Daddy's Home #3

1. Behave

CHAPTER ONE

Behave

Blood never made Deja squeamish.

Months prior to conceiving Chloe, she had become desensitized to it from how often the Donovans had killed in front of her.

Yet, as she sank her teeth into Jax’s thick shoulder, her nails digging into the scars on his back as she tasted the metallic liquid on her tongue, her relationship with blood shifted yet again.

Jax hissed before roughly grabbing her hair, yanking her head back. His blue eyes glared at her audacity, and she tried to bite back her grin before his mouth devoured her tongue.

The sound of his palm slapping her ass echoed between the shower walls as she whimpered in protest. His dick pulsated with vengeance inside of her as his hips slammed into hers, keeping her elevated on his waist.

There was something so different about the way Jax made love now. His shift from tender and gentle to wild and chaotic was still ever-present. But it was how he moved. The way he handled her body that felt… foreign. Almost inhuman. As if she could feel him everywhere at once.

Being fucked by Jax was like trying to win a fight to the death where he was already grossly overpowered. As if he were merely playing with you, entertained by your feeble attempts to counteract him, only for him to destroy you from the inside out.

Glancing at the mirror behind Jax, Deja spotted the bloody marks she had left on his back.

She didn’t know why, but she loved it. The way her marks looked on his skin.

The sense of pride she felt knowing she could make him bleed.

She loved the sounds he made whenever she broke skin.

His groans of pain were a melody of praise to be so owned, so claimed by a woman half his size with only a fraction of his strength.

Her head flew back against the shower wall, gasping, as Jax fucked her deep, flushing his pelvis against hers. He pinned her wrists above her head, leaving her body at his mercy. Her breathing shortened as his tongue teased her nipples, gently sucking them between his lips.

She fought to free her wrists as she screamed out his name before her fingers were digging into his scalp and violently tugging at his hair. Her legs tightened around his waist, demanding his release, only to succumb to her own climax.

“I’m sorry… What am I looking at again?” Caleb asked.

“It’s a list of hotels in Atlanta,” Deja said, handing Keith a paper.

Ian raised a brow. “And exactly why do we need to look at hotels in Atlanta?”

Folding her arms across her chest, Deja stood in front of Ian and Caleb, who were sitting on the broken couch while Keith perched on the table, all staring at her, confused.

“I’m going home to see my family and to introduce my parents to their granddaughter.

Jax said I can’t go alone, so here are your hotel options. ”

Ian blinked. “Jax said what?”

“No fucking way,” Keith snorted.

“You mean that dictator is letting you out of his cage?” Caleb asked sarcastically.

“He said it’s fine,” Deja insisted as the guys exchanged glances. “But there are some rules I need you to follow.”

“Rules?” Caleb asked with a cocked brow.

“We have rules now?” Ian muttered.

“Oh, here we go,” Keith said, lying back against the table. “No stabbing. No decapitating. No dismembering. No killing. Killing is bad, boys and girls!”

“Killing is bad,” Deja snapped. “And yes. That’s rule #1.”

“Lame,” Keith sang. “2/10. Don’t recommend.”

“Also, I need you guys to behave-” Deja continued.

“Just a moment. Can we go back to Jax actually letting you leave this cabin?” Ian asked with a raised brow.

Deja snorted. “He’s not letting me. I demanded it.”

“I don’t believe it,” Caleb sucked his teeth. “That son of a bitch was losing his shit to keep you in this damn house. Now he has a change of heart…”

“Where is he?” Ian asked, standing to his feet. “I’d like a word.”

“Isn’t my word enough?” Deja asked.

Ian smiled at her as he took her hand in his. “Sweetheart, your word is more than enough. But if he was between your glorious legs while you were making your request,” he said, kissing her fingers. “I need to ensure my brother isn’t still under your spell.”

“Oh, shut up,” Deja rolled her eyes as she snatched her hand back.

“Don’t act like he’s lying,” Keith grinned. “Like Deja Bomb-Pussy Louis can’t bring any grown man to his knees.”

“I mean, Jax is an obnoxiously stubborn asshole with his head so far up his ass-” Caleb started.

“Caleb,” Deja sighed as Keith cackled.

Caleb smirked. “...you’re the only one who could get through that thick skull of his anyway…”

“Talking about me?”

Everyone looked to the hallway as Jax walked in, holding Chloe to his chest.

“Yeah, actually,” Caleb said. “When did you decide to stop being a fascist?”

“Caleb,” Deja groaned.

“Fascist is a bit… melodramatic,” Ian mused. “More like… despot with a god complex.”

Caleb sucked his teeth. “Same fucking thing.”

“Can you guys stop?” Deja looked at Jax. “I told them about our plan to see my family.”

“Wasn’t really a plan. You threw a menu of hotels at us-Hi, Clo-Clo! My little killer,” Keith said, taking Chloe from Jax.

“Keith, don’t call her that!” Deja said, annoyed, before looking at Jax again. “I thought you told them.”

Jax stuffed his hands into his pockets. “I was going to… but I got distracted.”

“By what?” Deja asked.

“That ass,” Keith said, lifting a giggling Chloe into the air.

“Would you give us a moment so I can fill them in?” Jax asked.

Deja sighed as she grabbed Chloe from Keith. “I’m going to pack.” She looked up at Jax with alluring eyes until he reflexively wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her in for a heated kiss. “I still want to relay my rules,” she whispered as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth.

“Of course, baby. Anything you want…” he said, firmly grabbing her ass. Deja smirked as she walked past him. Jax’s head turned, following her as she walked away, before he glanced back at the men. “...what?”

“My god…” Ian scoffed.

“You’re fucking pussywhipped,” Keith snorted.

Jax sucked his teeth. “Fuck off.”

“She must have worked you good to whittle you down like this,” Ian smirked, sitting back down. “Didn’t think she could tame the beast so quickly.”

Jax snorted. “I worked her. Made her cum multiple times. We both needed it.”

“Was this before or after she beat the shit outta you?” Keith snickered.

Caleb scoffed. “At least now you’re listening to her…”

Jax glared at Caleb. “I admit that I’ve had a one-track mind lately. I didn’t realize how frustrated she was.” Jax leaned back against the counter. “I won’t keep her from her family any longer.”

“Charming,” Ian said sarcastically. “But what of the Reapers who are targeting her?”

“I’ve accounted for that,” Jax said, looking at Caleb. “You have a map of every Reaper’s location, don’t you?”

Caleb squinted. “You snooping through my shit again?”

“The Society database was hacked 3 years ago. There’s no other person with that kind of skill,” Jax noted.

Caleb rolled his eyes. “I’m assuming you wanna track the Reapers in Atlanta.”

“I want the names and location of every Reaper within a 50-mile radius of the Georgian state,” Jax said.

Ian raised a brow. “Haven’t you killed enough Reapers? You’ll antagonize the Society.”

“They attacked my wife,” Jax quipped. “I’m the one who’s been antagonized.”

“Be smart, Jax,” Ian advised. “They only targeted Deja because they thought she killed you. Killing more of them will only put her in more danger.”

Jax exhaled his frustration. “Then what do you propose?”

“Her family is off limits. I made sure The Society was aware of that in your absence,” Ian noted.

“We can’t do nothing,” Jax said, annoyed.

“I’m not suggesting that…” Ian rebutted.

“Then what are you suggesting?” Caleb asked impatiently.

“You are going to love your grandparents,” Deja smiled. “They’re going to dote on you and spoil you, and… Man, I wish I had siblings so I could give you aunts and uncles…”

Deja trailed off, staring absentmindedly. “...instead you have 3 psychopathic uncles…” She looked at Chloe and smiled. “Who are very protective of you because they love you so much.” Chloe giggled as Deja blew raspberries into her stomach.

“Deja, darling.”

With one hand in his pocket, Ian entered the room. Approaching the bed, he looked down at Chloe and playfully tickled her stomach. Her tiny hand latched onto his finger, eliciting a warm smile and a flush to his cheeks. “...mo bhana-phrionnsa àlainn?*…” he hummed softly.

“What does that mean?” Deja asked. “I’ve heard Jax and Keith say it to her many times.”

Ian smiled at her. “...beautiful princess…”

Deja nodded as she looked back down at Chloe. “Bhana-phrionnsa… àlainn…”

“Perfect,” Ian smiled. “Tha gaol agam ort.”

Deja looked at him curiously. “What’s that?”

“It’s how you say…I love you…” Ian held her gaze. “Tha gaol agam ort.”

Deja pursed her lips. “Tha…gaol…”

“...agam ort…” Ian finished as he watched her lips.

“...agam ort…” Deja repeated, staring into his eyes. Ian licked his bottom lip as his thumb grazed her cheek.

Swallowing hard, Deja bit her lip. “Did… you need something?” she asked a bit shakily.

Ian’s eyes fell to her bottom lip before he instinctively leaned in, pressing his lips against hers.

His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close as he grabbed her chin and tugged her bottom lip with his thumb for his tongue to find hers.

Deja melted against Ian as his body consumed hers. He kissed her urgently, as his tongue explored her mouth and savored her taste. “Ian.” She pulled back and immediately laughed at her lip balm smeared all over his lips.

Licking his lips, Ian tilted his head curiously. “...mango?”

“And coconut,” she grinned, wiping his lips with her thumb. Ian quickly caught her thumb between his lips and playfully nibbled her digit before Deja snatched her hand away. “Did you come in here for a reason other than to make out?” she asked.

Ian twisted his mouth. “I did… but I don’t remember- You make me forget myself, Deja Louis.”