“Shut it, you’re going to eat,” I order.
“Well, let me up then, so I can fix my own plate, and you eat yours.”
“You fixed way too much. You can eat mine too,” I tell her, already taking my fork, getting some food on it, and bringing it to her mouth.
“I can feed myself, Jax,” she complains, but takes the bite.
“I know,” I tell her, then I lean in closer to whisper in her ear, where only she can hear me. “Daddy likes feeding you. It doesn’t matter if it’s my dick or food.” Bree giggles, and squirms on my lap. My poor dick is so hard, I feel sorry for him.
“You’re such a freak,” she laughs. I take a bite of the omelet myself this time and whether it’s the food, the fact that her laughter is surrounding me, or that she’s on my lap…it could be all three, but it’s the best damn omelet I’ve ever had in my life.
“Where you going?” I ask Keys when he gets up.
“Getting a beer, you want one?” I look at the orange juice that Bree set down for us with a grin. Keys is not really an orange juice kind of man. Hell, I’m not either…but, because Bree did it, I’d rather have this orange juice than anything.
“Nah, I’m good, brother.” I’m more than good.
I feed Bree some more and listen to Keys as he tells me about the latest happenings at the club.
“Boys are wondering where you are,” Keys says, and he’s looking at me and Bree strangely.
“You tell them I moved into my own place?” I tell him, without looking at him. I’m more interested in the way Bree’s throat moves when she drinks the juice.
“Yeah, but Denise is really missing her time with the Shaft.” His words chap my ass.
Motherfucker. He barely finishes his sentence before I feel Bree go still in my arms.
“You know yourself I haven’t been fucking around with Denise months before I met Bree. You going to come into my home and disrespect my old lady like this after she fixed your ass breakfast?” I’m fuming.
“Jax—” Bree whispers, but I ignore her.
“I also know how you are with women. You’ll be back when you get bored. It’s not like you didn’t get the name Shaft for a reason, brother.” The bastard laughs and if that wasn’t enough to make me want to punch his face in he adds to it. “Shaft here tell you about the twins that gave him the name Shaft? Or was that their mother?”
“Their mother?” Bree whispers, and I see the disgust on her face. I’m not ashamed of my past. Fuck, I am who I am. Still, I didn’t want my past touching Bree. What I was before is not the fucking man I’m going to be for Bree.
“Yeah baby, you weren’t the first young girl old Shaft here played around with. Only these girls liked to make it a family affair. Even the mother wanted in on the Shaft-action.” Keys keeps on. I’m gonna kill him.
“You son of a bitch,” I growl.
Bree jerks in my lap as if someone hit her. She gets up, and I let her, because I am going to fucking tear Keys apart.
“What? I’m just telling her the truth. Oh! I see! Nah, sweet cheeks, he never did the mom with the twins. At least not that I know. Though that one weekend we were both so wasted, who the hell knows,” he says attempting to backpedal, but it’s too late for that shit.
“Bree go to the bedroom.”
“I think I will,” she says and fuck, I can’t tell what she’s thinking. Mostly because she won’t look me in the eye.
“Wow, you have her trained good. Maybe I need to find me a young piece of snatch. You always did like telling your pussy what to—”
He doesn’t get to finish, or maybe he does because my growl might have drowned him out. I lunge at him, wrapping my hand around his neck as I slam him hard against the wall.
Chapter Forty
Jax
Keys is not a little man. I’m a little taller, but he’s wider, and a good ten to twelve years younger. He grabs my hand trying to push it away. My anger is stronger though, and I don’t let the fucker go.
“You son of a bitch! You come into my home, disrespect my woman, and talk to her like that? What the hell is wrong with you?” I snarl at him, my hands tightening on his neck. I could end him right now, and the need is there. If he fucked things up with me and Bree…I will kill him. Nothing will save him.
“Jax you’re killing him!” Bree cries from the hall. I look at her and see the pain on her face, but there’s also fear. Shit. I don’t want to make it worse. I give his neck one last squeeze before stepping back, watching the color leak back into his face. Keys starts coughing, his hand coming up to massage his neck.