Chapter 10

TEN

SMOKE

How did I get so lucky?

If you would have asked me a couple of months ago, I would have never imagined what happiness was like. I would have told you I was happy, but it would have been a lie. The truth is, I was miserable. Tired of fucking random women from the club and living under the rule of another. I needed to break away and do my own thing.

Then I did, and life seemed better, but still not great. I felt restless. Always looking for another reason to run.

Then I met Kelly, and that need to escape disappeared. I went from wanting to be on the open road to wanting to be wherever she is within a matter of hours. She changed my life.

Hearing her giggle as I carry her down the hall is like music to my ears. I always want my girl to be happy. To be laughing and joyful. To live her best life.

Once I step into the last room down the hall, I close the door. Then I set her down, pinning her against it.

“Is this your room?” she asks, looking around.

There’s nothing in here except an old table with a sheet over it. Otherwise, the room is bare.

“It’s our room,” I whisper against her neck before kissing it.

She shivers in my hold at the contact, so I do it again, nibbling her skin a bit.

“Jax,” she breathes out.

“I am so proud of you, dollface. You stood up to those assholes and showed them your true strength.”

“Only because I had you there to back me up,” she admits.

I cup her face, making her look at me. “You did that. It doesn’t matter if you felt safe enough to do it because I was there or not, you were the one who stepped forward and spoke your truth. I couldn’t do that for you. You had to be brave enough to do it yourself, and you did. I am so proud of you for that. You deserve a treat after that performance.”

“Really? You think so?” she asks, tears shining in her eyes.

“Watching you put those men in their place was sexy, baby. Turned me on. I’ve been hard for you since. Now let me show you how good I am going to be to you.”

She doesn’t say anything as I drop to my knees in front of her. The little business skirt she is wearing wasn’t meant for riding, but fuck if it isn’t meant for doing naughty shit with. I almost always want her in a skirt now just so I will always be able to do this anytime and anywhere I want.

I let my hands trail up between her legs, feeling the nylon against her skin. Then I let my lips follow the same path. When I get to her core, she is already soaking through her panties. Gripping the nylon with my teeth, I pull, loving the gasp she lets when she hears the fabric rip. Then I reach up, pulling her panties aside before my tongue can dip into her sweet spot. I hike one leg over my shoulder, holding her at her hip as I continue to tease her. She hums with pleasure, her head falling back on the door with a thud as I focus my attention on her clit. My girl enjoys some penetration, but her clit is what gets her off. I learned that real quick, and I won’t ever forget it.

“Jax, it feels so good. I need more,” she moans out, her hand falling on top of my head.

I hum against her, flicking her clit with my tongue while I slip two fingers inside of her. I didn’t quite find her G-spot the first time, but I’m determined to find it this time.

I continue to work her with my fingers and tongue, searching for the elusive spot when all of a sudden her moan becomes high pitch every time I thrust my fingers.

Smirking against her, I renew my efforts, rubbing harder and faster. When I can feel her on the cusp, I suck her clit hard. She screams out as her body clenches so hard around my fingers they are almost forced out of her. A gush of liquid comes out, surprising me. I’ve never made a woman squirt before. It makes me only want her more. I want to do it again and again until she soaks the bed so her scent never leaves. I keep thrusting gently, my free arm the only thing holding her up at this point.

When she finally pushes me away, I look up at her and smile. She looks so blissed out, so happy. It’s the look I always want to see on her face. Every single day for the rest of our lives.

“Dollface, I have something important to ask you.”

She looks down at me, her breathing still labored, and I stand, cupping her face before taking her lips. I know she can taste herself on me, but I don’t even care. I need to taste her.

When I finally pull back, she looks at me. “What is it?”

“I know it’s quick, but when you know, you know. I want you to be my old lady. I haven’t had any doubts. I was only waiting because I thought it would be too soon for you, but fuck it. I can’t take another day without my name on your back. Please tell me you will accept.” I am begging at this point, but I don’t care.

For her, I will beg, plead, steal, and lie. I will do whatever I need to do to keep her with me.

“Yes, Jax,” she says confidently.

“Are you sure? It’s for life. I will never let you go.”

I don’t even know why I’m trying to talk her out of it right now. I feel like I need to, though.

“Would you seriously let me go if I said no?” she teases.

“Well, no.”

“I wouldn’t want you to. So yes, Jax. I will be yours.” She cups my cheek, kissing me softly.

“That means you will be known as Smoke’s old lady,” I tell her.

“Has a nice ring to it, I think? Don’t you?” She wraps her arms around me, hugging me.

“It sure does,” I tell her, not wanting anything else in this world, but her.

Kelly

We slept at the clubhouse last night.

It wasn’t perfect. The air conditioning needs some work, so we had to leave the windows open, and without a truck, we couldn’t go pick up mattresses, but it doesn’t matter.

I’m with Jax. That’s all I care about.

After a quick run to the local superstore, the guys came back with an air mattress for us. They said they were content to sleep on the ground. They also bought some throw blankets they could easily store on their bikes.

It felt a lot like camping. I didn’t have a pillow, but I didn’t need one. Jax was happy enough to let me use him as my own personal body pillow. It was the best night of sleep I have ever gotten.

That’s why I’m a little disoriented as I wake up. I expect Jax to be next to me, but he’s not. Pulling on his shirt that was left on the floor, I walk the halls looking for him. It’s quiet.

When I step into what will be the main room, I’m startled when I see Gunner sitting there scrolling through his phone.

I feel a little self-conscious, but I clear my throat anyway.

He looks up at me and immediately averts his eyes.

“What’s up, Kel?” he asks.

“Where’s Jax?” I ask.

“He went to get some food with the guys. Asked me to stay behind in case you needed anything. Also, with the guys, you should call him Smoke. He won’t tell you that because you can do anything, and it won’t be wrong in his eyes, but it’s a sign of respect for the guys,” he tells me.

“Oh. Thank you, Gunner. Please do tell me if I do something wrong. I want this to work.”

He meets my eyes. “It will. I knew from the moment he met you, you know.”

“You did? How?” I ask.

“He introduced himself as Jax. He hasn’t done that since he was a kid. When he did that, I knew you were going to be the one for him. I’m glad it is you.”

“Me too.”

Before we can continue, the door opens, and a bunch of rowdy men come in. I smile shyly as Jax makes his way to me. He picks me up, nuzzling my neck.

“I missed you,” he tells me.

“I missed you too. Maybe I can go put some pants on?” I whisper to him.

He chuckles, setting me down, but then his hand comes up under my shirt, and his eyes change.

“Room now,” he demands.

I turn and run down the hall as he tells the guys we will be out soon.

As soon as we are in the room, he turns me around, stripping me of his shirt.

“Such a naughty girl going out there like this. Tell me, did Gunner look at you? Do I have to kill my best friend?” His tone is gravelly, dark.

“N-no. He made it a point not to,” I tell him.

He smirks. “Good. All fours on the bed, now.”

I do as he asks. I hear his clothes rustle, then I can feel him behind me.

“This is my ass.” He smacks my ass making me hiss. “My pussy.” He sticks a finger in my pussy, thrusting hard. “My mouth.” He pulls me up, turning my face to take my mouth with his. “Mine. You are mine.”

“Yours,” I breathe out. “All yours.”

Within seconds, he is thrusting into me, holding my body to his as he fucks me. His eyes never leave mine, though. He keeps a hold of me so I can’t move. When his hand moves down my body, tweaking my nipples, I nearly combust, but it’s not enough. I need more.

“Jax,” I cry out.

“I know, dollface. I know what you need.”

And he does. His hand finds my clit, and he flicks and pinches it until I finally come. Seconds later, I feel him jerking inside of me, filling me with his familiar warmth.

“One day, I’m going to put a baby in you. You are going to look so fucking gorgeous all swollen with my baby. God, that has me hard again.”

I am panting as he holds my entire body weight against him. I think he is going to go again, but then my stomach makes a noise.

“Let’s get you food first. Go to the bathroom and clean up. I’ll grab the clothes I got for you.”

He lays me down gently, kissing my forehead.

“You went and got me clothes?” I ask.

He kneels down so he is face to face with me. “Of course. I figured you would want something new to wear today.”

“I love you,” I blurt out.

Then I cringe. It is way too soon for that. He’s going to think I’m a stage-five clinger. I know he said forever last night, but I don’t think he was ready for this. I just fucked all of this up.

I am so busy panicking that my breathing must change because he kisses me. He kisses me until I’m melting into him once more.

When he pulls back, he has a glimmer of wetness in his eyes. “I love you, dollface. Never question it.”

With that, he leaves to get my clothes, and I’m left a mess.

Standing, I move into the connecting bathroom and clean up the best I can, using his old shirt to dry off. When I step out, he is dressed and waiting for me. He holds out a pretty sundress that must have been in the back of my closet. I pull it on quickly, not missing the heat in his eyes.

He doesn’t say anything, though. Only kisses the back of my hand as he leads me from the room and down the hall.

When we get there, the guys are all sitting around on the floor with food out in front of them, but they aren’t eating.

“Why aren’t they eating?” I whisper to Jax.

It’s Mac that answers me, though.

“We try to eat as a family when we can. Since this is the first breakfast in the new clubhouse, we wanted to eat together.”

It’s touching. It feels like a family. I’ve missed this. Having people to count on and who want to spend time with me.

Jax sits on the floor, pulling me in his lap. Gunner brings us over some breakfast sandwiches and hashbrowns.

“To the Saint’s Outlaws Pensacola Chapter. May we be prosperous and safe,” Jax calls out.

The men echo his words then they all dig in.

Just like that, I have everything I have ever wanted.

A man who loves me and a family who would die for me.

Life can’t get any better.