Shafted(Devil's Blaze MC 4)(48)
“Definitely after,” he confirms, taking control of me, and laying me down on the floor.
“Thank God,” I giggle as his beard tickles against my breast.
“What?” he asks, his fingers finding my pussy, and gently brushing them against my tender skin.
“Thank God I ran the vacuum on this carpet earlier,” I gasp as his fingers push inside of me.
“Are you too sore? Does it hurt?”
“It feels amazing,” I whimper, squirming trying to get his fingers to go deeper, instead of the teasing brushing he’s giving me. “Jax. Quit toying with me. I need more.”
“Thank God, Bree.”
“What?” I ask, a little lost, my hips thrusting up trying to get him exactly where I want him.
“Thank God, you’re mine,” he grunts, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down quickly.
“I am. I’m yours Jax. All yours,” I vow to him, just as his cock slides into me. I’m more than a little sore. I might have lied to him, but not completely because he does feel amazing. He feels like I’m finally with the one person I was always meant to be with. My soulmate.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Jax
“I can feed myself you know.” Bree laughs as I tear off another piece of pot roast, holding it to her mouth.
“I told you I’d feed you, and I will,” I tell her with a grin. What I don’t tell her is that feeding her is something that makes me happy.
“But you haven’t eaten yet,” she says once she swallows down the food.
“I’m eating now,” I argue with her, and to prove my point, I take a bite followed by licking my fingers.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone eat pot roast with their fingers.”
“I’m a talented man,” I tell her with a wink.
“That I can’t argue with,” she says blushing, but also wearing a big smile. She’s so happy, and knowing I made her that way makes me feel like I conquered the world; it helps ease some of the stress on my shoulders. “What’s that look?” she asks.
“Look? I was just thinking how beautiful you are.”
Her brows knit as she gives me a bullshit look. “Liar. What are you worried about? Are we going to have to talk about age again?”
“That talk would be a little late wouldn’t it baby?” I whisper, leaning down with more food, hypnotized as I watch her tongue wrap around the meaty morsel—which I’m sure she’s doing to tease me. It’s working.
“Then what caused that look?” she asks.
“I’m just worried about my brothers and what’s going to happen,” I confide in her.
“Listen, I know you said Skull was upset with Pops, but I don’t see Pops doing anything to Skull’s men—especially if it put him seeing his grandkids in jeopardy.”
“I know, they talked about that at the meeting I was at. You know the one, right? The one I went to while you were supposed to stay here and not leave?” In response she scrunches her nose up at me and sticks her tongue out. “Don’t flash that tongue unless you’re going to use it.”
“I could be persuaded,” she says wearing a sexy and devious smirk.
“Alright then.” I grin.
“After you explain what’s going on.”
My smile fades. “Bree. Club business…”
“Yeah, yeah. But, I need to know what’s going on.”
“Bree—”
Those beautiful eyes hold me hostage as she glares at me. “Don’t Bree me, Jax. You want me to stay here for the next week or two and not leave so I’m safe, then you better tell me why I need to be locked up behind your doors.”
I take a drink of milk, washing down my last bite. “How about because you’re supposed to be in Tennessee?”
She drops her fork—the one I’ve yet to let her use. “How about you quit stalling.”
“God help me. If you’re this stubborn now, what am I going to do when you get older?”
“You planning on keeping me around?” she asks, and she doesn’t bother keeping the hopefulness out of her voice.
“If I’m able,” I tell her honestly.
“I’ll make sure your walker is in good shape,” she jokes, mistakenly thinking I’m worried about our age still. I am a little, but only that she’ll grow bored with me. I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen, even if it kills me. What she doesn’t realize is her grandfather will probably kill me when he finds out what I’ve done. Maybe it would have been different if I came to him first, but I kind of doubt it. She’s special and she was innocent. Someone that a dirty, used-up son of a bitch like me should have never touched. But, I did.