Chapter 10
D uring my recovery I was told this was one of the safe houses scattered around the city, only one of the many all over the country that Jax owned. For the first few days I stayed in bed, in a drip and under the mask, mostly sleeping and drugged up. Could have been more than a few days, couldn’t tell. The doctor stayed in the house just in case I developed any complications.
The house was fully stocked in case someone had to stay in hiding for a long period of time. Each bedroom had a wardrobe full of both men’s and women’s clothing. In case of emergencies, which was often, they had a plentiful stack of medical supplies. And then there was the kitchen which was my favorite room of the house. It wasn’t anything special but was stocked regularly and made sure it had plenty of long lasting food, canned goods and other groceries stored for a rainy day.
Most of the days I spent in silence, wondering what was happening back in the city. Even with dozens of guards in the house, I felt slightly lonely. Jax had stayed away from the house and because all communication had been cut off due to the security breach, I had no way of contacting him. Worry and a sour feeling in my gut was a constant companion as the days dragged on. My anxiety was eased only by the little nuggets of information I managed to gather from the guards regarding the situation outside the walls of my sanctuary.
One evening, just as I was settling in bed for the night, I heard a commotion from outside. The sounds of multiple people stomping and shouting carried to my ears. Startled, I rushed to the door, grabbing the knife I had for protection. The guard standing in the hallway was blocking the doorway with his gun drawn.
“Madam, stay inside.”
“Tony? What’s happening?”
“Hold on, I’ll check.” He rushed to the top of the stairs to peer down. The noise was louder now and I could feel the chaos happening below. “It’s the boss. He’s back and-”
I didn’t need to hear anything more. Rushing past him, I skipped the steps two at a time and reached the bottom in a matter of seconds, my heart leaping in my chest. The scene taking place had me halting my steps. At least a dozen men in different states of hurt were being carried inside and laid down on any available surface. The doctor that had treated me was already in full motion, assessing the situation. The cries and grunts of agony filled the air along with the smell of blood and sweat.
“Holy shit, what happened?”
“Ambush.” Jax said, as he appeared next to me, and scooped me up rushing back upstairs. I landed on his shoulder with an umph. His grip around my thighs was bruising but I didn’t dare to complain. He had returned.
As soon as my feet hit the floor of the bedroom, his mouth was on me. His arms remained tightly around my back, pulling me flush against his body as his lips branded my skin. His touch was brutal, so full of raw emotions I could not decipher. Responding to his feverish touch, I sank my fingers in his hair and tugged at the roots, deepening the kiss.
His mouth was everywhere. I felt his teeth scrape the sensitive skin on my neck, then at my shoulder, till he nibbled his way back to my jaw. Gasping for air and moaning, I captured his lips again, drunk on the taste of him on my tongue.
My fingers roamed over his muscular shoulders and down his chest and abs, digging under his shirt -
What the fuck?
Breaking the kiss, I pulled out my fingers and found them stained red, wet from blood.
“Jax, you’re bleeding.”
“It’s fine.” He growled, tugging me back against his chest and kissing me again. With great effort I managed to squirm out of his grasp and push him at arm's length.
“No it’s not!”
“Don’t worry about it. Come here-”
“No. Jax, please. Let me take a look at you.”
I ignored his protest and pulled his shirt till the thread holding the buttons ripped and sent them flying across the room. His chest was marvelous, an absolute work of art. I had yet to discover the meaning behind all of his tattoos. My fingers trailed his abs down to the side of his bloodied ribs.
Determined, I rushed to the bathroom and dug into the small medicine cabinet on the wall. Hands full of alcohol bottles, cotton swabs and rolls of bandages, I hurried back to the bedroom where Jax was stripping off what was left of his shirt. Fuck this man is gorgeous. If the situation wasn’t as dire as it was, I would have greedily explored his body with my tongue.
Shaking off the lewd thoughts, I placed the items on the bed and guided him to sit down, kneeling in front of him. He watched me with tired eyes, breathing heavily and grunting his disapproval as I began to clean the wound.
“You really don’t have to do this. ”
“I do. I’m not just gonna let you bleed to death.”
“Really, it’s fine-”
“Stop saying that!”
Tears burned in my eyes threatening to spill. I pushed them back, inhaling air through my nose. Jax’s reluctance to let me treat him did nothing to ease my worry.
He shuddered as I placed my hands on his thighs to make room for myself in between them, inching closer to him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him down and placed a soft kiss on his lips before speaking quietly, not trusting my voice not to break.
“You are so stubborn, taking care of everyone. You look out for your crew, your people, your business, your family, everyone. And even me. You exhaust yourself thinking you have to fix everything by yourself.”
“I have to-”
“Of course you do. That’s who you are. There is nothing you can’t do, and I admire that about you. That you are accomplished, successful, persistent and obsessive beyond comparison. You take care of everyone. But who takes care of you?”
Caressing his cheek, I rained kisses on his face, tenderly and slowly planting my lips on his skin, letting my feelings known; though I wasn’t sure what those feelings were. Love? Had I fallen in love with my husband? What else could it be? Overwhelmed with the revelation, I kissed him deeply, making him groan as I pressed my body against him. I was in love with Jax.
“Let me take care of you.” I whispered against his lips, feeling the tremors of his body from my words.
“Katy-.”
“I’m your fucking wife! I’m doing this and you’re gonna let me; or do I have to tie you to the bed so I can look at your wounds?”
“My wife is threatening me with a good time.”
“Don’t tempt me. I will fucking do it, and it’s not gonna end the way you think it is.”
“My cock buried deep in your pussy?”
My cheeks flushed red immediately and I pressed my thighs together to hide the wetness that began to slip into my panties. His nostrils flared and I noticed the shift in his gaze, looking down at me more hungry than before.
He said it as a matter of factly, like he knew I couldn’t resist him, like I had already given my consent. Like that was his purpose all along, no matter the situation, I was gonna end up naked under him tonight. And damn it if that thought didn’t turn me on. He nipped my ear, rewarding him with a soft moan I tried to hide by biting my lip, fruitless.
“Because that’s exactly how this is going to end.”
“Not till I’m done patching you up. So sit still and let me work.”
“Okay.”
Ignoring the clear effects of his arousal, I lathered the cotton swabs with alcohol and began the careful process of cleaning the blood around his wound. He didn’t make a sound but I could feel him quiver under my touch as my fingers caressed his skin. The wound looked bad, whatever it was that hacked his skin, left it open with gnarly jagged edges.
“It needs stitches.” I choked out, patting the dried blood around it.
“Then do it.”
“I can’t-”
“You can.” He looked at me sternly. “There is a needle and a thread in that drawer over there.”
“Jax, I don’t know-”
“I’ve done it before. I’ll guide you through it. I trust you.” Fuck.
Climbing off the floor, I rushed to the desk in the corner and found the items he had mentioned. A bottle of fine whiskey sat on a tray on a shelf with a few glasses stacked next to it. I decided to grab that too. Returning, I shoved the bottle in his hand and knelt back down in front of him.
Taking a swig, he grunted his satisfaction at the gesture. There was no way of numbing the pain that was coming. Before I even had a chance to think about my trembling hands, he offered the bottle to me, too. A silent understanding passed between us. I placed the neck on my lips and took a big mouthful of the golden liquid. I hissed at the burning sensation falling down my throat and into my stomach.
“Easy there, it’s vintage.” His husky voice was like velvet, soothing the heating sensation spreading in my body. How does one drink this stuff? Tastes like acid.
“Noted.” Coughing, I gave the bottle back to him and began to thread the needle with sturdier hands. I was in no way near qualified for doing this, and I told him as much, but Jax assured me that he wouldn’t let the doctor or anyone else touch him. It had to be me. They always made it seem so easy in the movies, when the hero got hurt and somebody had to stitch them up.
Somehow I managed to sew his wound well enough for it to stop bleeding. It wasn’t pretty by a long shot. I knew it would leave a nasty scar and the tattoos around it were ruined. He would have to get them fixed if he wanted the design to be whole again after the scar had healed.
In silence, I cleared the bed and floor from the stuff I had used to treat him and used the sink to wash the blood off my hands. It was even on my shirt that I tossed in the trash returning to the bedroom. Jax was still sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Come here.” He coaxed with open arms. Like a moth to a flame, I floated across the room into his embrace and melted. His scent was incredible. Despite the disinfectant and blood, I could still smell the subtle hint of his musky sweat and aftershave.
I still had many questions but I knew it was not the time for a discussion, as his lips were peppering kisses and love bites down my neck. Climbing onto his lap, he wrapped his arms around me, molding our bodies together and grinding my pussy on his erection. Nothing but the fabric of our pants separated us.
My bra disappeared in a flash and his mouth dipped down to suck in my breasts. He paid attention special to the hardening peaks that he circled around with his tongue, sucking and nipping them with his teeth. With the flick of his tongue I became a panting mess, mewling on top of him like a cat in heat. I was sure my panties were completely soaked in my juices. His rock hard cock was pressing on my clit in the most delicious way and I knew I wouldn’t last long if this continued.
“Oh God.” A voice not my own moaned.
Jax released my breast with a pop and growled, sinking his fingers into my hair and tugging at the base, tilting my head.
“It’s not a god that is making you feel good. You will scream my name and mine only. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
I almost got whiplash from how fast he flipped us over so my back hit the mattress. His hands ran down my stomach and in the next second he pulled my pants off and tossed them in the room somewhere. A sinister expression adorned his face, as though he was preparing to devour me.
“Spread your legs for me. Let me see that greedy pussy of yours.”
My knees fell and I could feel the gush of my nectar leaking out of me, soaking my panties. The throbbing sensation had me drawing in a staggered breath in anticipation on what was to come. His pants came off just as fast as he had discarded mine and then he surged towards me, making me squeal.
His warm breath fanned over my pussy as he laid between my thighs. A shock raced over me as he licked me through the fabric. My hips moved on their own, grinding against his mouth seeking for more friction. I was so close to the orgasm I wanted to cry.
“Jax, please.”
“Tell me what you want, wife.” He rasped against my pussy, his voice vibrating on my sensitive skin.
“I need- Ah… more.”
“Tell me. Use your words.” His fingers teased the lacy edge of my panties, dragging it to the side and leaving my pussy bare for him to see. I shouldn’t have felt shy, given the amount of times he had worshiped my pussy with his mouth and fingers, but still my cheeks heated up even more.
“Please… I need your fingers. I’m so close.”
He hummed, pleased with my request. The lace ripped as he tore it off me and tossed the flimsy scraps over his shoulder. Then he brought his fingers up to my face, suggestively .
“Lick them.”
They tasted like a mix of sweat and gunpowder with a hint of blood, a reminder of the grim events of today. I sucked and licked his fingers, hoping it would wash away some of the tainted memory and replace it with something better, something worth remembering.
Slathered in my saliva, he dragged the fingers down my body, stopping to tease my nipples and trailing down to my aching pussy. His thumb pressed on my clit, moving in a circle, at the same time as he sunk his digits inside me in one smooth motion. I was so drenched he slid into the last knuckle with ease. Pumping in and out of me, he curled his fingers, driving me insane with pleasure.
“Jax, I’m-”
“That’s it, cum for me.”
The tips of his fingers hit the spot that made me see stars as a precursor to the approaching orgasm. Titering on the edge of bliss had me screaming and moaning, thrusting my hips to meet his fingers that worked magic on my body.
“Now.” He commanded.
And then I exploded. My orgasm hit me like a shock wave, surging through my body in droves. I trashed on the bed chasing the high, moaning and panting with abandon. Just when I thought I couldn’t reach any higher, Jax curled his fingers and coaxed another, an even stronger eruption.
My juices gushed out like a fountain, but Jax was there to lap it all up. By kissing and stroking my pussy, he coached me through the climax till I sagged, heaving and spent on the sheets.
“You look absolutely gorgeous when you cum.”
Jax crawled up my body, trailing his lips on my stomach, chest and neck. When he kissed me, I could taste myself, the salty sweetness seasoning his tongue. He wedged himself between my thighs, letting me feel how aroused he had gotten by rubbing his cock all over my pussy.
Reaching for his cock to stroke it, a little precum leaked out. He groaned, thrusting in my hand all the while whispering sweet nothings in my ear. The rumble of his voice sent shivers down my spine and straight to my core, igniting my desire for him. Coating his length with our mixed slicknes, I guided the head of his cock to my entrance, silently pleading.
With a small nudge of his hips, his cock sunk in me and I spread my thighs to make more room for him. His cock stretched me so well. Careful not to disturb the bandages around his torso, I pulled him against my chest as he buried himself to the hilt.
“So fucking tight.”
His strong arms wrapped around me, pinning me down on the mattress and holding me in place, using me just the way he wanted. All I could do was gasp in response and cling to him when he started pistoning himself in and out of my pussy at a rapid pace. The sound of my moans drowned out the sound of our bodies sloshing together. Within minutes I could already feel another orgasm starting to crest.
I almost came when he sat up, changed the angle and started playing with my nipples, twisting them between his fingers. He palmed my breasts and toyed with the hard peaks, to his heart's content, till I was a weeping mess. Unsure if I could last much longer of his delicious torture, I hooked my legs behind his back, urging him to move faster.
With a wicked grin, he threw my legs over his shoulder, folding me in half and drove me over the edge. I felt my pussy clamp down and milk his cock as he roared his release with me. Even when both of us were truly spent and empty, he refused to stop moving inside me.
Letting my legs free, he leaned on his elbows, caging me between his thick biceps. It seemed like he couldn’t stop touching and kissing me, lazily moving his hips and savoring the afterglow. The longer we stayed like that caressingly in each other’s arms, I was certain, the swelling feeling in my chest was love.
I loved him. My husband. The devil himself.