Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
LILITH
Pop music plays through the wireless speaker that Jack has in the kitchen. I have been here for three days now and it is sweet, sweet torture.
The man is a walking sex god, a magazine model with how he walks around the house in just a pair of light gray sweats and no shirt.
I get to see him in all his glory on a daily basis now, and my mouth waters every time. His bronze skin from working outdoors, and the defined muscles that he carries. Clearly he works out, but I also think that some of it comes from working hard. Add his tattoos and that sexy thin trail of hair that goes from his navel down into the waistband of his sweats, both make me want to drop to my knees and explore whenever I catch sight of them.
I stir the batter in the bowl, ready to make some cupcakes for Dom and his friends. He is going to a birthday party later today and he asked me to make him some apple cupcakes— he really likes those.
My stomach and heart are still not happy that my presence here has the potential of putting Dominic in danger, but for the past three days, Christopher has been silent. Jack seems to think it is because he caught the kids and they reported back to him, but I think he is biding his time to strike again.
On my first night here, I begged Jack to let me stay at a hotel, but he put his foot down and told me that I was his so I was to stay here, where he could protect me.
“Something smells good,” he mumbles, coming into the kitchen.
I bite back a moan seeing him walk toward me in sleep pants. He is scratching his head, making his bicep flex. God, I want to lick that.
Shit. Stop it, Lilith.
Sleep coats his voice, as he steps to me. His hands go around my waist, pulling me into his body, my back pressed against his front. I shiver when his lips touch my neck, and I lean my head to the side giving him better access, making him moan.
So much for fighting this.
“I love how you respond to me, baby. Damn, you smell like apples and cinnamon.” He breathes me in again.
My nipples harden beneath my pajama top. I have to wear a sports bra beneath my tops while I stay here because my boobs are big and I do not want that around Dominic, it would be inappropriate.
Last night, after my shower, I slipped into a pants and crop top pajama set, that is white with red hearts all over it. The top has three heart buttons, and I love them, they are light and cute.
“Jack,” I whimper when his hands slip under the material of my top, his thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts.
“I fucking hate you wearing this, it stops my easy access.”
“They are too big to leave hanging around your son,” I inform him again.
“He can’t see shit, baby. Plus, he knows what tits are, he is not a stupid boy.”
“Still. I feel more comfortable wearing it.” My voice is low, and he sighs, kissing me again before stepping back.
“Do you want another coffee?” he asks me, stepping over to the coffee pot.
“Yes, please.”
He nods and makes our coffees, while I keep making the cupcakes. The oven’s timer goes off and I pull out the first batch of apple cupcakes that have no cinnamon.
I am aware of his every movement as he goes about doing what he needs to do to get breakfast ready for Dominic when he wakes up, which will be soon. After speaking to Jack about how I feel about PDA in front of Dominic, he laughed at me, saying that Dominic has been around the club since the day he was born, so he knows all about kissing and how couples touch, even though he has never seen anything inappropriate because the club is not like that.
“They smell fucking good, babe. You know you didn’t have to do this for him, right?”
I turn to face him, picking up my mug and sipping my coffee. I watch as his gaze scans my body while I drink him in also. He is leaning against the counter, ankles crossed, sleep pants hanging low on his hips, showing that special muscle us women love, and looking like he stepped out of a fashion magazine.
“I know, but it is the least I can do with you letting me stay here,” I say in a low tone, dropping my gaze to the floor.
I hate the reason I am here, but deep down I know why he is doing it, and I appreciate him for doing it, even if it could bring trouble to his door.
Bare feet come into view, and I have to take in how well-groomed they are. Can men’s feet be groomed? Shit, I am losing it.
His finger slides under my chin, bringing my head up so he can look me in the eyes. A smile graces his kissable lips, his eyes sparkling with humor. Biting my lip draws his attention, and a low growl sounds from his throat.
“Baby, I want to bite that lip, or have it wrapped around my cock again. My balls are aching for you, but tonight you are mine. No kid in the house to stop me from making you scream my name.”
“Jack, you can’t say that,” I pant.
My breathing has picked up, my heart racing at his words as well as my pussy fluttering as each word leaves his mouth.
His lips tilt up at the corner, smirking at me before he leans in, kissing me deeply. Large hands move from my hips to my ass, pulling me into his body, making sure I feel how hard he is. It gives me some power, knowing that it is me that is making him this hard, making him growl when my tongue touches his.
“Fuck.” He rests his forehead against mine, breathing me in. “You are like a fucking drug that I want to get addicted to, Lilith.”
Hearing him say that I am an addiction for him makes me want to jump him, but I hold off. I know that he told me that our times in bed together were perfect, but I can’t stop that little voice in my head that is repeating Christopher’s words.
Pushing the thoughts of my ex down because he has no right to be here between us, I look into his eyes, so he knows my words are the truth.
“I could say the same about you, Jack. For years, I have had you on my mind. The little things that would remind me of you, are why I never gave my heart to Christopher fully.”
He chuckles, stepping back and taking a seat at the large kitchen island. “Like what?”
Picking up my mug, I take a sip before smiling behind the mug, letting him wait for me. His eyebrow arches in question, asking why I am taking my time telling him.
“The sound of any motorcycle. The scent of motor oil. I remember that you would always smell of oil; the girls would brag about watching you clean or repair your bike. I was so jealous of them back then.” I giggle, looking at the man who is now in front of me, who just seconds ago had his tongue down my throat.
“They had nothing on you, Lil. It was just teenage hormones back then. I know you kept your distance after I had Dom, and it was the right thing to do, even though it pissed me off when I found out you were with the dickless fucker.” He winks, making me giggle.
“I knew you would be a great father to him; you had— and still have— a great support system around you with the club, and all of you turned out okay. It was safer for my heart to stay away.”
“Your heart is safe with me now, Lil.”
Freaking swoon.
My heart patters in my chest, and my tummy flutters.
“What’s for breakfast?” comes a sleepy voice.
I smile, looking over at Dominic, who is in his Avenger PJs, his hair sticking up in all different directions.
Something settles in my heart being here with them like this. This is what I have always wanted: a family of my own. Even though Dominic is not my blood, I could love him like he was, if this thing with Jack goes well.
I honestly think that even if Jack and I do not make it, I would still love this little boy; he has a grip on my heart that I am happy for him to keep a hold of.
“Morning to you too, sunshine,” Jack greets his son.
“Morning, Dad. Morning, Lil.” He sits down on the chair next to Jack, before finally looking up to me, then over to the counter that has the cupcakes set out on it.
“Did you make all of those for the party?” His voice shows his shock, along with his now wide eyes.
“I did. I have done a mixture of flavors for you and your friends. Apple cinnamon, vanilla, and some confetti ones. Is that okay?” I ask him.
“Okay? That is amazing, Lilith, thank you.” He leaps from his seat and runs to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I hug him to me, kissing the top of his head.
“You’re welcome. Now, while this batch is cooking, why don’t I make you both some pancakes and eggs?”
“Thanks.” Jack winks at me when I look at him.
They chat while I make them some pancakes, eggs, then cook some bacon to fill them up. Placing some orange juice on the table for Dominic, I slide their plates in front of them, then sit in the empty chair and we all dig in.
“Are you excited for the party?” I ask.
“Yes, this party will be a blast. Elli’s mom and dad hired a DJ for the whole day, we get to play in the pool, and they have big inflatable floaties that we can use. His parents have gone all out because he is ten, they are super rich, but they are really nice people unlike some of the rich kids at school.” He looks down at his plate as he says the last part.
“You having shit in school, Son?” Jack inquires.
Dominic shakes his head. “Sometimes; you know I can handle myself, Dad, but they say shit about the club. I put them in their place, but kids these days show no respect.”
I can’t help but smile behind my mug at hearing this ten-year-old boy say things like ‘kids these days.’ He is truly older than his age.
“They give you shit that you can’t handle, then you come home and tell me, alright? No fucker gets away with bitching about the Rugged Skulls, but you remember our rule.”
“Yeah, Dad. Fight with words and not fists, unless they hit you first. Then you only hit once to get them to back off.”
Freaking hell, these two are too much.
Jack fist bumps his son, and they smile at each other.
“That is a very good rule to live by, sweetie.” Dominic nods, grinning at me proudly. “Just also remember that if it is an unfair fight then you swing as many times as it takes to get them off you, you hear me?” I do not recognize my own voice when I am finished.
The thought of Dominic getting beaten up in school by some rich kids makes my blood boil. I have been brought up around these rich kids who think that they are invincible and mommy and daddy’s money will get them out of trouble.
It is why I kept my distance from most of them all of my life. Hell, I lived with two of them.
They both look at me, not saying a thing for a long time, until Jack moves like a freaking ninja in a flash. I am out of my seat and his lips are pressed against mine while he holds me against his hard body.
“Okay, that is gross.” Dominic fake gags, making us smile.
Jack pecks my lips in a gentle kiss, but it means so much to me, it makes my heart flutter in my chest. How is that?
“Give it a few years, boy, and you will start seeing girls differently,” he says, grinning at his son.
“Yeah, no thanks. Women are too much trouble, sorry, Lilith. I am happy with my video game and my skateboard, Dad.”
“If you say so. Finish up and go shower and get your things ready. I will drop you off at Stefano’s house; I have some errands to run.”
Dominic nods to his father. stuffing the last piece of bacon into his mouth before running from the room, calling out his thanks for the breakfast.
“Do you have plans today?” Jack asks me, placing his plate and mug into the sink.
Shaking my head, I reply, “No. This is actually my two weeks where I have no cakes booked. So it is my usual hours of cooking sugar, and today the store is closed,” I inform him.
He steps in front of me, making my breath seize up in my chest. Dragging my gaze up his bare chest, my nipples harden. As my gaze comes up to meet his, he looks down at me with heat in his eyes.
“I will drop Dom off at his friend’s house for this party.” His voice is deep, and it makes my body temperature rise like hot sugar. “He is staying the night so, baby, you are mine. All. Night. Long.”
My body shivers, making him smirk at me, proud of his ability to make my body respond to his words.
He steps back and leaves the room, like he didn’t just almost make me combust. I sink down onto the chair behind me as his words bounce around my head and I cannot stop the giggle that escapes.
Damn, he is good.