Total pages in book: 213
Estimated words: 202770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1014(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 676(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 202770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1014(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 676(@300wpm)
Jax’s gaze jerks to mine, his pale blue eyes scanning my face, concern etched in their depths. “How’s it going for you?”
“Better than expected,” I say. “Can we talk?”
“She means without me,” Savage chimes in. “Good thing I’m not one of those little bitch sensitive guys.” He glances back at me. “I even have a new phone and MacBook headed your way, and you still oust me. No love, no love.”
“Thank you for the phone and MacBook,” I say, as Jax stands up and heads in my direction, all long-legged swagger and intensity. I love it. I love him.
“Where do you want me?” he asks when he steps in front of me.
I bite my bottom lip and consider that truly loaded question. I want him back on the bed and naked. But alas, now is not that time. Thank you, Savage and Chance. Jax’s hands, those perfect hands that I want all over my body, press to my waist and he leans in close. “If you keep looking at me like that, you’ll get Savage kicked out.”
I laugh and catch his hand. “This way.” I turn and lead him into the living room and set him on the couch. I then sit down on the coffee table in front of him.
He catches my hands and plants them on his muscular thighs, his hands on mine, and the scorching look I’m now prisoner to says that he wants me to climb on his lap, right here, right now. And, oh, how I want to climb on his lap right here, right now. “I can send him away.”
“Not yet,” I whisper. “I need you to read the card.”
He arches a brow. “You want me to read the card?”
“I need you and him in my life, Jax. So yes. Please read the card.” I untangle my hands from his and grab it from the table next to me, offering it to him for his taking.
He glances at it and then me. “Are you sure about this?”
“Very.” I press it into his hand. “Read.” I then stand up and walk to the chair Savage sat in earlier, where I can watch his face and read his reaction.
He opens the card and pulls out the letter, spreading it to full size. His gaze finds mine. “You’re sure?”
“Read, Jax.”
He shifts his attention back to the letter, his chiseled jaw set hard, a muscle-flexing back and forth. Gripping the chair, I wait for the softening effect, but it doesn’t come. He is hard. He is unemotional. He inhales sharply and then folds the letter back up and stuffs it in the envelope before he sets it on the table. And when his eyes meet mine, they are filled with judgment intended for Chance.
“He’s going to have to prove every word of that to me.”
That’s not full rejection, and I grab onto that. “He wants to have coffee with me and dinner with us. What do you think?”
He taps the fingers of both of his hands together, and I swear he’s going to break his jaw bone if he clenches it any tighter. “Okay.”
“Okay?” I ask tentatively.
“Yes, baby. I need to make peace with your brother but prepare him. I may have questions after going through these files. I’m not going to sit across from him and bite them back.”
Fighting a smile at his tough act, I scrape my bottom lip with my teeth and push out of the chair, stepping in front of him. My hands settle on his shoulders, and this time, I climb right on his lap. Still, he remains all steely hard man, and I do like a steely hard man.
“Have I told you,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and remembering something he said to me just last week, “how much I like your ass?”
He gives me a serious look, or at least he tries. A deep rumble of laughter escapes his throat, and he catches my hair and pulls my mouth to his.
“Hey there!” Savage yells out. “You’re in mixed company right now.”
“I think you should leave, Savage,” Jax says and then drags my mouth to his, a deep swipe of his tongue drawing a moan from my lips that I cannot contain.
Savage grumbles something and then stomps across the room. Jax and I both laugh now. “You were determined to get him kicked out.” The door opens and shuts. Jax picks me up and starts walking to the bedroom where I plan to do what I’d wanted to do before I slept: rip his clothes off and have my way with him.
Chapter one hundred twenty-one
Jax
We don’t even make it to the bed. That’s how much I crave this woman; how much I hunger for a taste of her. That’s how she ends up against the bedroom wall, my cock thick and hard pressed against her belly, my hands all over her body. My tongue stroking deep and long; a lick, a stroke, a caress, repeat, all right here, right now. Her raspy breathing in between those things, nothing but a fire in my veins that has me stripping her naked with rough, impatient hands. My teeth and lips finding soft skin with a nip and a soothe, here and there. My fingers dragging along her nipple, my hand covering her breast.