by Jordan Marie
“Breezy. How was Tennessee?”
“I’m guessing you know the answer to that,” she says when she’s almost in front of me. I reach out and grab her, pulling her to me.
“Jax!” she whispers as if she’s embarrassed and maybe she is with her grandfather here. But, when she looks down at my face she gasps. “What happened to you? Oh my God! Your poor face!” she cries, moving her hand over the bruises and cuts there.
“I’m okay, baby. It looks worse than it is,” I assure her.
“Not hardly. You got the shit kicked out of you, boy,” Pops declares proudly.
“He did at that,” Torch agrees, as Katie climbs in his lap. Skull doesn’t bother to add anything, he’s too busy kissing Beth.
“Damn it, Jax. Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Bree mutters, still looking at my latest battle scars.
“I’m fine honey. Your grandfather hits like a girl.”
“The fuck you say!”
She turns on the old bastard. “You did this? Pops! How could you?”
“Pretty fucking easy considering Skull and Torch had to be the ones to tell me that some over the hill bastard had laid claim to my granddaughter. A granddaughter, I might add, who was supposed to be safe in the next state over!”
“Watch who you’re calling over the hill, old man,” I grumble.
“I’ll watch when you roll down the other side,” he barks back. “Breezy, I expect an explanation.”
“You’re not getting one,” she says, surprising everyone, except maybe me. That’s my woman, stubborn and takes no shit. I saw it the night she yanked Denise bald, and I love this side of her.
“I deserve one.”
“No. You don’t, grandfather. I love you, and I’m grateful to you, but the truth is what’s between Jax and me is nobody’s business but ours. I love him, and he loves me. I’m not giving him up for anyone.” God, I love her.
“Kids these days show their elders no respect,” he mutters. “You’re finishing school young lady.” His voice stern and fatherly.
“I will Pops,” she grins and then looks down at me. “If you don’t quit getting your face beat in you’re gonna damage those good looks of yours I love.”
“You’d love me anyways,” I say wincing as I smile.
“I probably would,” she agrees.
“Kiss your man,” I demand.
“Thought you’d never ask,” she grins and then gives me her lips.
Perfection.
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Bree
“Fuck, baby, I love your ass,” Jax groans a second before I feel his fingers bite into my cheeks, kneading it.
“I thought you were sleeping,” I whisper, smiling.
“I was. Then I woke up and my woman was lying across my body, her pussy fucking close to my dick, and her ass turned up waiting for me.”
“You’re warm, and I wanted to be close to you.”
“You could have laid down beside me, instead of lying on your stomach across me.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Fuck no,” he says, and I laugh out loud this time.
“Go back to sleep, Jax. You’re supposed to be recovering.” In response he pushes my body against him, rubbing me slightly against his hard dick.
“Does it feel like I need to recover?”
“No, but you look like you do,” I observe casually.
“Your family keeps trying to beat the shit out of me. Not my fault,” I half tease.
“Maybe I’m not worth—Jax!” I squeal as he slaps my ass so hard it immediately feels like it’s on fire.
“Stopping you from saying something stupid.” He rubs the spot he just set on fire.
“That hurts.”
“You like it like that.” His tongue brushes over his bottom lip, wetting the skin.
“Not without a little foreplay,” I pout, not entirely telling the truth.
“Sorry, baby. I’ll kiss and make it better,” he laughs and bends down to kiss my ass, though it’s more like he bites a cheek while undoubtedly leaving a mark, and then lets my skin go with a soft kiss.
“You’re crazy.”
“Over you. I want my name tattooed on you.”
“You do?”
“Fuck yeah. I’ve been thinking more and more about it. I want it right there,” he says, his voice dropping down to that tone he uses when we’re loving on each other. I’m looking over my shoulder at him, wanting to see his face. He’s gazing intently on the space above my ass. It’s the area at the small of my back. His large, inked up hand moves across my skin slowly as if he’s seeing something already there. “I want it right here, baby. So, that every time you bend and your shirt rides up, fuckers will see you’re mine. Property of Shaft.”
“Shaft? Not Jax? Not Daddy’s girl?”
“Smart ass. It is a thought,” he grins looking at me rubbing his chin. “But no. Jax and Bree that’s who we are together, just the two of us.”
“And Daddy?” I smirk.
“Something you bring out in me that I’ve never wanted before, but I sure as fuck ain’t going to apologize for it. When you call me Daddy it goes straight to my cock, and I need to fuck you until you’re so full of my cum it’s running down your legs,” he growls, kneading my ass again. His words are so intense, his voice so dark that a shiver of need rolls through my body, and I can feel my thighs wet with need. “Nothing is wrong in bed as long as we’re both legal adults and find pleasure in it together, Bree. Nothing.”
“So, you’re not still hung up on my age?” I question.
“I’ll admit I’m going to sleep better once you’re out of fucking school.”
“A few short weeks away,” I singsong.
“Thank God,” he groans falling back on the pillow.
“Are you really going to be happy taking over the Saints from Pops?”
“I hadn’t planned on it, but the longer I’m here the better it feels. I can make this club into something to be proud of.”
“I didn’t doubt that for a minute.”
“The bigger question here is you,” he tells me, his hand moving between my legs before he lets out a groan when his hand comes in contact with my thighs. Guess my secrets out. Not that it was much of a secret. I’m always wet around Jax.
“Bigger question?” I gasp as I feel his fingers search out my clit. His cock is a hard indention against my stomach and the heat from it warms every part of me.
“Are you going to be happy here? This place doesn’t exactly hold great memories for you, sweetheart.”
“I’m happy as long as I’m with you,” I whimper, spreading my legs to allow his hand more room to move when suddenly, two of his fingers push inside of me. The insides of my thighs tighten against his fist trying to ride it, as his fingers continue to plow through my wetness and thrust into my pussy.
“You certainly feel happy. My baby is all wet, and your poor little clit is throbbing.”
“I know,” I moan, trying to push myself up so I can ride his hand better.
“Does Daddy’s girl need to come?”
“I need fucked,” I whimper, already lost to the feelings that only Jax can get from me. I hear his groan, knowing he loves it when I tell him to fuck me. His fingers leave me, and I cry out in despair. “No! Jax, I need you!” I beg, my whole body shaking with the loss. In response, he tightens his hands on my legs and pulls my ass toward him.
I’m grappling with my hands trying to help support myself, as he moves my body exactly where he wants me as if I’m light as a feather. That coupled with the manly growl he lets out makes my body quake. And then his mouth is on me. My legs are resting awkwardly on him, knees against his shoulders, his hands are digging into my hips as he holds the lower part of my body suspended in the air, and then his face is between my legs. I feel his hot breath first, then his tongue slides along the lips of my pussy, and he hums as he licks the cream I know he’s found there.
Jax’s face presses inside. Then I feel his
tongue move against my clit, teasing it, licking it over and over, and then plunging inside of me. He’s fucking me with his face. There’s no other way to put it. Pushing against me so hard and eating with so much hunger, I’m already on the verge of coming. His hard cock is leaking pre-cum against my neck, and I push myself up on one arm while wrapping my hand around him. If he’s going to play, then I’m going to, too.
I stroke his cock once, then again. I’m rewarded with his groan that vibrates deep inside my pussy as he continues fucking me with his tongue and devouring me. I clamp my thighs so tight against his face, I wonder if he can breathe. His pre-cum is raining down on my hand as I stroke him. He’s as close to coming as I am, and I want every drop. I slide my mouth down on him, taking him to the back of my throat. The taste of him explodes inside my mouth. I’m cupping his balls, and I can feel them swell and jerk, making me suck harder, wanting to give him pleasure, but more than that, just wanting him.
I feel the first of his cum shoot into my mouth, at the same time his body jerks underneath me. He bites my swollen clit, and it’s too much as my climax thunders through me harder than it ever has. It’s intense, it’s earthshattering, and so raw that I’m scared. I try to jerk away from him, but he doesn’t let me. Frustrated, I move my head up and down on his cock, using my mouth to stroke him as he empties himself completely, and I drink him down. He licks me through my climax, using his tongue to slowly bring me down, and just when I think I might survive, he finds my clit again wasting no time bringing me back to my peak. The second orgasm feels like it might destroy me, but I’ve barely started, and he’s moving me again…this time he flips me over lowering me down on his already firm cock.
That’s when my lover destroys me. Just like that. My back to Jax’s front. His arms wrapped around my waist and breasts, his cock deep inside of me, a second orgasm melting into a third, as his teeth are biting into my shoulder. I see stars and lose myself so that all I feel is him and nothing else exists, that’s when I know, that’s when I’m absolutely sure. There will never be anyone else in this world for me but Jax. There’s no going back.
He owns me, body and soul.
Chapter Fifty-Eight
New Years Eve
Jax
“Explain again why this has to be done?” Pop’s rides my ass.
“Old man, you’re wearing on my last nerve. I told you your security sucked. That fence is so fucking weak, I wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn’t drive through it on a bike.”
“You sure are emptying out the bank account. Hope you fucking got a plan to make more green.”
“It’s covered,” I tell him, not adding that most of this shit is coming from my pocket and not the club’s. Skull takes care of his men, and fuck, I’ve never had anyone to spend it on but myself, and I sure as hell don’t need much. I watch as Bree comes into the room. Her hair is in a messy bun on the top of her head, she’s wearing flannel pajamas in peach and green with a gray shirt that says, Sleep Machine. I’ve seen women dressed and undressed in a hundred different ways, but Bree like this would be my pick hands down. She takes my breath away and it’s probably better, because she’s not even trying. “Besides, protecting what is important shouldn’t have a fucking price tag,” I tell the old man.
“You may grow on me yet, boy. You just might,” he says, and I can’t do anything but shake my head. Bree and I have been here for two weeks now. We spent Christmas here, and I swear if I didn’t know better I would have thought at one point the old man cried. Skull and some of the boys came over. Pops had his girls and Bree all here, and there was a big dinner. I gave Bree a diamond engagement ring, and I think it made her grandfather happier than she was. Though she did show me her appreciation when we were alone later that night. There’s only one dark spot surrounding any of us right now.
“Any word from Roxy?” Bree asks as she makes it to the table. She leans down to kiss me and her breath is fresh with the taste of toothpaste and woman.
“Not a fucking thing. I’m telling you it’s not like Roxanne. She’d always check in and she’d never just leave without letting us know where she’s going,” Pops reiterates.
“I sent some prospects down there, they didn’t find a trace of her,” I tell him again, needlessly.
“I’m worried,” Bree sighs, sitting down in my lap. I reach down and get a fork full of my omelet to feed her. She rolls her eyes at me, but she eats it.
“You two are disgusting,” the old man grumbles. Bree and I just grin.
“Get used to it. It’s not about to change,” I tell him, and it’s not. Fuck, if I could keep her in my lap with my hand feeding her all the time, I would.
“What’s your plans today, Baby?” I run my hand down her arm, trying to behave in front of the old man.
“I need to run a few errands, including picking up a prescription I had filled. They close early today, so I guess I need to start moving, but it’s cold outside. I was putting it off.”
“I’ll take you.”
“That’d be foolish, you have a bunch of stuff to get done here today, and you promised that you would ring in the New Year with me, I don’t want anything to get in the way of that. I’ll be fine by myself.”
“No, honey. I don’t know what’s going on with Roxanne, but something feels off. Until we know what’s going on, I don’t want you going anywhere alone.” I swallow down my orange juice.
“Jax—”
Pops starts in on her and I chuckle under my breath. “I agree with him girl. You don’t need to be gallivanting everywhere alone. You got a man now.”
“Really Pops? I would hardly call going to the pharmacy gallivanting, though I’m not sure exactly what that is.”
“Quit being smart, Breezy,” he chastises her.
“Fine, then get one of the men to take me into town. That way you still get your work done, and you know I’m not alone. Problem solved,” Bree tells me. Her face is so frustrated at coming up with a compromise, I have an urge to kiss her. So, I do, brief but hard, and with feeling on her beautiful pale pink lips.
“You’re my woman. It’s my job to look after you. I don’t want to give that privilege to another fucker. It’s all mine,” I practically growl at her, but try to tone it down. The day’s young.
“Yeah, I think you’re growing on me, boy. I do believe you are,” the old man says, slapping me on the back. This time I roll my eyes, but Breezy just curls into my chest with a happy sigh.
“Boss! We got a problem!” Tubby says coming in. Tubs is a prospect that has been with the Saints for a while. At least that’s what the old man says. He said he always meant to patch him in, just never got a chance to—which is code for didn’t care enough to worry about it. He’s working his ass off, and I got a good feeling about the kid. He’s probably going to be one of the first men I patch in. He needs some work, especially in the weight room. He’s not exactly fit, which is how he got the road name Tubs, because his stomach didn’t leave much room between him and the bars on his bike. But, the kid definitely has promise.
“What the fuck is going on now? I swear I can’t see a minute of peace around here,” Pops growls.
“He’s talking to me, old man. I’m the boss here now, you keep forgetting that for some reason.”
His eyes narrow like a beady crow on me. “Maybe I could remember it better if you didn’t have a glass jaw.”
“Fuck you,” I grumble, wishing I hadn’t let him think he was winning for as long as I did. I have a feeling he’s going to ride my ass about that fist fight until one of us draws our last breaths. “What’s up, Tubs?” I ask, ignoring Pops, especially when Bree is kissing my neck lightly and holding me close. There’s much better things to think about.
“You told us to replace the fence on the private side, that we use as our secondary entrance.”
“Yeah, I want the steel enforced that is up to code with the electric ran across the top. We need that shit done before Torch starts installing the cameras for me
.”
“We found a dead body there. Looked like it had been dumped fresh.”
“Motherfucker.” I bang my fist on the table.
He wipes his hands on his pants. “What do you want us to do?”
I sigh inwardly. “Let me ride down with you to see if I know who it is, then we’ll decide.”
“I’ll go with you,” Pops pipes up, and I figure I’ll let him. If this body has some significance, he would know.
“Bree—”
“Go honey. I’ll be fine. Just be safe,” she says standing up. I give her a quick, heated kiss and we head out.
I hope this isn’t a sign of things to come as President of the Saints.
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Jax
“Pops! It’s Roxy!” one of the older men shouts before we’re even out of the SUV. His words bring a chill over my whole body. I’m out of the car and over to the body in no time, but the old man beats me. He hits the ground and pulls her head into his lap. That’s the only answer I need to assure me that this is Roxanne. Fucking hell, what does this mean? How the hell do I tell Bree, this will crush her.
I lean down to inspect the body, but it doesn’t take a doctor or coroner to discover what killed Roxanne. She’s got a hole through the back of her head that screams close range shot. Since she’s in the woods, close to the compound, I know she’s been sent as a message. What I don’t fucking know is what that message is.
“I want whoever did this found, and I want them fucking brought down!” Pops growls out, holding Roxanne, even knowing there’s nothing that could be done for her now.
“Let’s canvas the area, spread out boys. I don’t care if you just see a cigarette butt. I want to see it. We need to know who the fuck did this, anything might help.”
We spend the next forty minutes going over the place with a fine tooth comb. A few things were out of place, most notably a lighter. It was just one of those cheap disposable ones you buy when you’re waiting in the aisle at the checkout lane when the line doesn’t seem to be moving. It’s there staring at you, so you just grab it. It’s plain and bright Kelly-green. It could have been dropped by one of Pop’s men before I even come along. Hell, it could have been dropped while the men have been working on the fences. Something about it though is bothering me. I can’t even say it looks familiar, because it’s just a fucking lighter. Still, something in the back of my brain tells me I’m missing something.