Torn (15 page)

“We are not havin’ sex on the table. I was
teasing.” I played the part and pretended to be outraged. I loved
getting him all riled up.

“Don’t worry, baby, we’re not havin’ sex on
the table. I’m fuckin’ you on the dining room table.” With that he
gripped his thick girth and rubbed the head back and forth through
my pussy, coating himself. While meaning to tantalize him, I ended
up turning myself on so much I was almost dripping wet. The thought
and anticipation of feeling him inside of me, driving in and out,
was almost enough to make me explode the first time he rubbed the
head of his cock over my clit.

“Ohhhh.” I threw my head back and arched my
back off the table. Taking advantage of my position, Jax reached
forward, slid his hand under my shirt, and grabbed my breast,
tweaking my nipple. In one swift motion, he drove into me as I
screamed. “Oh God, Jaxon.”

“Fuck, babe,” he grunted in rhythm to his
thrusts.

“Oh, I’m so close, don’t stop.”

As I pleaded with him, I heard the front door
open. “Hey, Lei, you down here?”

Barb! Damn her straight to hell.

“Oh. My. God,” Barb shrieked as she spun and
bolted from the dining room. “I’ll never,
ever,
be able to unsee that. Jesus, who has sex on
their dining room table?”

“Fuckin’ Christ, Barb, don’t you ever knock?”
Jaxon growled, still buried deep inside me.

“Jax, get off me.” I attempted to push him
off me, but he wasn’t having it.

“No, she can wait outside.” He continued to
thrust forward as he slipped his thumb over my clit.

God, he felt so good. I was seriously torn
about making him stop, I was so close to coming. As if he could
sense my reluctance, he quickened his pace, essentially making the
decision for me. A loud moan escaped my lips and a split second
later I heard the front door again. I prayed she was alone. The
last thing I wanted was Viper coming in here seeing my lily white,
fat, pregnant ass.

Jaxon didn’t take his time finishing as he
normally did, but he sure as shit didn’t rush. The minute he
finished I grabbed my leggings and ran—okay, I didn’t run but I
waddled quickly—to the bathroom to get cleaned up and dressed. When
I came out of the bathroom, Jax was grinning like the Cheshire cat
in the kitchen with an eye-rolling Barb.

“You really need to consider getting your ass
waxed if y’all are gonna be havin’ sex all over the house.” Barb’s
face was still twisted in disgust.

“You’re fuckin’ nuts, chick. Just don’t walk
in the front door like you own the place and you won’t have to look
at my hairy ass, ’cause I’ve seen
The
40 Year-Old Virgin
and yeah… That shit’s
not happenin’.” Jaxon grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and
twisted the cap off.

Clearing my throat, I signaled my arrival in
the kitchen. “Hey, Barb, sorry about that,” cutting my eyes to Jax,
“some of us can’t make it to the bedroom.”

“That was not my fault. You offered the
dining room table, I took it.” Jax pulled a large swig of his Bud
Light before resting it on the granite countertop. “Besides, this
is our house, I’ll fuck you wherever I damn well want. Dining room,
stairs, front yard, or in our bedroom. I don’t care.”

“You might not, you big Neanderthal, but I
do. I don’t want people seeing me naked. Especially when I’m nine
months pregnant and look like a whale.”

Simultaneously Barb and Jaxon fussed at me
about making fun of my size, saying that I was small compared to
most women nine months along. Finally I agreed, I was too tired to
argue anymore.

“So what’s up? You normally don’t just drop
by without calling.” Crossing the kitchen, I opened the
refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. “You want a beer or
glass of wine?”

“Yeah, I’ll have a beer, maybe I can drink
the image of Remi’s ass out of my mind.” She sneered at Jax then
looked back to me. “I just wanted to see if we could make plans for
next weekend. I was thinkin’ we could have one last girls’ night
before the baby comes. Maybe dinner?” She grabbed the beer from me
then sat down at the island.

“That might be a good idea, babe,” Jaxon
answered, leaning on the white farmhouse sink. “Mark wants to have
church next Saturday. We’ve got lots to handle, so I may be late.
This way you’re not home alone, waitin’ on me.”

Ah, I see what this
is.
Jax probably called Barb to babysit me. I wasn’t sure
who was more freaked out about me being alone in this house and
refused to admit it: Jaxon or me. I decided I needed to find
out.

“I would be fine by myself, Jaxon. No
offense, Barb, you know I love you and I would love to have a
girls’ night, but I don’t need you babysitting me. I’m perfectly
capable of staying in the house alone.” My voice had gone up two
octaves, and I realized I was shouting.

“Babe,” he said gently.

Damn, damn, dammit. I was scared, and I hated
it. Hated Drill for bringing that into our home. Hated the way it
made Jaxon think he let me down. Hated the whole fucking thing.

“Lei.” Barb grabbed my hand. “No one had any
idea that Drill guy was gonna lose his shit and go all Buffalo Bill
and wanna make a Leila dress.”

Leave it to Barb to break the tension. I
burst out laughing at her
Silence of the
Lambs
reference. “Well, I’m glad to know you think Drill was
going to drop me in a well.”

“Don’t forget wear your skin as a maxi
dress,” she added with a smirk.

“Babe.” Jaxon’s jaw twitched. No levity for
him. “You have to know if I had any idea Drill would go after you I
would’ve never left you alone. I love you more than anything else
in this world. I’d never put you or the baby in jeopardy.” He
pushed off the counter and walked over to me. “I know you think I
put Barb up to this, but I swear I had nothin’ to do with her
plans.”

He tucked a mess of curls behind my ear,
leaned down and gave me a sweet, perfect kiss as he wrapped his
arms around me.

“Honey, I know you’d never intentionally hurt
me. I just hate the thought that you don’t think I can take care of
myself.” Standing on my tippy toes, I gave him another quick
peck.

“Barf. You two are givin’ me diabetes over
here. Take that sweet, sappy shit to the bedroom.” Barb pretended
to shove her finger down her throat.

“Blah, blah, blah.” Pulling away from Jax, I
turned my overinflated stomach back in her direction. “What time do
you want to do girls’ night?”

“How about I pick you up here? I will let you
know about a time once I make a reservation for dinner,” she said
as she brought the brown bottle back to her lips.

“Babe, I gotta make a call. I’ll be back in a
few.” Jaxon pulled his cell out of his pocket and exited through
the back door

“Okay, now that he’s gone. What the hell is
up with sex on the dining room table?? I’ll never be able to eat a
meal on that table without seeing his ass or picturing him fucking
you ruthlessly. Which, by the way, holy hell, his cock is
huge.”

“Jesus Christ, Barb. Filter. Ughhhhh, you
perv. I was attempting to tease him but he took me seriously and
before I knew what was happening I was half-naked and he was
already inside me. Annnnnnnd…he’s reeeeally good at what he was
doing.” I shrugged. “So who am I to stop him?” I let out a little
giggle.

“Hell yeah, get it while you can, because
once the baby is born it will be about six to eight weeks with no
sex.”

“Don’t remind me. Jax is a hornball after a
few days. I can’t imagine what two months with no sex is gonna do
to him.” I grimaced at the thought of abstaining for that long.

Barb and I sat in the kitchen talking for
another hour while Jax went to the grocery store and grabbed
something to cook for a late lunch. He’d been sweet, cooking for us
so I didn’t have to stand on my feet in the kitchen for too
long.

Once he got home, Barb decided she was going
to make tacos with red beans and rice for us. Jaxon of course
started worrying that the spicy food might send me into labor. I
said, “Bring it on.”

I was so over being pregnant. The
indigestion, swelling, weight gain, and not being able to see my
feet. Yeah, it all sucked. But when I felt my little monkey
bouncing around inside of me, I knew it was all worth it. I
constantly worried I wouldn’t be as good of a mom as my mom was to
Drew and me. She loved us so much. And while I loved this child, I
couldn’t help but be terrified I wouldn’t be enough.

*****

Later that day Jaxon and I were sitting on
the couch when I grabbed his hand and placed it on my belly. “Feel
that?”

Grinning ear to ear, he said, “Yeah, it’s
still so crazy to think that not too long ago she was just a little
lima bean and now I can see her movin’ around in there.”

“Hey, I was thinking, I want to do maternity
pictures.” I grabbed the jar of belly butter.

“Okay, so call someone and go do it.” He
flipped through the channels on the TV.

“No, I mean I want you to be in them with
me,” I explained as I rubbed the salve on my stomach.

“Wait, what? Me?” He stopped channel surfing
and looked at me.

“Oh, I like this movie.” I looked at the TV.
“Yeah, I want you to be in the pictures with me.”

“You tryin’ to tell me that I need to go to
the gym?” he teased.

“No, dork. I just want you to go with me and
if the photographer can pose you in some of the pictures then that
would be great.” I decide to egg him on and secure a victory. “If
you don’t wanna, then that’s okay. I’ll do it myself.” I
pouted.

“Fuck. Put the lip away, babe. I’ll go, I
guess,” he huffed.

My cell started ringing and, as if he knew
what we were talking about him—Brody.

"I swear to Christ, if I didn’t know better,
I’d think he has our house bugged,” Jax muttered.

Rolling my eyes, I answered it before it
rolled to voicemail. “Hey, Brody, what’s up?”

“Nothing, uhh, I just wanted to check in and
see how you were feeling.” He sounded distracted.

“I’m good.” Sensing something else was going
on, I pressed. “Brody, what’s really going on? You sound weird. Are
you okay?”

“Huh, oh yeah, I’m fine. I’m just at work and
you know what, never mind. I really got to run, I just wanted to
make sure you were okay.” He still sounded off, not himself.

“B, are you at the office? Is someone there
with you?” I started to panic. All I could see was Drill’s
face.

“I’m at the office and yes, Sara is here with
me. Sorry, Lei, I just have a crisis here with a settlement. I have
to run. I’ll call you later.” Brody abruptly hung up.

Pulling the phone from my ear, I quickly
called Drew. “Drew, damn it, pick up your phone,” I muttered under
my breath.

“Hey, sis, what’s happenin’?”

“Drew, I think something is wrong with Brody.
I need you to go to his office and check on him. I might be
panicking over nothing, but he just called me and sounded really
weird. He said it was just a settlement problem, but I don’t know.
I just have this feeling something isn’t right.”

“Jesus, Lei, take a breath. What did he say
that made you think something was wrong?” Drew asked calmly, which
aggravated the shit out of me. Didn’t he understand? Brody was, I
didn’t know what…in trouble?

“Can you please just go over? And call me
when you get there?” I begged.

“Fine, I’ll drive over. I’ll call you in a
few minutes and then you can chill the fuck out. You’re gonna
stress yourself into labor. Relax.”

“Drew, I’ll relax when you call me back. Ten
minutes, Drew, hurry.” With that I hung up and faced Jax, who heard
the whole conversation.

“I swear, something isn’t right. I can feel
it. He just…I don’t know how to explain it. I just know it.
Something has happened.”

His face was impassive, and I didn’t have the
energy to try to figure out what he was thinking.

Chapter Twenty-one

Brody

Sitting at the large walnut desk my father
had custom made, I stared at the letter that was delivered via a
bike messenger thirty minutes ago.

If you want the bitch and
your baby to live meet me at 10 p.m. tonight airstrip on Johns
Island. $200K cash. Alone. No cops or I will perform the C-section
myself as you watch.

Clearly that fucking idiot didn’t think I’d
call Leila to find out if she was safe. I had no doubt the note was
from the same asshole who’d tried unsuccessfully to abduct her less
than a week ago. Lowlife scum, Barry “Drill” Vincent.

In the last few days I’d had a security team
assembled and my investigator dig up everything they could on this
piece of shit. He had an arrest record as thick as a phone book but
like Teflon, nothing seemed to stick. He had a few minor
convictions but nothing that amounted to more than a year in
jail.

Drew had a uniformed officer stationed in
front of Jaxon and Leila’s house, but that wasn’t enough. She
needed someone on her twenty-four seven, so I hired a few guys to
follow her when she left the house. While Jaxon had been busy with
the club, I had multiple cameras secreted around the perimeter tied
to alarms to notify the team when someone entered the property.

Poor Sara thought I’d gone off the deep end
and Jane said that if Leila knew of my activities she’d call me a
stalker. I just wanted to protect my daughter and her mother. As
the father, that was my right and my duty.

Hearing her voice on the other end of the
phone was such a relief. I hoped Jaxon would call if anything were
to happen. He was so wrapped up in himself and his fucking
assignment that he was not putting Lei and the baby first. He
should have never left her alone. I wouldn’t have ever let her out
of my sight if I were in his position, not with the knowledge he
had on this sociopath.