Chapter 17
Jasmine
Ilie in bed keeping my breathing steady not wanting Fox or Nitro to know I’m awake.
My body feels loose and relaxed, but my mind is in overdrive at the moment.
I woke in the early hours sandwiched between two men who wrung so much pleasure from my body last night, but never asked for anything in return.
All I remember is coming so damn hard I was almost in tears, and then I woke up spooning Zane with Fox at my back.
I overheard Zane call him Hayden, but I’ll keep calling him Fox until he tells me his name.
I know how this sort of thing works in the MC world.
Zane stretches out beside me and then freezes slightly.
I fight all my instincts to flinch, my mind working overtime that maybe he’s surprised that I’m still here.
Maybe I was meant to sneak out after we finished last night?
I lay frozen, concentrating on my pretend sleep breathing, hoping that maybe they’ll get up soon and then I can sneak out.
Zane’s body slowly relaxes and I feel the heat of him as he leans over me, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head.
“Don’t wake her,” Fox’s sleep roughened voice whispers gently and holy shit, his early morning voice is the type of sound that women flick the bean to. Deep, growly and rough from sleep.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I wanted one last moment before she realizes that I’m not worth shit,” Zane says quietly.
“Look. At. Me,” Fox all but hisses. “You are worthy. You are loved. And you will have me telling you every damn moment of our lives until you believe it.”
The air feels tense as I lie here wedged between a man who thinks himself unworthy and one who can see every damn worthy thing about him. My chest aches for Zane and yet last night, he was the one coaching me.
“I believe you, I just - I’m so fucking scared that she won’t want me. Us.”
“It’s her call. All we can do is treat her like the fucking treasure she is until she decides whether she wants us in her life or not.” Fox answers simply.
“Well, in that case, we should probably make sure she’s well fed.” Zane says, pressing his lips to my forehead, breathing me in.
I swoon when another set of lips presses gently to the corner of my mouth and then in an instant they’re gone, leaving me cold in the bed, my face pressed against the pillow trying to hide my tears.
I just don’t understand how this is possible.
Me. Sad, chubby, broken Jazz has not one, but two men making me breakfast. I snort into the pillow and then try madly to tamp down my hysterical laughter.
Taking a deep breath, I roll onto my back, my arms flopping out, stretched on the bed like a starfish.
The bed dips and I slowly open my eyes, trying to guess whose dark eyes I’ll be waking up to.
Zane’s dark brown, almost black eyes, or Fox’s chocolate brown.
My eyes flutter and there, so close that it looks like one large, gold cyclops eye, is Chewy.
A scream rips out of me at the same time someone to my right screams.
“How do we make her stop doing that?” Chewy says.
“Oh I don’t know, maybe get out of her face?” Blanche’s bored voice calls out and I stop screaming to look around the room.
The girl gang members are dotted around Fox and Nitro’s master bedroom.
Ana and Nat are leaning against the ensuite wall, Blanche is sitting in a chair by the desk, Vi is sitting at the end of the bed with Mad Dog and Pops, and Kaia is leaning on the door jamb.
Lovely is smiling politely from my right side, with Mira sitting at my head with a wide grin on her face and Chewy, well she’s leaning over me so close that I can see the darker brown flecks in her eyes.
“Dayz, let the girl breathe,” Pops rolls his eyes from his position between Vi and Mad Dog.
“Ummm,” I gather the sheets up to my neck.
“You’re good, girl. We didn’t see anything.” Pops winks at me and I want to die of embarrassment.
Instead, Mira decides to clap her hands and bounce on the bed. “Was it amazing? I bet it was amazing. I bet they worshipped your body until you were a weeping mess on the bed.”
“It does smell like body fluids in here,” Chewy announces.
I rip the pillow from beneath my head and hold it over my face in the hopes that it’ll smother me.
The cackles of the girl gang still reach me through the puffiness of the pillow and I wish I was dressed. If I was they’d all be getting pummeled.
“Don’t be like that, Jazz. We’re over the moon for you. You deserve to be treated like the gem you are.”
I slowly remove the pillow from my face to stare at my sister. “Thanks, Vi.”
“You’re welcome, big sister.” she smirks at me. “I can’t wait to tell mom that you have two boyfriends,” she laughs so hard she rolls forward onto my foot. Her position is perfect for my foot to shove her off the bed.
“So, are you gonna keep them?” Lovely asks with a smile.
“They do seem pretty gone for you,” Kaia adds.
“What makes you say that?” I ask, looking around the room. Almost every single person rolls their eyes or looks at me like I’m an idiot.
“Jazz, those two men are in the clubhouse kitchen raiding it to cook you breakfast. If that ain’t gone, then I don’t know what is,” Mad Dog says.
“Oh, I heard them say they were gonna make breakfast, but I figured it was like eggs or something,” I answer, my voice small but a little in awe.
I’ve never had a man make me breakfast. I’ve never had a man give me pleasure and deny his own.
I’ve never had one treat me so thoughtfully and yet here I am, with two of them.
I’d have to be fucking mental to let these two slip through my fingers and yet every fibre in my body tells me to run before they figure out how boring my life is and how all consuming my illness is.
I don’t know if I can handle it when they inevitably leave.
“Eeeeeek! You lucky thing!” Mira says, clapping her hands. “I love this so much for you!”
“We all do,” Chewy says, uncharacteristically. “They’re good men. Like brothers to me, so you better treat them well.”
I stare at her thinking she might be joking, until I realise that she’s not joking. “Um, I wouldn’t even dream of treating them badly.”
She shrugs. “We won’t have any problems then.” She pauses for a moment, her gaze flicking to mine before it darts away, “I like you. I think you fit into the girl gang well. If you fall in love with them you can come watch me work in the Rev Room. It’s a really good show.”
Ana rolls her eyes from her position behind Chewy and I try not to laugh. “I’ll, ah, see what I can do.”
“That’s all we can ask for,” Mad Dog winks.
“Right, let’s get out of here and leave Jazz to her men,” Lovely says, ushering the women out.
“Wait, did you need me for something?” I call out, still confused over the weirdest girl gang visit ever.
“Nah, we just didn’t want you to run before the boys made you breakfast,” Vi says with a grin.
She moves to the head of the bed, smacking a kiss on my cheek.
“Don’t forget your pills, make sure you rest and try not to over exert yourself with those two,” I lean over and swat her ass as she cackles, rushing to get out the door.
I wait until the door closes behind them and flop back onto the bed.
Before long the voices of the two men whose bed I’m lying in drift down the hall and I try not to burst into laughter as they argue over whether to put a flower on the breakfast tray or a candle.
I can’t believe this is my life, and as much as I want to run, protect my heart, I fear that I’m already gone for them.
“Hey there, we brought you a little something to eat,” Fox says gently, nudging the door open.
“We weren’t sure if you had any dietary requirements so we brought a selection,” Zane adds, carrying a breakfast tray into the room.
Fox quickly smooths down the bedding a little, creating a nice flat surface beside me to rest the tray.
My eyes drop to the breakfast they made me and there, in the very center sits a glass of water with a daisy sticking out of it with a candle burning beside it.
Moving my gaze from the tray I’m met with two sets of brown eyes, one chocolate, one black, both hopeful.
This is the exact moment I know I am well and truly fucked.
Fox
Jazz stares at the tray and then bursts into tears. Not just small, rolling down the cheek tears, but huge, gulping, snotty tears and I have no fucking clue what to do. My gaze shoots to Nitro but he’s standing there with comically wide eyes, frozen to the spot.
“Ah, are you OK?” I ask, inching toward her.
My hand hovers in the air just above her and I have no idea whether to rest it on her leg or her shoulder or smooth her hair or what.
Her leg doesn’t seem intimate enough considering I had my tongue halfway up her asshole at one point last night, but I don’t want to upset her in any way so I just leave my hand hovering in the air.
“You two are just so sweeeeet,” she wails before taking a shuddering breath and sniffling wetly. Before sobbing again.
“Aw shit, it’s OK sweetheart, we wanted to do this for you. You’re always so busy taking care of others, that we wanted to take care of you for a change.”
“Yeah, Jazz,” Nitro finally adds, “it’s no big deal,”
“It’s a huge deal!” she barks before wailing again.
“Ah, I’m just going to grab some tissues, I’ll be back in a sec,” I say, giving Nitro wide eyes to fix her while I leave the room.
As soon as I’m out of earshot I pull my phone from my pocket and speed dial the fucking Love Pres. I need help STAT.
“Don’t tell me you’ve fucked it up two minutes in,” Pops answers in a bored voice.
“She’s crying,” I hiss down the line. “Like, hysterically crying.”
Pops’ voice turns cold. “What did you do?”