Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Zoey

THE LAST THREE months have been hard as fuck. I’ve been going out of my mind with boredom as I remained in bed unless I had to go to the doctor. Jameson has done everything in his power to make sure I don’t lose my mind completely, but he’s had to go to church and do a few other things for the club. Reaper isn’t letting him go on runs yet, but it’s only a matter of time before he has to leave on one. Especially since I was just taken off of bed rest. Nothing has happened since I started bleeding when that stupid fucker had me and I’ve had an ultrasound done every month since then. Everything with the twins looks great and they’re growing as they should be. So, Dr. Morris has agreed to let me out of bed unless something else happens. Now, I can go to work and back home. I’m also able to sit at the clubhouse. However, she doesn’t want me returning to school so I’m currently taking my classes online and I find that I prefer that right now.

Alicia and I are still in constant contact. We study together on video chat so I can see her and everyone else I’ve made friends with at school. It’s different but we make it work because this is important to all of us. When we’re not studying, Alicia and I still talk. She just started dating one of the guys in our group, Jeremy. He’s a good guy and really shy. I don’t know that I’ve heard him speak more than a handful of words since we met unless he’s contributing to our discussions in our study sessions. Alicia actually asked him out and he said yes. She’s told me about their relationship and it’s cute as fuck. They’re both really great people and deserve to find happiness with one another. We plan on meeting up for lunch one day soon so she can meet Jameson properly and so I can see Jeremy away from school. Alicia says he’s different when there aren’t a ton of people around. I just hope my husband doesn’t scare him because Jameson definitely has that effect on people who don’t know him. We’ll see what happens.

Reagan and I have been spending a ton of time together. She spends more time at the clubhouse than at home so she can see me. Xavier is the cutest little guy and is running her ragged. He’s into everything and nothing holds him back. Trax doesn’t help when he chases X all over the clubhouse and gets him wound up before leaving him with us again. That man is gonna be the death of my best friend. But, she loves him and simply indulges his whims and looks on with nothing less than true love when she watches Trax. She just found out she’s pregnant again and I couldn’t be happier for my friend. She’s an amazing mom and I hope she has the houseful of kids she’s always wanted. I’m glad Trax took a chance on her and didn’t let the fear of her medical condition chase him away. Instead, he researched everything he’d need to know to help his wife and is constantly watching her to make sure nothing happens to her. The same that Jameson does for me with this pregnancy.

Kingston has been to visit when he can. He rides in and spends the day with me before heading back home. I don’t know what’s going on with him, but something has changed and he doesn’t talk about it. Kingston and I have an understanding between us. Neither one of us pushes the other to talk about shit we aren’t ready to disclose. He knows I’ll be here when he’s ready to open up just like I know he’ll always be there for me. Part of me wonders if it’s getting ready to move. Vault has started a new club close to Cedar Bay where my brothers are and most of the guys in my Gramps chapter are moving down to be with Vault and Valor. Until recently, they’ve been running the club with some of the guys from the Nomad chapter of the Phantom Bastards. Those guys don’t stick in one place for long and I’m surprised they’ve lasted as long as they have while the guys finished growing up and getting ready to make the move. Kingston loves his parents and siblings so this move is going to be hard as hell on him. He’s a mama’s boy just like I’m a daddy’s girl. I miss Kingston when he’s not around and now it’s gonna be even worse because he’ll be farther away from me. But, he’s gotta live his own life the way he’s meant to. I just hope he finds the happiness he deserves to have in his life.

I’m still seeing my counselor. I only talk to her once a week now. Honestly, I’m proud of the way I’ve been dealing with my healing and getting over everything that’s happened to me. Jameson has sat in on a few sessions with me and we’ve really gotten to dig deep into everything from our past and worked through it. I don’t have nightmares like I was when I came home from the hospital and I’m finally starting to feel as if I can overcome anything that tries to stop me from accomplishing my goals. There’s only one area I haven’t talked about with my counselor. That’s the relationship I have with Jameson when it comes to sex. He hasn’t touched me since I was taken and held hostage. Dr. Morris has cleared me to resume all activities including sex as long as I’m careful and listen to my body. I want my husband more than ever before and there’s no getting rid of the ache I feel deep inside when he’s around. Still, he won’t touch me more than holding me when we’re in bed. If something doesn’t change soon, I might have to talk to my counselor about it because it’s driving me insane.

Dr. Morris is allowing me to work three days a week for Alex at Rhythm and Grace because I don’t do much more than sit in a chair and answer phones, take payments, and that kind of stuff. She’s also approved of me spending a half hour dancing carefully after my shifts when the studio is empty and I can work with Alex. It’s a form of exercise I can still do with how big I’ve gotten over the last three months. Jameson still sits in and watches when I dance with Alex. The biggest change is that he doesn’t get up and dance with me any longer. He remains sitting on the floor and doesn’t get up until I’m ready to leave for the day. Alex sees the change and we’ve talked a little about it. She doesn’t understand what’s going on with him anymore than I do. I’m ready to tell him to go fuck himself though and make him watch me take care of the problem myself. That’s how desperate I’m getting.

Today I’ve been focusing on completing my schoolwork. I’m almost done with all of my classes even though there’s still time left in the semester. All of my projects and papers have been done. All that’s really left for me is the reading, taking notes, and the work that we turn in as homework. I’m glad that I got some amazing professors who have been working with me since I got taken out of school and put on bedrest. They let me turn everything in early as I finish it and let me choose who I work with on group projects and papers. Thankfully I have someone from my study group in almost all of my classes because I just choose one of them to work with. It’s easy for us to work together since we’ve gotten used to talking and working together over video chat.

Tits has been taken off of probation in the club. She’s changed her ways and has started cooking, cleaning, and doing what she’s supposed to. She even shocked the hell out of me when she came up as I was sitting with Jameson, Reagan, and Trax to apologize for how she treated me. Anyone from the club who was sitting in the common room at the time heard her apology and they now see her go out of her way to help me with whatever I need when I’m there. Tits is constantly making sure I have my apple juice or a bottle of water. She never opens them, knowing I prefer to open them once they’re in my hand after everything. When it’s time for a meal and we’re at the clubhouse, she goes through the line first and makes me a plate before waiting her turn after everyone else. I’m really happy that she’s changed her ways because she’s honestly a good person who chose to believe in the wrong person. I don’t even think Tits is fucking anyone right now as she focuses on herself. No one’s gonna stop her from doing that. Especially Alex. They’ve met behind closed doors a few times and Alex never spills Tits’ secrets.

My day has been extremely productive. I’ve gotten two classes completely finished and all of my work turned in to my professors. I’ve gotten the laundry that Jameson carried into the laundry room done. Everything is washed, dried, and folded. The baskets are now waiting on the counter for my husband to carry upstairs for me. I can’t do that and he’d chew me a new ass if I even attempted to this far into my pregnancy. I’ve also started dinner. There’s a roast in the crockpot and I’ll cook the mashed potatoes and gravy soon. I also plan on making some roasted asparagus. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this productive and feel as if I’ve actually accomplished something.

“Kitten, I’m home,” Jameson calls out as I stand in the kitchen and listen to music while waiting to put the rest of dinner on.

“In the kitchen,” I tell him, my voice hard and cold as I glare in the direction he’ll come from.

Jameson comes in the kitchen and immediately stops the second he sees me. He looks me over from head to toe and I know he’s making sure I’m not injured somehow. While I appreciate his need to ensure I’m not hurt and nothing is going on with the twins until it’s time for me to have them, our relationship and marriage can’t just be about that. I need the intimacy with him. To know that he still wants me as much as I want him. With how he avoids touching me unless it’s bed time, I truly don’t believe my husband wants me at all anymore. The thought of that alone has tears filling my eyes.

“What’s wrong, kitten?” Jameson asks, walking up to me and pulling me into his arms.

I fight against his hold until he lets me go and makes sure I’m steady before giving me the space I need.

“You’re what’s wrong, Jameson. Do you truly not fucking see what’s wrong with our relationship?” I question him, my voice filled with the anger coursing through me as I look at him and only him.

“What are you talkin’ about, kitten? There’s nothin’ wrong with our relationship. We’ve been spendin’ time together, talkin’ about everythin’, and I haven’t been pushin’ you away or anythin’. What are we lackin’?” he asks, confusion filling his face as I fight the need to slap him so he wakes the fuck up and sees how he’s hurting me now.

“You told me you’d spend the rest of your life showing me how much you love me and that you’d never hurt me again. Yet, you hurt me every fucking day and don’t even know what the hell I’m talking about. Yes, we do everything you just said. But there’s one area that we’re definitely lacking in these days. Ever since I was taken by that asshole, you haven’t touched me. You hold me when we’re in bed and still touch me when we’re sitting together or driving to an appointment or something, but that’s it. You haven’t had sex with me or even look at me as if you still want me since then. I told you he didn’t rape me and yet you no longer want me. Are you fucking someone else, Jameson?” I ask him, the tears finally spilling over as I look at him and try to figure out where we went so wrong.

“You really think I don’t want you, kitten?” he asks and I nod in response as he steps up to me, our bodies pressed together. “I want you every fuckin’ day. I’ve never wanted another person more than you in my entire fuckin’ life, Zoey. You were the one who was taken and almost sexually assaulted. The nightmares and everythin’ are finally goin’ away and I don’t want to fuckin’ bring them back because I want to fuck you. I’ve taken more fuckin’ showers in the last three months since you were told you could resume all normal activities than when I first learned what my cock was for. Every night I lay in bed with you in my arms, imaginin’ all the ways I want to fuck you. Things we haven’t even attempted to explore since we started havin’ sex. What I refuse to do is push you beyond your limits and set you back in your recovery. I would never fuckin’ cheat on you with anyone. No one will ever compare to you, kitten, and that’s the fuckin’ truth.”

“Jameson, I want you to fuck me. I need to know you still want me and that our marriage is more than in name only. Please, make me feel as if you still want me,” I plead with my husband.

Jameson doesn’t hesitate to press in even closer and wrap his arms around me. We’re as close as we can get with my stomach in between us. The twins kick in response to feeling their daddy as Jameson lowers his head and presses his lips against mine. In seconds, I open my mouth for him and he doesn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss while lifting me in his arms as if I weigh nothing at all. My husband doesn’t break the kiss as he leaves the kitchen and carries me up to our room. I honestly don’t know how we’re gonna have sex with how huge I am. My stomach is no longer a baby bump. It’s large and constantly gets in the way because I’m short and have to find new ways to do everything because my stomach is always pressing into the counter or wherever else I am.

I’m carefully laid on the bed as Jameson finally breaks the kiss leaving me a panting heap in front of him. He reaches the hem of my shirt and lifts it from my body, his rough hands skimming the soft, sensitive skin of my sides as I squirm under the feel of his hands on me after so long. I’m not wearing a bra today so once my shirt is completely removed I’m exposed to Jameson. He stares at my body and lets his eyes slowly travel from the top of my head to my chest, and finally down to my stomach. Reaching out once again, he slides my leggings and panties from my body at the same time, dropping them on the floor at the side of the bed as soon as my feet are free of them.

“So fuckin’ sexy, kitten. I’ll never get enough of your body,” he says, his words wrapping around me in a soft embrace because I can see the truth of them in the way he’s looking down at me.

Jameson strips out of his clothes and lets them fall to the floor after setting his cut on the dresser. He moves to the closet and walks back out with my rag in his hands and a mischievous smirk on his sexy face that’s covered in the five o’clock shadow I love so much on him. My husband walks straight up to the edge of the bed and reaches out to help me up. Once I’m sitting in front of him, Jameson slides my rag on my body and moves my hair so it’s over my shoulders and out of the way. He moves me around so I’m on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed before I watch him grab a pillow and place it under my stomach.

“Are you comfortable, kitten?” he asks, ready to grab another pillow if I’m not comfortable.

“I’m okay, baby. I just need you to touch me, Jameson. Please don’t make me wait any longer,” I beg him, watching over my shoulder as he drops to his knees and leans in toward my pussy.

I dig my hands into the blankets as Jameson slides his tongue through my folds. This is a new position for us as he devours my pussy from behind me. Twisting his body and moving around, he moves his mouth so he can suck my clit into his mouth and gently bite down while sliding a finger in my empty pussy. My back arches under his touch and I can’t stop the moans from escaping as he plays my body like a finely tuned instrument. It’s been so long since I’ve had his touch that it doesn’t take me long at all to find my release the second Jameson adds a second finger to my pussy and bites down again on my clit.

“Jameson!” I scream out as my entire body shakes and tightens as I fly over the edge and sail through the air.

Jameson doesn’t ease up as he continues to slide his fingers in and out of my pussy while continuing to suck on my clit. A second orgasm rushes through me directly after the first one as I scream out his name once again and almost collapse to the bed and pillow beneath me. Finally, my husband slides his fingers from me and releases my clit from his mouth. I’m panting and trying to catch my breath once again as I feel my husband stand up behind me and rub his hands up and down my back for a minute as I finally start to come down from my release.

“Are you okay, kitten? Do you want me to continue?” he questions me, not taking his hands from my back as I look over my shoulder to find his eyes where his name rests on the rag.

“I’m okay, baby. I want to feel your dick inside me. Please give it to me, Jameson,” I tell him, not looking away from him.

“If it becomes too much or you feel any pain, tell me immediately and I’ll stop,” he warns me, finally looking at me instead of just my back.

I continue to watch as Jameson lines his cock up with my entrance and slowly slides inside, his eyes glued to my back once again as he stares at the declaration of me being his property. He gives me a minute to adjust to feeling him inside me again before pulling back out. It doesn’t take my husband long to set a punishing pace as his hips thrust against me, our skin slapping together while his hands dig into my hips. I’ll have bruises from this and I don’t even care. I want Jameson’s marks on my body and have missed seeing them on me.

It doesn’t take long before I feel my body starting to build toward another release and I have a feeling this one is going to be harder and bigger than the previous ones. Jameson reaches around me and wraps his hand around my throat, giving me my favorite kind of necklace. Using slight pressure, he pulls my body up so my back is plastered against the front of his body. I’d prefer to feel his skin against mine, but this is Jameson’s fantasy and he’s finally able to live it so I keep my mouth shut. Not letting go of the hand around my neck, Jameson reaches around and supports my stomach with his other hand.

“Touch yourself, kitten. I’m so fuckin’ close and need you to get there. Now,” he demands, a thrill rushing through me with his words.

I slide my hand down my body slowly as Jameson watches me from over my shoulder. Finally, I reach my clit and start pinching it before rubbing circles around it the way I like when it’s just my touch. The slow build-up that was taking place in my body increases to an inferno as Jameson starts thrusting his hips harder and faster, his movements starting to become erratic as he chases his release. It doesn’t take me long for my release to explode as Jameson tightens his hand just a fraction around my neck.

“Jameson!” I scream out the best I can as he continues to thrust into me.

“Zoey!” Jameson growls out, finding his release almost immediately after mine starts.

Where my body is shaking uncontrollably, Jameson’s is completely still as he holds himself deep inside my body. When he finally starts to come down from his orgasm, Jameson helps me go to my side and places the pillow under my body so it’s not pulling on my back. He wraps his body around mine from behind and we lay together for a few minutes as our breathing and heart rates return to normal. Jameson rubs my stomach the entire time as I rest my hands on top of his. When we’re both calm, Jameson gets out of bed and lifts me into his arms. He takes us into the bathroom and sets me on the toilet before turning on the shower and letting the water heat up so it’s just beyond cold. No, I’m not allowed to shower on my own and haven’t been for a long time. Jameson doesn’t want something to happen when he’s not here and it’s the least I can do to give him peace of mind while he’s busy with other things. He removes my rag and hangs it on the bathroom door before helping me in the shower in front of him.

Jameson and I don’t linger in the shower. He washes my long hair before rinsing it and putting the conditioner through the strands. While the conditioner sits in my hair, Jameson washes my body before I return the favor for him. We rinse off and he helps me out before grabbing a towel and drying my body off. He hands me a second towel to wrap in my hair before drying his own body off. After hanging the towels up on the bar, he lifts me in his arms once again and takes me into our bed. I tell him dinner’s in the crockpot and waiting for me to finish it. Jameson assures me he’ll wake me up in an hour or so then we can make dinner together. I don’t argue as my eyes slide closed and I let sleep claim as Jameson wraps his arms around my body and pulls me close to him.