Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
JACK
“That was amazing, kid. Go again,” I call out to Dom.
He has the day off school today; something to do with a water leak, so they closed the school. My kid, as always, was excited to be able to have time chilling with me since I did not go on a hunt this morning with Finan and Lennox.
Dominic wanted to come to the skateboard park and spend some hours soaking up the day’s sun, while doing tricks and socializing with kids outside of the club and school. I know he loves the club kids, but they are all younger than him.
He looks like a fucking skater kid: baggy jeans, Vans and a white T-shirt with some slogan on it, and a black baseball cap with the word ‘DIBS’ printed on it. My mother and her ideas.
My ass is planted on one of the two footwalls that line the walkway. The backpack at my feet is filled with snacks for him and a few bottles of water for us. You learn pretty fucking fast that kids need feeding and watering many times throughout the day, so now even though he is ten, I still carry shit with me or close by in my truck.
Looking down the path to my right, I see a couple pushing a stroller with a younger child just in front of them on a bicycle. They look like a happy family, and my gut jerks at the thought of Dom wanting that.
He has asked about his birth mom, but I give him vague answers; he is not old enough to know the whole truth about what she did or what she was like. With all the women in his life, I know that he would love a woman he could call his mom; seeing my brothers all having kids and settling down has me wanting that too.
I smile when her face pops into my head.
Lilith Cullen.
Now, that chick makes my fucking motor rev, as corny as that shit sounds. I have always found her sexy and beautiful all in one, but kept her at arm’s length, as I was a ball of raging teenage boy hormones. Then Dom arrived and she pulled back completely, never entertaining the idea of seeing if we could be something more; but times have fucking changed.
Lilith will be mine; I just need to show her that we would be fucking fire together.
Time is ticking by, it is flying by, so no more wasting it.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and I feel someone watching me. Looking over my shoulder, I see her.
Lilith is moving toward me, looking like a wet dream, in a cream dress that hits mid-thigh, showing me the legs I want wrapped around my waist while I slam into her, making her scream my name. My pants get tight in my crotch area, thinking of finally getting inside of her tight body.
“Baby,” I greet her when she steps a few feet from me.
“Jack.” Shit, I love my name on her lips.
“You going somewhere?” I ask.
Her shoulders bounce in a shrug.
“Needed to take a walk.” She sighs, and I can see she is coiled tight, nibbling her lip, and her hands are gripping the strap of her purse.
“Join me.” I tap the wall next to me.
I never want to see Lilith suffer, and by the look on her face, she is upset about something, so I need to find out why, because I never want her to be hurt, not after what that fucker did to her, or what I have learned about her family after the cunt cheated on her.
Her body is a little stiff as she sits next to me but not close enough, if you ask me, so I inch closer. Her breath itches and I smirk at the response.
“Talk to me, Lilith.”
She looks at me, her eyes bright and focused on me. I feel like I am being sucked in, like she is taking me hostage, and fuck me, I do not want to be let go. When she licks her lips, my gaze drops to her mouth, and I fight back the growl that is wanting to escape to let her know how she is affecting me.
“You sure you want to know?” she asks me, her voice low, I nod in answer and wait for her to continue.
“I got an invite to my cousin’s wedding. My mother is not happy because I have yet to RSVP. I mean, why would I? They hurt me, but my family seems to think that I am overreacting to what happened and I should support their love and marriage.” I love how her voice turns steely by the time she is finished.
It makes my dick hard.
Then it hits me what she is talking about, and my blood begins to boil.
“You mean this is the wedding of the cousin who fucked your man behind your back and your family are demanding that you attend the wedding?” I growl out.
“The very one. My mom just called me and told me that she is arranging my dress, hair, and makeup because I am apparently so freaking incompetent that I can’t dress myself. I really do not want to go and see them up there in front of all our family and be happy for them. I hate that my family, and I am not just talking about my parents and sister, I am talking about all of my family, think that I need to get over it.”
“Fuckers,” I grind out, and she nods.
“Yep,” she replies, popping the ‘P.’
“Are you going?” I lean forward, resting my elbows on my thighs, looking at her over my shoulder.
Her focus is on Dom as he does a trick, and I watch as the most beautiful smile crosses her face. It is like a punch to the chest seeing how stunning she is. The sun is bouncing off her red hair and her fair skin.
“He is good.”
I nod. “He has been practicing. Says there is a competition that he wants to enter. So, whenever we have some free time, I bring him here. If not me, then someone from the club is happy to watch him for an hour or two while he masters his skills.” I chuckle, so does she.
“His words not mine.”
“Of course not, you are not cool enough to understand the way kids talk these days. You are old, Daddy,” she jokes, but the second the word ‘daddy’ slips from her mouth, her eyes widen and her lips part.
Damn, what I would love to do to that mouth.
“I didn’t mean. I mean that is not... umm. Shit.” Her face flames red as she stutters over her words, and I can’t help but chuckle.
Nudging her with my shoulder playfully, I give her a wide smile.
“It is fine, babe. I know what you meant.” I lower my voice, sitting back and inching my head closer to hers. “But I will be your Daddy if you like that sort of kink.”
“Jack,” she gasps my name and my cock strains against my zipper at the sound.
Nipping at her earlobe, she gasps again.
“I can’t wait to bury myself in you, Lilith. When you are ready, I will make you mine, but know this, Red. I am not letting you go once I feel you wrapped around my cock.” Placing my hand on her bare thigh, her gaze drops to the contact, goose bumps cover her skin.
She brings her gaze back to mine; we stare at each other. The sound around us fades, and fuck me, it is like it is only the both of us left. Her gaze drops to my mouth, she licks her lips, I don’t stop the groan that slips free, making her eyes dilate with desire.
“Fuck it.” I lean in, kissing her.
My lips press against hers, my tongue licking at her wine-stain-colored lips begging for entry, which she grants easily for me. I have not kissed many girls in my time; it was something that I never really liked doing, it felt too fucking intimate, but kissing Lilith feels right.
I feel it down to my bones.
“DAD. LILITH,” my son’s voice breaks the kiss.
My head snaps in the direction of Dom as he runs toward us, his skateboard at his side.
“Hey, Dom. You were great out there,” Lilith tells him with a breathy tone.
His chest puffs out at the praise. With his cheeks flushed red from exertion, chest heaving, he smiles a wide bright smile at her.
“Thanks. I have been practicing so much. I want to enter a competition next summer, but I need to be eleven to enter, so I have to wait,” he explains to her.
I watch them interact, and I fucking love seeing that she hangs on his every word. She doesn’t brush off anything he says and answers any questions he throws at her.
“Are you dating my dad?” he questions, making me blink, and I am stunned for a split second before I laugh.
Lilith freezes, her body locking up, with her eyes and mouth wide. I slip my arm around her waist and tug her to me.
“We are new, bud. How about we leave that for another time, and you get back to the ramps? We only have an hour left before we have to get back to the club.”
He shrugs “Okay” and runs off.
“Hey, look at me,” I say to her when I see that her gaze is still focused on Dom.
Her bright eyes come back to me, and I smile when she blinks, coming out of her little stunned moment.
“There she is. I won’t hide anything about us from my son, Red. I told you we would go at your pace.”
She nods but says nothing. My hand slides up her thigh, and down between them, making her clamp her thighs tight together, effectively trapping my hand. Grinning at her, I lean in so my lips brush her ear.
“I will get in there, baby. It is just a matter of time, but I am happy to wait, because I know you will be worth it. Why don’t you finish telling me about this fucked-up wedding you are being forced into attending?”
Her body stiffens a little, forcing me to pull back to look at her face.
“Talk to me, baby.” I soften the tone of my voice.
She sighs, looking at me, her body angling so her knees brush against mine.
“I feel pathetic for even entertaining the idea of going, but my mom has this control over me. Growing up, it was easier to agree with her than to fight back, because she knew just what buttons to push to make everyone’s lives hell. So I would smile and nod to get the discussion over with. It seems that at twenty-three, she still has this hold over me, and I agreed to go to the wedding and let her dress me like a fucking doll,” she snaps, and I grin at her outburst.
She is hot as fuck when she is worked up.
Her eyes widen when she swears, and I chuckle. My finger slips under her chin, making her look at me and not her hands in her lap.
“Hearing the word ‘fucking’ coming out of your mouth makes my dick twitch, baby.”
“You have a dirty mouth, Jack.”
“Oh, baby, you have no idea.” I wink.
Lilith is very reserved, and I have always liked that about her. She never threw herself at me when we were younger, or even men now, from what I have seen and heard from the guys.
I know she comes from a rich family.
A fucked-up family from the sounds of it.
I wonder what they would do if she went to this wedding with a biker. I grin to myself, thinking that that might not be a bad idea.
“Can you bring a date to the wedding?”
Her mouth opens then closes like a fish, but she says nothing while she thinks over my question.
“I—I don’t know. Nothing has been said because they think I am still heartbroken over him.” She shudders.
“Do you need to ask, or do you have the balls to just turn up with a date?” I arch a brow at her.
“No balls. That is all you,” she quips, and I throw my head back, laughing at her.
Her smile and giggle make my fucking heart skip a beat.
She is something else, I can tell you that.
Lilith was always happy and caring when she came to visit when we were younger. People loved just being in her presence.
Lilith Cullen would give you the shirt off her back and her last dollar, if you needed it. No matter if she knew you or not, that is the type of person she is, and I want Dom to have that in his life.
Being brought up with the Ol’ Ladies of the club had such a profound effect on Dom: he saw what it was like to treat a woman right, he saw the respect that women deserve, but he also saw some of the shit that men pull on women and that is not right. I still laugh remembering the day when he found out that Astrid was gone and it was Lennox’s fault; he punched that fucker in the balls.
Dominic has never met or seen any of the women I have hooked-up with. I never wanted that life for him. It was always my way of keeping a promise to myself that he would meet the one woman that I would call my own, that I would claim.
When Lilith came back to Fort Lauderdale and I found out that’s she was staying and opening Wicked Sugar, I knew that it was my chance, but I needed to be wary of jumping right in with her, because she respects my relationship with my son. Even from afar, you can tell that she knows that Dom takes priority with me.
It makes me want her more.
“Knowing my mother, she has everything planned to the second with this wedding, even if it is not her daughter getting married. Again, people are afraid to tell my mother no. I will ask if I can bring a date.”
“Good. I can only assume that I need a tux for this shit.”
She gasps, her lips forming the perfect ‘O.’
“You? You want to be my date?”
“Who else would you take? You have a man stashed away that I do not know about?” I growl, thinking she may have another man in mind.
Her head pulls back at my deep growl, her eyes widen but I see no fear, arousal maybe but no fear. She likes my jealousy. Oh, I see you, baby.
“No one. I haven’t been on a single date since I have been here, Jack.” Her voice is a whisper, as she looks back out to the ramps.
I know she is telling me the truth because yeah, I check on her. Maybe stalk a little. Sue me.
“I know.” I wink. “You find out if you can bring a date and I am your man.” I lean in kissing her jaw, making her shiver. “In all fucking ways, baby.”
She nods but says nothing. So we sit and watch Dom for another hour. We talk about random shit. Her sugar work, my hunting business with the club.
The simple time I have with her means more than she can ever fucking know. There is no pretending, no expectations, just the soothing sounds of the water, the sounds of kids playing, and simple conversation.
Fucking unplanned perfect date.