5. Deserving of Worship
CHAPTER FIVE
Deserving of Worship
“We got in a few days ago… Yeah, we’ll be there Satur-Ouch!
Ouch! Please no biting, Clo.” Holding her baby girl to her chest, Deja sat in a pool of bedsheets breastfeeding while talking on the phone.
“I’m okay. Her teeth are coming in, so R.I.P.
to my nipples, I guess,” Deja sighed while Shawna cackled on the other end.
“I can’t wait to see her! I mean, I can’t wait to see you too, but I been feening to see this baby. Everyone’s been asking for you. You’re staying at that big fancy hotel in Buckhead, right?” Shawna asked.
“Yeah. Jax booked us the penthouse suite.”
Shawna sucked her teeth. “I still can’t believe his bitch-ass is alive-”
“Shawna-”
“I know. I know. You guys made up or whateva. But you know I’m protective of you, girl. As long as you’re happy.”
“I am,” Deja insisted. “I gotta go, okay? I’ll see you soon.
I love you.” Placing her phone down, Deja cradled the back of Chloe’s head.
She glanced at the mirror and almost didn’t recognize herself.
From her neck to her ankles, she was covered in dark bruises and purplish bite marks.
Deja’s entire body ached from the prior night’s events.
Under normal circumstances and original forms of sanity, this would be cause for alarm. But as she gently ran her fingers over the raised bruises on her skin, she couldn’t help feeling erotically satiated and blissful pleasure.
Jax and Caleb had taken turns having their way with her, mercilessly fucking her into euphoria until her body exploded with ecstasy.
It didn’t just excite her; it made her feel powerful.
That she could bring two dangerous men, constantly on the brink of stabbing each other, to focus entirely on her.
A knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts before Jax poked his head inside. “May I come in?” he asked. Deja nodded as she peeled Chloe from her bosom and laid her against her shoulder.
Approaching the bed, Jax hesitated when he took a closer look at his woman.
A wave of regret washed over him at the discolored splotches that painted her skin.
Deja raised a curious brow as he ran his fingers through his hair and cussed under his breath, struggling to find his words.
“I’m… Deja, I’m terribly sorry. I didn’t-”
“Jax, it’s fine. I’m okay. Really,” she insisted.
His eyes lingered on her for a moment before he sat in front of her on the bed.
Deja shivered as he gently caressed her shoulder, running his fingers along the marks.
She saw his jaw tense and his Adam’s apple bob.
“...would you hate me for admitting that I love seeing you like this? Owned. Claimed-”
“Tainted?” Deja asked.
Jax raised a brow. “...worshiped…”
Biting her lip, she readjusted Chloe to burp her. “I’d be surprised if you didn’t…”
Smirking, amused, Jax tenderly caressed the back of Chloe’s head. “I’ll take care of her. You should get more rest.”
“She just needs to burp-”
“I’ll do it,” Jax insisted as he picked Chloe up. Pulling his daughter against his chest, Jax cradled the back of her head, whispering to her in Gaelic. Deja bit her lip with a smile. Seeing this side of Jax was always a rare treat.
As he stood from the bed, Jax leaned down to kiss Deja. Her stomach fluttered at the way he pushed into her until she leaned back on her hands. “I relish your taste…” he hummed. Deja looked up at him wantonly as he pulled back. “I’ll get you something to eat.”
Deja watched him approach the door when it swung open. Jax’s face immediately fell when he saw Caleb standing on the other side. They exchanged intense, hateful glares before Jax abruptly left the bedroom.
“Aww,” Deja pouted, garnering Caleb’s attention. “I miss when you guys liked each other.”
“We never liked each other,” Caleb said, closing the door.
“You did last night,” Deja smirked.
Caleb’s face flushed with embarrassment. “Yeah, look. About that. I’m sorry for… um…”
“Trying to kill me?”
Caleb’s eyes widened. “What? No-”
“I’m kidding,” she laughed. “Even if it felt like it.”
Caleb smirked as he took her hand and pulled her from the bed, into his arms. Her eyes flickered up at him as he affectionately ran his fingers down the marks on her breasts. He felt her tremble as his fingers grazed her nipples, and he looked into her eyes. “Let me make it better…” he said softly.
Leaning her head back, Deja sank further into the warm tub.
She glanced at Caleb peeling his shirt from his torso before he readjusted his jeans and crouched down next to her.
“Close your eyes,” he instructed, lathering a small rag with soap.
Her skin tingled as he gently rubbed the cloth against her skin.
Caleb licked his bottom lip, his eyes tracing over the marks on her body as his mind flashed to the night before. Her moans echoing in his head. Her scent filling his nostrils. The sensation of her walls squeezing him with desperation as they filled her up.
It made him unbearably hard as he shifted uncomfortably. “Shit,” he muttered, adjusting his jeans again.
“You okay?” Deja asked.
“Yup.”
Opening one eye, she looked at Caleb staring down at her with flushed cheeks. “You look horny,” she teased.
“You’re bathing naked in front of me, Deja. That’s a given,” he smirked. Deja smiled as Caleb thumbed a bite mark just above her nipple. “I should feel bad, but… fuck, these turn me on…”
She sank further into the water as his fingers trailed down her torso, caressing the pudge beneath her stomach before his fingers grazed her swollen labia, causing her to wince. “...Sorry,” he apologized, though his fingers lingered.
“It’s okay. Just a little sore…”
“Here…” Caleb nudged her thighs apart before tenderly caressing her labia.
Slowly exhaling, she indulged in his delicate, sensual touch.
Caleb licked his bottom lip as he watched Deja with a lulled gaze, completely ignoring his steadily growing erection.
Even after last night, he still craved her. Desperately.
“You know Jax said the same thing,” she said, startling him from his thoughts.
“That he likes marking me. You guys seem to have a lot in common…” she hummed.
Caleb sucked his teeth, and Deja opened her eyes.
“You guys got along really well last night,” she continued.
“I mean, you were both drunk and a little chaotic, but it’s like you guys were best friends. Like old times, maybe?”
“Alcohol tends to make people act stupid,” Caleb shrugged.
“Caleb-”
“Baby…” Caleb sighed. “I know what you’re trying to do, and I appreciate you. But it’s never going to happen. So please, just… drop it, okay?” he asked. Deja pursed her lips into a pout. “Don’t give me that face,” he grinned.
“I’ll give you any face I want,” Deja sucked her teeth. “Don’t tell me how to fix my lips.”
“Fine. I’ll fix your lips…” Caleb smirked.
Deja snorted. “I dare you-” she started before his fingers slipped between her labia. Her head fell back as she sharply inhaled, her legs instinctively widening.
Shaking his head with a grin, Caleb leaned forward to kiss her forehead. “I love how easily you open for me…” he whispered. “Every. Fucking. Time. You drive me crazy, woman.”
Deja breathed slowly as she leaned against his chest, inhaling his cologne.
Her thighs tightened around his fingers as she instinctively gyrated her pelvis against his palm to feel more of him.
“Look at you, needy girl,” Caleb grinned, leaning into her.
“Even after we fucked the shit out of you, you still want more…”
“Don’t be an asshole,” Deja pinched him.
“Oh, you already gave me that asshole, beautiful, rememb-Ow!” Caleb laughed as Deja pinched him again.
“I have a question,” Deja said, looking up at Caleb as he continued to bathe her.
“Shoot.”
“Where were Ian and Keith last night?”
Caleb briefly paused. “Um… Running errands, I believe.”
“What does that mean?” she persisted. Caleb bit his lip, unable to find his words, and Deja groaned in frustration. “You guys promised me that you wouldn’t do anything violent. Did Jax put them up to this? Was this his idea?” she asked, annoyed.
“Baby, no. Stop,” Caleb sighed. “As much as I can’t stand him, everything Jax does is for you and Chloe.
” Caleb looked at her seriously. “The men in this family are extremely fucked up. But we’re also very protective of the ones we love.
” He affectionately thumbed her bottom lip. “Especially you...”
Standing up, Caleb grabbed a towel and held it open for her. “The arrogant, big-headed father of your child booked you an appointment at a spa and salon since we nearly… broke you in half.”
Deja snickered as Caleb wrapped her in the towel. “He really didn’t have to do that,” she said.
Caleb shrugged while drying her off. “That annoying bastard loves pampering you, and I can’t really blame him,” he said, holding her face between his hands as he stared into her eyes. “You deserve to be worshiped,” he said before claiming her lips.
“Are you sure she’s even here?”
“Yes! I already told you my source verified it.”
“How do you know they can be trusted-”
Francesca angrily closed her compact mirror and glared at her partner.
“Because they went to school with her-! Look, Carter! I don’t need you up my ass right now.
I’ve done more research on this woman than you can imagine.
I know literally everything about her down to her 3rd-grade teacher.
I know what I’m doing. Just do your job. ”
Carter raised his hands in defense. “Okay, okay…” Using a small camera, he recorded the Salon-Spa’s lobby as Francesca spoke to the concierge before she disappeared into a changing room.
He caught a glimpse of the woman they had been following and quickly stepped to the side so she wouldn’t see him.
His camera kept rolling as he zoomed in on her standing on her toes as she kissed a tall, dark-haired man.
“The fuck? He’s supposed to be dead…” Carter murmured.