Shafted(Devil's Blaze MC 4)(77)
“Jax!” she whispers as if she’s embarrassed and maybe she is with her grandfather here. But, when she looks down at my face she gasps. “What happened to you? Oh my God! Your poor face!” she cries, moving her hand over the bruises and cuts there.
“I’m okay, baby. It looks worse than it is,” I assure her.
“Not hardly. You got the shit kicked out of you, boy,” Pops declares proudly.
“He did at that,” Torch agrees, as Katie climbs in his lap. Skull doesn’t bother to add anything, he’s too busy kissing Beth.
“Damn it, Jax. Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Bree mutters, still looking at my latest battle scars.
“I’m fine honey. Your grandfather hits like a girl.”
“The fuck you say!”
She turns on the old bastard. “You did this? Pops! How could you?”
“Pretty fucking easy considering Skull and Torch had to be the ones to tell me that some over the hill bastard had laid claim to my granddaughter. A granddaughter, I might add, who was supposed to be safe in the next state over!”
“Watch who you’re calling over the hill, old man,” I grumble.
“I’ll watch when you roll down the other side,” he barks back. “Breezy, I expect an explanation.”
“You’re not getting one,” she says, surprising everyone, except maybe me. That’s my woman, stubborn and takes no shit. I saw it the night she yanked Denise bald, and I love this side of her.
“I deserve one.”
“No. You don’t, grandfather. I love you, and I’m grateful to you, but the truth is what’s between Jax and me is nobody’s business but ours. I love him, and he loves me. I’m not giving him up for anyone.” God, I love her.
“Kids these days show their elders no respect,” he mutters. “You’re finishing school young lady.” His voice stern and fatherly.
“I will Pops,” she grins and then looks down at me. “If you don’t quit getting your face beat in you’re gonna damage those good looks of yours I love.”
“You’d love me anyways,” I say wincing as I smile.
“I probably would,” she agrees.
“Kiss your man,” I demand.
“Thought you’d never ask,” she grins and then gives me her lips.
Perfection.
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Bree
“Fuck, baby, I love your ass,” Jax groans a second before I feel his fingers bite into my cheeks, kneading it.
“I thought you were sleeping,” I whisper, smiling.
“I was. Then I woke up and my woman was lying across my body, her pussy fucking close to my dick, and her ass turned up waiting for me.”
“You’re warm, and I wanted to be close to you.”
“You could have laid down beside me, instead of lying on your stomach across me.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Fuck no,” he says, and I laugh out loud this time.
“Go back to sleep, Jax. You’re supposed to be recovering.” In response he pushes my body against him, rubbing me slightly against his hard dick.
“Does it feel like I need to recover?”
“No, but you look like you do,” I observe casually.
“Your family keeps trying to beat the shit out of me. Not my fault,” I half tease.
“Maybe I’m not worth—Jax!” I squeal as he slaps my ass so hard it immediately feels like it’s on fire.
“Stopping you from saying something stupid.” He rubs the spot he just set on fire.
“That hurts.”
“You like it like that.” His tongue brushes over his bottom lip, wetting the skin.
“Not without a little foreplay,” I pout, not entirely telling the truth.
“Sorry, baby. I’ll kiss and make it better,” he laughs and bends down to kiss my ass, though it’s more like he bites a cheek while undoubtedly leaving a mark, and then lets my skin go with a soft kiss.
“You’re crazy.”
“Over you. I want my name tattooed on you.”
“You do?”
“Fuck yeah. I’ve been thinking more and more about it. I want it right there,” he says, his voice dropping down to that tone he uses when we’re loving on each other. I’m looking over my shoulder at him, wanting to see his face. He’s gazing intently on the space above my ass. It’s the area at the small of my back. His large, inked up hand moves across my skin slowly as if he’s seeing something already there. “I want it right here, baby. So, that every time you bend and your shirt rides up, fuckers will see you’re mine. Property of Shaft.”
“Shaft? Not Jax? Not Daddy’s girl?”