Shafted(Devil's Blaze MC 4)(18)
“We’ll be doing more than just that.”
“Does this mean what I think it means?” she asks, and I swear it looks like she might laugh. There’s so much happiness on her face right now, it makes me feel…young.
“Maybe. We need to discuss more terms.”
A little bit of the light dies down in her eyes, and I regret it, but I need to try and minimalize damage here. Touching Bree quite literally is signing my death warrant. I’m not sure I give a fuck, but I think the rules need to be out there, because I don’t have doubt in my mind that somewhere along the line she’s going to realize that I’m not worth her time of day. She has a bright future ahead of her and she doesn’t need to be saddled down to a broken-down, rusty, old biker.
“Okay,” she says, and I take a step away from her, leading her to the sofa. Her big eyes look up at me, anxiously waiting.
“First, you were right. No one absolutely can ever know what happens between the two of us.”
She nods eagerly. “Got it.”
“I mean it. No talking about it with your friends. No writing in diaries, no chatting with your girls about this shit. What goes down between us, stays between us.” I motion between the two of us.
“I already agreed to that, Jax and I don’t write in diaries or journals. I don’t think that’s done anymore. The only people that do that shit are idiots in Washington. Don’t you watch the news?”
I rake my hand through my hair and hold my head down so she can’t see my smile. This girl has no idea the effect she has on me, and I’m not even talking about sexually. She’s like fresh air to a man that’s been dying in a dungeon for years.
“While we do this, there will be no other men in your life. I catch you with someone else and it’s over. That’s it.”
“What about other women?” Her words hold a hint of jealousy and it warms me to know she feels so strongly.
“You swing both ways?” I tease her.
“No, idiot. If I’m supposed to save myself for only you, are you going to return the favor? I’m not stupid. I know the Blaze have women, and I know more about bikers in general and club life than I ever wanted to.”
“While I’m with you, sweetness, you can guarantee I don’t want any other women. You’ll be it,” I tell her, and I watch as the light slowly comes back on in her eyes. Then, those beautiful red lips slide into a long smile, and fuck if that pain in my heart doesn’t start again. I bring my hand to rub it idly, imagining all the things I want to do to that mouth. “Next, when I want you, I want you. You don’t argue, you don’t fight it. You give yourself to me, where I want, how I want, and most importantly when I want.”
Bree swallows nervously. I watch the movement of her throat. I see her tongue come out and dance across her lip. She bites into her bottom lip, and I stare intently as the color gently bleeds away to a pale white before she releases the skin, nodding her head in agreement.
I want to leave it there. I want to take the victories I have and move on. I don’t. I need to push her. Half of me is hoping she’ll walk away and save me from myself, and the other half of me is praying she doesn’t. She has me that wrapped in knots.
“And last, when I say it’s over. It’s over.”
“Jax…”
“That’s non-negotiable Bree. You need to understand going into this what’s happening. I’ll give your body pleasure. I’ll teach you everything I know and hopefully, together we’ll discover new ways of reaching satisfaction. Exploring every avenue of gratification and need, but when it’s over…it’s over. This isn’t forever. I’m not a knight in shining armor. I’m a bastard that’s taking what you’re offering because I want it. I’m just going to make sure you get all the pleasure out of it you can find. If you can’t agree to that now you need to walk away.”
She’s silent for a few minutes. Her face is downcast and she’s staring at the floor. I’m waiting, and it feels like I’m standing on glass, waiting for her answer, wanting her to say yes, but needing her to say no.
“Okay, Jax. I agree to your demands,” she whispers, finally looking up at me.
The blood is pounding in my head and it sounds like nails in my fucking coffin. It’s done. Bree will be mine. There’s no way to walk away now.
I don’t think I could if I tried.
Chapter Sixteen
Bree
The party is going great. Pops doesn’t let me around the Saint’s parties very often, but the few I’ve gone to, there’s a sense of brotherhood for sure, but this is different. The Devil’s Blaze aren’t just a brotherhood. They feel like a family. All the old ladies and members alike are treated the same. There are kids running around. And everyone’s laughing. Even Jax.