“And what do you think you’re doing?” he groans as I stroke him.
“Showing my appreciation that you worry about me so much?” I whisper, not looking at him, because I’m busy pulling his cock out, and my eyes are glued on his length.
“Oh. Then I think I should tell you that I’m sore as hell and it hurts to move, but I got up earlier when you were napping and turned the heat up.”
“Is that so?” I’m watching as the veins in his cock grow tighter with each stroke. I’m blocking out the sore confession, because his poor body is a bruised mess. He didn’t tell me why, but I know he and Keys had it out more. I hope that asshole looks worse at least.
“Yeah, I didn’t want you to freeze. Then, last night I was afraid you’d have a nightmare, so I pulled you on top of me and let you sleep with my dick inside of you—just so you wouldn’t feel alone,” he says and my body spasms at the memory. It’s been three days since Jax took my virginity and, I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve made love since. What I do know is that none have been sweeter than when I woke up with his hard cock inside of me and Jax somehow sleeping. Waking him up while riding him is on my list of things I want to do again and again…and again.
“That was very thoughtful of you,” I tell him, letting my tongue slide into the small opening on his head as I stroke him. Instantly, the taste of him hits my tongue. Male, salty, musky, and again…all mine. “I should probably reward you really good for that one,” I praise him, flattening my tongue out, licking the side of his shaft.
“If you feel you must,” he says, trying to sound like he doesn’t care either way, but the way his body trembles beneath mine when I take him into my mouth fully, and the way his hand tangles tight in my hair as he pushes me further down on his dick tells me much more. Then I forget the game we’re playing. I forget worrying about Roxy. I forget everything and lose myself in Jax. My man. Mine.
Chapter Forty-Four
Jax
I look at the clock above the table and frown. What the hell is happening to me. It’s ten in the morning, and I’ve had two days off from the club. Normally, I’d be sleeping—most likely hung over, because shit, I was lying to Bree a couple nights ago. I’m sore as fuck. Keys got better hits in than I thought. The one bright spot I had was the fucker was in just as much misery. I know, because I texted him a few times. I need to report in today though. Skull has been good to me, and I definitely needed a couple days off to heal and regroup. We’re short-handed enough though, and we need to figure out what the fuck happened to Sabre. My taking a couple days off in that respect was not cool, no matter how much it was needed. I sent a couple prospects down to Tennessee to check on Bree’s girl this morning too. So I need to get my ass in gear. Yet, even knowing all this shit, I’m still not in a hurry to leave. I’m even starting to think of this crappy apartment as a…home. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I hear the shower turn on and smile. There it is. That’s what the fuck has gotten into me. Bree. She brings a peace into my life I’ve never fucking had. Just being around her makes life easier, makes it…good. That might be proof I’m just a selfish fuck, taking her and keeping her when I should let her go. She’d be better off with someone her own age, someone outside of this life. Hell, even that wet-behind the ears kid who’s panting after her would be a better choice than me. I can’t give her up though, and the time for that has gone anyways. I need to tell Skull and Torch first. I owe them that. I have no idea how Skull will react. He and Torch both might decide to end me without giving me a chance to explain. I should have never kept her hidden—especially from my own family.
Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I think over my options. The best thing to do would be to come clean today. Put the wheels in motion for telling everyone about us. Yet, the club has so much shit going on right now. Waiting until we know what happened to Sabre might be best—not to mention Briar. I went by the hospital last night to check on him. There’s been no change, but the doctors all agree the longer he stays like this, without showing any signs of improvement, means bad things. He’d been shot and lost a lot of blood, but what they are most concerned about is the swelling in the brain. When he fell, his head slammed into concrete. They think maybe he was standing on something, up higher than normal, so when the shot took him down, he fell.
I wish to fuck we knew what the hell had happened that day. We all assumed they had been on their bikes and been ambushed, but how could that be true if he fell from somewhere? Motherfucker it’s all just twisted to hell and back with no answers. I know why Skull is so upset now. It’s like banging your head against a brick wall repeatedly, only it would be worse for Skull because he feels responsible for sending my brothers out.