing into his jaw, and it’s a hard hit. So hard, I find myself hoping it knocked his fucking teeth loose.
“Jesus, Shaft. Are you even listening to yourself? You’ve known this bitch for what? A few days?” his voice sounding incredulous.
I tower over him, my voice booming throughout the small apartment. “What happens between me and my old lady, or even how soon it happens, is none of your fucking concern.”
“It is when you’re setting yourself up, asshole. Your old lady? Shit, she’s not even out of school,” he spits at the floor and wipes his chin on his forearm.
“She’s mine. I’ve claimed her motherfucker, I’m keeping her, and you need to show her respect.”
“The only thing you’ve claimed is a kid who’s going to get you killed,” he stresses.
“Killed?” Bree asks, and I watch as she comes to stand in front of Keys. “What do you mean I’m going to get him killed?”
“You’re a Chrome Saint’s Princess. Do you really think your grandfather is going to sit still and watch a man twice your age lay claim to his innocent little girl?” he scoffs.
“Yes, if I’m happy. I’m not a Princess, either. You don’t even know me.”
He chokes out a winded laugh. “You’re the key to taking over the reins of Chrome Saints. You’re a Princess.”