Torn (8 page)

“You could always move back in,” Brody
offered at the same time I scowled. He threw his hands up. “Just
want you to know you have options, if you don’t feel safe that is.
What about the other part? What’s the deal? Why’s he suddenly
acting like a big boy?”

“Stop, Brody. Jaxon’s trying to be civilized
and agreeable for my sake and for our daughter. Speaking of which,
we need to make arrangements for the three of us to get together
and come up with a plan. There is no reason we can’t have shared
custody without a bunch of lawyers getting involved.” I prayed
silently that Brody felt the same way. “I want you to be a part of
her life. I always have.”

“I agree. We don’t need anyone else involved
and telling us what to do with our child. We want the same thing
where she is concerned. She needs both her parents.” He reached out
and slid his hand down the side of my large belly. “I will never
try to cut you out of her life.”

“I’m glad we are on the same page then,”
Jaxon’s deep gruff voice resonated from the back of the house.
“There’s no reason we can’t make this work. Just as long as you get
that you and Leila are over. She’s marrying me and I’m really not
tryin’ to be a fuckin’ prick about it, but I want you to know where
I stand.”

I turned to look at him and couldn’t help but
feel the heat in my cheeks. Jaxon stood in the hallway in all his
alpha glory.

Brody’s jaw tightened. “I know exactly where
you stand. My position is that she’s the mother of my child and
that,” he nodded to my stomach, “is my child. I will do whatever I
have to do to protect them, even if that’s from you. With that
said, Lei and I have come to an understanding on our relationship.
I’m sure she will enlighten you.”

“Really, Brody? Did you have to poke the
bear?” Sighing, I shook my head. “Okay, time to go. I need to go to
bed. I’m exhausted.”

“Right. Good night, Lei.” Brody smiled and
nodded to me then cut his eyes to Jax. “Glad you’re home.”

“Right. I bet you are,” Jaxon grumbled under
his breath just loud enough for me to hear.

Shutting the door behind Brody, I turned to
glare at Jaxon. “I heard that. Please don’t feed into him. We will
end up right back where this whole mess started.

“I picked you, not him. I love you in a way I
never loved him. You have me heart and soul. What we have is true,
strong and unbreakable.” Walking up to him, I wrapped my arms
around his perfect waist and whispered in a sultry voice, “Now,
take me to bed.”

“Fuck. That just made me so fuckin’ hard,
babe. You might not get any sleep,” he growled at me as I took off
up the stairs.

That night Jaxon did exactly what he said he
would do: he laid me down in our bed, rubbed my back, and held me
until I feel asleep. That’s not to say he didn’t try like hell to
get a blowjob. His reasoning was that he didn’t have to exert any
energy that might compromise his injuries. My answer was in the
form of a pillow to his face.

Chapter Eight

Leila

Two weeks had flown by in the blink of an
eye. It had been a tough, but good, couple of weeks. Jaxon was the
world’s worst patient, but he was recovering. He pushed himself too
hard and didn’t take any of the restrictions seriously. The only
restriction that was left intact was the no-sex one. Only because I
flat out refused. Which didn’t mean he hadn’t tried. Like every
hour. On the hour. Every day, for two weeks.

Yes, I am about to explode,
and I know he is too.
I’d decided, today, I was going to
give in. I was already thirty-seven weeks along, and didn’t have
much time left before the baby was born and we couldn’t have sex
for several weeks.

Jaxon was in the shower when I put on a black
lace bra, which barely fit, my breasts spilled out of the demi
cups, and I slipped on a matching thong, which was really a joke; I
couldn’t see the damn thing below my belly.

I wished I had something sexy that would
cover my very large, very round belly. But I didn’t. And I
certainly wasn’t wasting another fucking second. Bra and panties
would have to do. Oh, and of course a sexy pair of red patent
leather heels.

I was leaning back on my elbows in the center
of our king-size bed when he strutted out of the bathroom with a
towel swathing his perfect hips. Water still beaded across his
tanned, muscular pecs, now marred by scars that would always remind
me that I almost lost him.

He looked down as he walked out, toweling off
his blond hair. He started to speak before he looked up.

“So, babe, whatcha wanna do—” His chin lifted
and he finally saw me. He stopped dead. The towel in his hands
dropped behind him. “Holy. Fuckin’. Shit.”

“I have a few ideas.” I leered at him as a
seductive smile spread across my face. I sat up and slid off the
bed. And surprisingly, I did it gracefully. I wanted to stop right
there and thank the sex gods above, but I had more on my mind.

“Really? What kinda ideas?” He played along.
His voice was rich, full of lust and need.

“Well, first I was thinkin’ it’s been a
really long, long time since I’ve been able to wrap my lips around
that big, delicious cock of yours.” I sucked in my bottom lip and
slowly dragged it through my teeth, because I knew how it drove him
insane. “Then I was thinking you could bend me over the side of the
bed,” I reached for the towel wrapped around his waist, “and slide
that beautiful, hard cock into my hot. Tight. Wet. Pussy. I was
thinking you might want to fuck me. Soft and slow, then hard and
fast. What do you think about that?”

With my last word, I released the towel and
all of my dirty talk was rewarded. Jax was hard as a steel beam and
already weeping.

“I think you better stop talkin’ and start
actin’.” He gripped the back of my neck and pulled me to him. His
lips slammed down over mine. He walked me backwards to the backless
settee at the foot of our bed. I sat down and wrapped my hand
around the base of his throbbing, hard dick. I bent forward and
licked the thick head from its underside all the way back around,
earning a deep groan. I took him in my mouth and continued to pump
along his base in perfect rhythm.

“Fuck, babe, your mouth is amazin’ but I want
that pussy. Now.” He pulled back. He shoved his hands under my arms
and lifted me to my feet. “Bend over. Hands on the bed, knees on
the bench. And don’t move ’em.”

Oh hell yeah
.

After I perched myself on the bench just as
he demanded, he stood behind me. Gripping himself, he slid his dick
up and down my slippery folds, coating himself in my wetness. He
continued to drag the head of his cock back and forth over my clit,
apply just the right amount of pressure. Just as I thought I might
come, he pushed into me and his hand grabbed my thigh.

“Put your foot up here.” He grabbed my heel
and placed it where my knee had been. Spreading me. He reached
around and his fingers found my aching clit. The moment he slipped
over it I came with a scream.

“Oh fuck, Jaxon.” I threw my head back in
ecstasy. He tilted his hips and continued thrusting into me. He was
controlled and slow, dragging out my climax. As I rode out the last
few quakes, he began to pick up the pace, driving farther into me,
gripping my hips as he slammed into me over and over. Before I knew
it, again, I was falling into that sweet oblivion.

My body was starting to tire. “Babe, I need
to lie down.”

He quickly pulled out and moved me to the
side of the bed. He laid me down on my back and wrapped his arms
around the back of my knees and pulled me to the edge of the bed.
Without hesitation, he drove into my pussy.

I hated this position. I could see him
looking down at me. All I could think about was how fat I must
look.

“Don’t, babe,” he growled. “You’re fucking
gorgeous. Don’t even think it.”

Damn, this man was perfect. He read me like a
book.

He reached up and pulled the lace cups down,
releasing my tits. He rolled both nipples between his fingers.
Tweaking them with just the right amount of pain to cause the
utmost pleasure.

“Oh God, baby, you’re so fuckin’ tight. Damn,
you feel so fuckin’ good,” he moaned between thrusts. He looked
down at me with hooded eyes. “You have any idea how fuckin’ sexy
you are?”

I closed my eyes as his thumb began working
my swollen, needy clit. “Eyes, babe.” He angled his hips up
slightly, causing my eyes to fly open. “I’m there, baby. Come with
me, Lei.”

“Oh fuck, Jax, harder.” I reached down and
started rubbing my clit. He loved watching me.

“Fuck yeah, baby, let me see you make
yourself come.” He was now thrusting wildly as I came all around
him.

“Ahhhhhhh,” I screamed out as he drove into
me hard one last time. I could feel as he swelled and stilled
inside me.

“Damn, I missed you, baby.” He leaned down,
gripped me around my neck and pulled me up to meet his mouth. “I
love you, Leila. Then, now, tomorrow, always.”

“I love you too, Jax,” I whispered between
his soft, sweet pecks.

*****

Later that night he took me by my hand and
led me into our closet. On the back wall behind his suits, near the
top corner was a discreet button. As he pressed the button, he
pulled the rod holding the suits toward us. Behind it was a thick,
black metal door with a keypad. He pressed a series of numbers and
pushed the door open. We had a panic room in our house. Really. A
panic room. I didn’t know if that was reassuring.

The room was outfitted with security
monitors, a couch, a tiny bathroom, a fridge, and a pantry stocked
with food. Once it was activated it could only be opened from the
inside. Jaxon made me remember the code.

0624198704212015

My birthday, and my due date. Then we chose a
word that would mean it was safe for me to open the door—only if he
were on the other side.
Quantico
. It was
where he went to school. Sniper training.

I prayed I’d never see the inside of that
room ever again.

Chapter Nine

Leila

Lying in bed the next morning, I finally got
the courage to ask Jax about quitting.

“Honey,” I whispered, dragging my hand across
his chest lightly to wake him.

Blinking a few times, he wiped the sleep from
his eyes and rolled to his side to mirror my position. “Hey,
Princess, what time is it?”

“Why don’t you quit?” I asked gently,
genuinely wanting to know.

“Quit? What, the club?” He frowned and
instantly I regretted asking, but I kept going. I couldn’t see him
lying in a hospital bed riddled with bullets again.

“Yeah, why not have them pull you out? You
almost died, Jaxon. Is it really worth you dying?”

“Lei, I’ve put my blood, sweat, tears, and
almost my life on the line for this op. Spent more than three years
going on runs, getting these lowlife asswipes to trust me, and
watchin’ God only knows how many crimes these animals have
committed. I’ve seen good people die for no reason. Those people
deserve justice, Leila,” he sighed. “If I give up now, then the
last three years will have been for nothing.”

“If you get killed it will have been for
nothing, Jaxon. I cannot live without you. We,” I grabbed his hand
and placed it on my very pregnant belly, “can’t live without you.
And we don’t want to.”

“Babe, this is what I do. It’s who I am.
Please don’t ask me to walk away from this.” I knew if I pressed
the issue, I might not like the end results.

“I guess I don’t understand, Jaxon. I get
that you want to get justice and arrest these guys but why can’t
someone else do it?” I sincerely wanted to understand.

He brushed the hair from my face. “For as
long as I can remember I’ve wanted to make sure the bad guys go
down. In this case, Drill more than Mark and the club. I feel
fuckin’ awful lying to Mark, but he chose his path, the same as I
did.”

“Are you going be able to put your personal
feelings aside and arrest him when it comes time?”

“I’ve always prided myself on being loyal. To
my country, my unit, my guys, you, but Mark is a target. He’s the
president of an MC that helps the cartel traffic drugs. So to
answer your question, yeah. When it comes time to bust this shit
wide open, I’ll have no problem arresting him.” His voice calm, he
never wavered.

“I thought you two were close.” I
shrugged.

“That’s what I want him and everyone else to
think. He’s not a bad guy, and he didn’t choose to be in bed with
the Mexicans, but he accepted the job and hands out the
orders.”

Lying there, I thought about all of the runs
over the last few months. Mark’d had dinner with us, sat with me in
the hospital.

“Jesus.” Jaxon flew off the bed. Just as I
was about to ask what caused him to freak out I saw a black snout
on the side of the bed. “Ruger, go lie down. Damn it, dog, keep
your cold, wet nose off my ass.”

I clamped my hand over my mouth. “He probably
needs to use the bathroom, baby.”

“Doesn’t mean he needs to scare the shit out
of me. Fuck.” Jaxon huffed and puffed, trying to catch his breath.
“Come on, ya fucker, let’s go outside.”

Ruger was already way ahead of him, dancing
at our door. While the boys were outside I used the bathroom myself
and brushed my teeth. I decided to climb back in bed and enjoy a
lazy Sunday for a change.

Later that day, after lounging all morning, I
dragged Jaxon up to the second floor bathroom and trimmed his blond
locks. He obviously hadn’t cut his hair the entire time we had been
apart.
And don’t get me started on his
face.
I’d seen Wookies with less facial hair. He kept the
beard, but agreed to trim it down.

“Hey, Jax,” I hollered up the stairs from the
second-floor laundry room. “Can you bring the laundry down? I don’t
have enough for a full load.”