Chapter 44 Jagger
FORTY-FOUR
Jagger
“Thanks for everything, Kady.” I hang up the phone, turning to share what I learned with Tae. “She says they’ve kept Delilah’s name out of the press, and they’re not printing any tips that come into The Valley Voice office either, to ward off public speculation.”
I’ve been too busy tending to Delilah to really think about the fallout from me leaving Pack Fire and the photograph being leaked, extremely grateful that Kady and Calder have been able to sort things out.
From what Kady told me, Brad and Drew are still doing interviews with whoever will listen, and some of their comments have been causing a stir online, attracting negative attention.
Assholes. My lawyer is also working on minimizing any damage, so we’re in a good position considering.
“That’s great.” Tae nods, stifling a yawn as he places the breakfast tray down on a table in the entrance area of Delilah’s nest. “Really great.”
“Maybe you should take a nap?” I laugh at the sight of him. His hair is even scruffier than usual, and he’s swaying slightly, like he’s about to drop at any moment. “You were up most of the night.”
“I’m fine. But, man, when people say heats are intense, I didn’t think that they’d be this intense.
” Tae wipes his brow with a grin. He’s been doing a great job at indulging Delilah’s seemingly insatiable sexual appetite, despite his obvious exhaustion.
“They’re on another level.” He shakes a pack of electrolytes into Delilah’s freshly blended smoothie—the green kind that she loves that we now have a freezer full of.
“I’m glad she’s resting now. If it’s this tiring for us, I can’t imagine how she’s feeling. ”
“At least you managed to get her to shower this morning,” I point out. It’s been a challenge getting her out of the nest at all the last few days.
“Two showers,” Tae corrects. They didn’t even make it out of the bathroom after finishing the first shower before she needed cleaning up again.
“You’re doing a great job, Tae.”
Seeing my packmates look after Delilah has filled me with a new sense of pride.
As well as building our bond with Delilah, helping her through heat as a trio has also brought us closer together as a unit.
I never thought we’d be so comfortable being around each other, though I could have gone without seeing Nash’s balls close-up quite so many times or learning that he has a freckle on his left one.
The whole experience has also helped quell any lingering jealousy and possessiveness I had over her, replaced by a sense of deep belonging instead.
Through seeing how much they care for and love her, I know I made the right decision in choosing them as my pack.
Nash emerges from the nest with a crazed look in his eyes and red scratch marks all over his shoulders from a particularly passionate encounter yesterday. Delilah got very demanding… and he fucking loved it.
“How is she?” I ask him.
“She’s asking for you, Jag.” Nash claps me on the shoulder. “I’m just going to—”
“Eat!” Tae chirps. “You haven’t eaten anything all day.”
Nash smirks. “Well, that’s not entirely true…”
Chuckling, the two of them head downstairs as I enter the nest. The warm glow from the skylight shines at the perfect angle to illuminate Delilah lying in the bed, looking like a total goddess. One of her curvy, soft thighs pokes out from beneath the blankets, her brown skin glistening and smooth.
“Breakfast in bed.” I smile. “Here you go.” I set down the breakfast tray I carried in.
In the middle is a small flower I plucked from the yard this morning.
It’s not much, but hopefully she’ll appreciate the gesture.
I’m learning that it isn’t always the big things.
With Delilah, she cares more about thought and effort over flashy grandness.
She grins lazily, stretching. The duvet pulls back to reveal that she’s wearing one of my old Pack Fire T-shirts. It was from our very first tour, from the days when I still enjoyed music and was wrapped up in the excitement of it all. A simpler time.
“Your perfect date.” She sits up, looking tiny among the sea of comfy pillows surrounding her. “Remember?”
“I guess it is.” I smile back, remembering our conversation in the bakery. “Any date would be perfect with you, though.”
She licks her lips at the sight of the blueberry muffins I got Dora to make especially for her.
I also asked her to add some special supplements to the mixture since Delilah has been refusing some of the omega heat support vitamins we bought her, and I want to make sure she’s getting all the nutrients she needs. “They smell so good.”
“Not as good as you.” I hop into bed with her, careful not to tip the tray. The lingering smell of her perfume hanging in the air is enough to make me salivate.
She arches an eyebrow, sliding her leg up and down the blankets enticingly. “Maybe we can eat later?”
I swallow hard, fisting the duvet to stop myself from diving between her legs in response to her come to bed eyes.
I take a deep breath, remembering that Nash will kill me if she doesn’t get more calories into her.
Going through heat burns a crazy amount, so our girl needs to replenish. “Food first, fun later.”
“Fine,” she grumbles, letting out a euphoric moan as she bites into the muffin. “God, I need this recipe.”
“You seem…”
“More like myself and not begging for cock every two seconds?” Her cheeks bulge as she grins. “Yeah, I think I’m coming out of it.”
I put my hand to her forehead. Still a little warmer than usual, but not a total furnace. “Your temperature has come down.”
My touch seems to awaken something in her as a fresh wave of her perfume blooms, filling the air with her sweet apple scent. She moves the breakfast tray then climbs onto my lap.
“You really should eat,” I say half-heartedly, but I can’t pretend I’m not enjoying her grinding against me through my thin pajama pants.
She pouts adorably. “I have eaten!”
“Half a muffin doesn’t count,” I protest “That’s not en—”
“Shh.” Her lips press to mine to silence me as she runs her hands through my hair, tasting of vanilla and blueberries.
Even though I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve fucked over the last few days, my cock is instantly hard and wanting.
I’ll never tire of her and won’t stop counting myself lucky that this incredible woman has given me a second chance.
I pull her T-shirt over her head, her dark nipples standing to attention as I cup her breasts and rub my thumbs over their peaks.
She groans into my mouth, her tongue desperate and needy as she reaches down to grip me through my pants. “These need to come off.”
“I’ll take them off if you have another bite of muffin,” I counter.
“Meanie.” She scrambles to my side to take a big bite while I remove my pants, gulping loudly to make a point. “Happy now?”
Her hair tickles my cheek as she climbs back onto me, my balls aching at her wet pussy rubbing against me.
It’s so tempting to slide inside her, but I don’t.
Not yet. She tilts her head, allowing me access to leave a trail of kisses down her neck.
Her scent is strongest here, right in this spot, near her scent glands, so I drink it in, feeling almost drunk on the intensity.
If I could bottle it and wear it, I would.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” I pull back, mesmerized by the way the sun makes the gold flecks in her brown eyes glitter. “Thank you.”
“Thank you?” Her nose crinkles. “For what?”
“For the most perfect date, and for… giving me a second chance.” I tuck a curl behind her ear. “I’ll spend the next seventy years of our lives proving that you didn’t make the wrong decision.”
“Well, I plan to live to the ripe old age of 102.”
“Even better, then.” I kiss her nose. “More time to make it up to you.”
When she leans against me, her body bending to meet mine, she giggles, sending vibrations through my cock. “And to bring me a lot more amazing muffins.”
“I’ll buy you a whole muffin factory!”
“Hey, naming a bakery after me was enough.” Her expression turns more serious now.
“You know, I never thought we’d get to this point.
After everything, I didn’t think I’d ever feel comfortable enough to trust you again.
But these past few days have changed that, and while I won’t forget it, I know in my heart that we’ll be okay. ”
It takes a second for her words to sink in, hitting me hard when they do. She uttered the words I had only dreamed of hearing, causing me to wonder whether this is really happening.
I swallow down the golf ball-sized lump in my throat. “Y-you do?”
“Yes.” She nods. “I’m ready to move on. A new life. A fresh start. With our pack.”
“Our pack.” A smile stretches over my lips. “Yes, I like the sound of that.”
We stare at each other for a few seconds.
The woman who changed my life from the moment I met her.
The woman I walked away from. The woman I spent a whole year of my life dreaming about.
The woman who built herself up to be even stronger after I hurt her.
The woman who accepts me for who I am. The woman who I knew was always destined to be mine.
“I love you, Delilah Goodwin.” I tenderly brush my fingers along her cheekbone. “I always have and always will.”
She nuzzles against my open palm, coating me in her scent before her gaze snaps up to mine. “I love you too, Jagger.”
I hold her face between my hands, kissing her deeply, desperate to savor her, explore her, to be one with her.
She rocks on top of me, her slick slathering my cock before she effortlessly slides onto me.
I gasp as she sinks down, inches vanishing inside her like I’m getting lost in a hot, slick-filled bath.
We kiss as she rides me, slow and steady, different from the feverish, pheromone-filled, demanding sessions of the last few days. There’s meaning behind it. Our love for each other is embedded into every moment, every movement, until she abruptly stops and says, “I want you to claim me.”