Shafted (Devil's Blaze MC Book 4)

by Jordan Marie

  The pain I’m waiting for doesn’t come, I watch Jeff jerk with each shot he takes. He falls to his knees, then he smacks the concrete, head first. His life gone.

  Jesus. I let out the breath I was holding.

  “You, asshole! I can’t believe you did that! I thought you were going to die! You were so stupid!” Bree cries. I’ve barely pulled myself up before my woman comes at me, throwing herself on me, so that we fall back on the ground. Her little hands are pummeling my chest, and she’s sobbing. Her words are slurred from the tears and the way her breathing is coming out in gasps.

  I let her beat on me for a few minutes, then I wrap my arms around her tight. That’s all it takes for her to completely breakdown. She collapses against me, and I just keep holding her, letting my hand stroke against her hair trying to calm her down the best I can, loving that she’s back in my arms, safe.

  “Shh, baby I got you. You’re safe now,” I tell her, holding her captive.

  “Don’t you ever do that to me again,” she cries, her entire body shaking, so much my body jerks with her.

  “Okay sweetheart,” I tell her still holding her close. I’m never letting her go, not ever.

  “Jesus, I never want a woman,” Keys mumbles walking over to us.

  “Thanks brother,” I tell him, searching his face.

  “Keys! You’re hurt!” Bree yells, as if she’s just now realizing it. She gets up going to inspect his wound.

  “It’s just a scratch. He just grazed me,” he shrugs at her.

  “We better get you inside and clean it just the same. You don’t want an infection,” she mutters through her tears, trying to lead Keys toward the compound. That’s my girl.

  “Hey what about me?” I smother a smile.

  “I can’t talk to you right now,” she mutters refusing to look at me.

  “Why the hell not?” I growl, getting up.

  She waves her hand at me as though I’m a nuisance. “Because you said horrible things about me! In front of everyone! Even my grandfather!”

  “What I said wasn’t horrible.”

  “It was!” Her eyes land on me for a brief second before she turns her attention away.

  “And it was not a lie!” I yell, trying to get her to dial her anger down a notch.

  “I’m never doing that with you again!”

  “Doing what?” I ask her, catching up to her and a reluctant Keys who looks like he’s about to burst out laughing. Hell, Pops is standing just behind me and that fucker is laughing.

  “You know! I’m never touching your cock again.” Her eyes smolder, I know deep down she wants me.

  “You’re lying.”

  “I am not! You’ll be the one to spank the monkey,” she mutters giving up on pulling Keys with her and just walking off. I let her go, I’ll deal with her attitude in a minute.

  “Pops?”

  “Yeah, boy?” He steps forward awaiting orders. Fuck. I really do like the bastard.

  “See to the body.”

  He squints at me. “Reckon’ I will. Too bad we don’t have some of those gators Colton was wanting.”

  “Told you. Florida is where it’s at,” Colton says. Shit, I forgot all about him. I spare him a glance and he’s holding a gun too. I wonder how many people Jeff had shooting holes in him? Not enough, that’s for damn sure.

  “Where you going to be while we’re doing your dirty work?” Colton asks.

  “Proving to my woman she can’t live without my dick,” I yell overtop of Bree’s screaming as I pick her up, throwing her tight little body over my shoulder, then I stomp off toward our bedroom.

  I guess being a president does have its perks.

  Chapter Sixty-Two

  Bree

  “How does it feel to be kissing a high school graduate, honey?” I ask Jax as we break apart. I just attended my graduation ceremony, which was really just getting my diploma at the school board by the superintendent. It was even at his office, which is located by the bus garage. Not very fancy, and no big shindig for me. However, after all of the crap with Jeff, having to bury a woman who was like a surrogate mother, and just everything else, I needed simple. Besides, I have plans and this works right along with them.

  “I don’t know,” he says and he’s smiling, looking more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him. “It was pretty hot giving my dick to a schoolgirl.” He grins wide showing his pearly whites.

  “Pervert,” I laugh, shaking my head at him. He joins in and gives me a squeeze while placing a kiss along the inside of my neck and shoulder.

  “We better get going baby. Pops is planning a surprise party for you. Don’t want to disappoint the old buzzard.”

  I look up at him, loving the smile he is giving me. “How’s it going to be a surprise if you tell me?”

  He shakes his head. “Like you didn’t know. I swear that man doesn’t know the meaning of the word secret.”

  “Well, last night, when he stood up in the bar and demanded everyone be there tomorrow at three to celebrate with his Breezy, I did kind of get an idea.” I wink.

  “He’s smooth, that grandfather of yours.” He places a quick kiss to the top of my head.

  “You like him,” I tease.

  “He’s growing on me—kind of like a wart. Anyways, we better get going. You’ll need to change before the party.” He looks down at his watch. “It’s almost time now.”

  “You don’t like what I’m wearing?” I ask him, trying to hide my grin. We’re weaving through the school buses.

  “I’m sure what you have under that coat is great, baby. At least judging from those heels.” He whistles. “But, I just figured you’d want to get comfortable for the club party.”

  “You mean you don’t want me wearing a dress and showing my legs off.”

  “Those boys are some horny fuckers,” he grumbles, rubbing his beard in irritation. He doesn’t tell me not to wear my shorts or dresses, but it sure does aggravate him. Something I’m learning to use against him the last few days. I’ve learned the right outfit will get me carried to my room and definitely make Jax’s commanding ‘Daddy’ side come out. At first, that made me a little uncomfortable, but I can’t lie. I find it hot as hell. It feels like power. I can make this big, bad alpha-male lose it—which only seems right since he does the same to me.

  I shrug. “I think my outfit is fine for the party.”

  “If you say it is, I’ll live with it. But, let’s keep moving, or the party will be over before we get there,” he urges, and I can tell by the way his face is tight, he’s doing his best not to look at me. He wants to demand I wear something else. Probably sweats and no makeup. The thought makes me giggle. “I ought to spank your ass. I think you love torturing me.”

  “You’re overreacting,” I tell him—totally lying. “Here, I’ll show you. Hold my diploma.” I hand him the thick blue cover the diploma is encased in, and then undo a couple of buttons. I don’t have many open. Just the top ones. I know when I unbutton those, all he is getting is glimpses of white from my shirt and cleavage.

  “Let’s just forget it. Show me when we get home.” He attempts to hand my diploma back.

  “But, I want to show you now, honey.” I grin and then remove the belt which has the coat cinched around me. I let it fall to the ground, because after all, I don’t really care about it.

  “Motherfucker,” Jax growls, the sound sending flutters of excitement through me. His throat bobs as he swallows hard, taking me in. Jax’s eyes are dark and heated, full of desire. I’m pretty sure his mouth is watering.

  “Does that mean you like?” I boldly ask, watching as his hand clenches in a fist.

  I wonder if I can order a new diploma cause this one might not be holding up so well.

  Chapter Sixty-Three

  Jax

  Bree is standing in the middle of a fucking parking lot full of buses wearing a barely-buttoned white top, with no bra, and the shortest plaid skirt I’ve ever seen in my life. I wondered this morning why sh
e plaited her hair. She complains that it makes her look too young, but I’ve always loved it. I thought maybe she wore it that way for me. Now, I know she really did.

  I just stare at her, unable to move. What else can a man do when he’s given his hottest fucking fantasy in real life. Bree squirms, and despite what she’s doing, and how bold she’s had to be, there’s a fine blush blooming on her face. It’s cold outside, and I can see fine snowflakes flying through the air, even though there’s nothing on the ground. I should be worried about Bree catching the flu. Instead, I find myself dropping her things to the ground and growling like the animal she turns me into. She turns around, the little skirt spinning up in the air giving me a glimpse of the barely-there white lace thong she’s wearing. Even when the skirt falls back in place, her ass cheeks still hang out of the back of it. Better than my dream.

  “Is it too short?” she asks, with a sassy little grin when she looks over her shoulder. I walk the two steps it takes to get to her. My hands instantly land on each of her ass cheeks, grabbing them and manipulating her thick globes. So fucking soft and sexy.

  “You’re trying to fuck with me, Bree?” I growl biting into her shoulder. I’m rewarded by her breathy gasp and the way her body shakes in reaction. Her ass pushes back against me. Always so fucking eager for me.

  “I’ve been bad,” she whispers, and fuck, I can feel my cock already dripping cum.

  “Do you know what I do to bad girls, baby?”

  “You punish them?” she gasps when I move one of my hands under her shirt and around her side, not stopping until I’m palming her tit. Her nipple is so hard it’s stabbing into my hand, demanding attention. I’m being so rough with her, I know that I’m going to leave bruises on her body. Fuck, she’ll be lucky if I don’t draw blood. I tug on her nipple and twist it so hard my fingers push against her shirt, and I feel the material give.

  “Do you need to be punished?” I ask against her ear, letting my beard scrape against the tender skin on her neck.

  “Yes. Jax! Oh God,” she whispers and the need in her voice is like barbed wire wrapping around me, cutting into my skin and leaving me defenseless.

  I spank her ass in one swift slap, knowing the chill from the winter air and the heat of my touch is giving her a cold burn. “What is it baby?” I ask her, already knowing the answer. I snap the thin band of her thong, pushing the flimsy material out of the way, my fingers instantly find her pussy. Hot, wet, throbbing desire hits my fingers at first touch. “You’re so wet, you little fucking tease. Were you wet when you were in class?” I demand, allowing the fantasy to take over as I thrust two fingers deep inside her pussy.

  “Yes! I needed to come so bad. I even touched myself under the desk, wishing it was you touching me.” Jesus Christ.

  “I’m going to fuck you out here where anyone can see us, Bree and you’re going to give me this pussy aren’t you?”

  “Yes! It’s all yours…Daddy.” If it’s possible for your brain to turn to mush in an instant, I’m there. My entire body feels like a livewire. I groan, taking my dick out. I’m so damned hard it’s hard to get the zipper down. She’s killing me. I wish like fuck I could last longer, but there’s no way, and if someone else saw her like this I’d have to kill them. So, quick, hard, and fast it is.

  I slide my cock against her pussy, the sweet juice there coating me, feeling so fucking good that I almost come right then. I use my hand to help guide the head right against her clit, sliding against it with pressure. I can feel her muscles tighten, trying to ride me and then spasm around my shaft. It feels so fucking good I mourn once again that there’s no time to enjoy it.

  “Brace yourself on the bus, baby girl. This is going to be hard and fast. I can’t hold back,” I warn her. I hear her hands slap against the bus at the exact moment I thrust home. She takes every inch of my dick, as I sink balls deep inside of her. For a minute, all I can do is stay deep inside of her and groan as her pussy welcomes me home. Mine first and motherfucking last. No one else will get this from her. I’d kill them first.

  I grab her sides and then begin pulling out. I don’t even manage half a stroke before I’m slamming back inside of her. She’s right there with me though. Thrusting back against me and begging for more. Over and over I pound her body, too far gone to speak, too far gone for any of the words that I should give her. The only thing on my brain is one word and it’s repeated over and over with each thrust.

  Mine.

  Her orgasm rips through her as she takes my cock. Her entire body tightening and then combusting with pleasure. She does her best to take me with her. I can’t let her though. Not until she’s finished. Not until she’s endured all of the pleasure I can give her.

  “Jax,” she moans so loud it echoes around us. “Oh God, oh God, oh God. It’s so good. It’s never been so good,” she whimpers and she’s right. So fucking right. I keep stroking, following the signs of her body and slowing down as she rides out the last waves. The minute I can, I pull out of her and she cries out, begging me to come back inside of her.

  “You stand right there and don’t move,” I growl, nothing gentle left inside of me. I hold the back of her tiny-as-fuck skirt up, exposing her ass. Then I use my free hand to stroke my cock. It doesn’t take but two strokes, I’m that far gone. I aim as my cum jets across her ass, painting her with it. Painting her with my seed.

  “Mine!” I growl as I come so hard my balls hurt.

  “I’m all yours,” she whispers. “I’m all yours, Daddy.”

  I kiss the back of her neck in reward, not bothering to put my dick up because my hand is too busy rubbing my cum into her sweet ass.

  “I need to get you in the car before you get cold,” I whisper against her skin, wishing we could stay just like this.

  “Take me home, Jax and love me” she tells me, her tone soft, dreamy. I reach down and zip up my still hard cock before grabbing her diploma and coat, and then I pull her up in my arms carrying her to the car.

  “Always baby. Always,” I tell her and that’s a vow. There will never be a time when I won’t love Bree.

  She’s my world.

  Epilogue

  Jax

  One Year Later

  I come awake with a start. I lie there for a minute trying to determine exactly what it was that disturbed me. I reach over to pull Bree into me, my arms are way too empty. I rise up when I discover she’s not there. My eyes search around the room immediately, my heart rate accelerating. Everything settles back into place and calmness hits me when I see her in the pale light from the lamp on the dresser. She’s in the corner of the room where we set up the baby’s crib. Next week we move into our new home where the baby will have her own room. Bree has spent months making sure everything is perfect; doing the room in a mixture of daisies in pinks, whites, yellows, and greens.

  “How’s our little girl?” I ask, my voice hoarse with emotion.

  “Hungry,” Bree whispers, the largest smile on her face.

  I thought I loved her a year ago. As I watched her grow round with my child, felt how deep she loves me, how deeply she loves our daughter…And now, since little Roxy’s birth, I’ve watched her become a mother, that love I felt has grown into so much more than love, it’s something much larger. There are no words for what I feel for her. I cross the room, joining the two of them. My finger brushes across the baby’s cheek as she suckles at Bree’s breast.

  “I don’t blame her. If that’s where I got my food, I’d always be hungry,” I tell her, and like always, she blushes deeply.

  “Isn’t she beautiful?” She smiles up at me, pride written all over her face.

  “Gorgeous, just like her momma,” I tell her and it’s the simple truth. When she smiles that cute baby-smile, she looks just like Bree. She even has this beautiful cap full of soft blonde almost white baby hair. Every time I look at her, she takes my breath away—just like her mom.

  “Smooth talker,” she gushes, cooing at our daughter.

  “Jus
t honest.” I lean down and kiss her forehead.

  “You better go back to sleep, honey. You have a busy day tomorrow,” she tells me while fixing her gown once the baby finishes eating.

  “Let me rock her, baby. I want to spend time with our girl.” I never thought I’d be a father. Hell, never thought I’d be much of anything, until Bree. She changed that. She changed me.

  “But, you have to get up early. You and Pops have to be at the house at five in the morning to go over the final details of the swimming pool. The guy will be there and—”

  “Shh, baby. I’ll be fine. I just want to spend time with my beautiful daughter. You go get in bed, and I’ll join you in a bit.”

  “Stubborn man. You hardly ever let me take care of you.” She leans up slightly meeting my lips.

  “You can take care of me when I get back in bed.” I grin.

  “She might hear us!”

  “You can bite into the pillow.” I wink as she hands me the baby, and I take her place in the rocking chair.

  “You’re horrible,” she whispers, leaning down to kiss Roxy’s head and then kisses me too. Her fingers brush through my hair. “Do you need anything?”

  “No, baby. I got everything a man could want,” I tell her and smile when she gets that dreamy look on her face.

  It’s the complete truth. There’s not another thing in the world I could want more than what I have right here in this room.