“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 have 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!”