Chapter 15
Tank
I slowly run my thumb along my bottom lip as I watch my daughter sleep in her bright purple bed, cuddling up to the brown bear Doc packed for her while the dogs guard her on the floor, my body finally at peace having both of them underneath my roof where they belong, though I know that peace won’t last for long especially when Jas wakes up with a major headache.
Did I know Doc carries sedatives with him as a just-in-case scenario when we left the hospital? Of course I did.
Did I know I was going to drug my girl and bring my family home? No, not really.
My plan was to speak to Jas and try to come down with some sort of agreement, but seeing the place, I fuck, I was struggling, I really was, but when she handed me legal paperwork, I snapped, and Doc knew instantly what I wanted because of my words before we even entered the apartment.
I was going to give her the choice, and when I say choice, I mean, I was going to get her to willingly come home, but she fucked up with that legal shit.
Which yes, I know I started but I was trying to get her to come home, and don’t get me started on the bare minimum shit she had in her closet.
The food in the cupboards was more for kids than adults proving she’s not eating and only feeding our daughter and then there was the fact she was sleeping on the goddamn floor and Aisling was on a fucking mattress.
Aisling giggles in her sleep, making me smile while my heart aches.
I missed out on so much, and I get it, I really fucking do. Jas’s mama had just tried to kill our baby, she threatened me and then add my mama into the mix, she panicked, but six years, fucking six years.
The pregnancy, the birth, the sleepless nights, first words, first steps, first day of Kindergarten, I missed it all, and I don’t know if I can forgive Jas for that but I, fuck me, I can’t live without her, I’ve tried and failed.
Sighing, I push off the door frame and with one last look at my daughter, I shut her door slightly, leaving a little gap before going to the master where I carried her mama to four hours ago.
By the time we got to my farm, Aisling was awake and went straight to Simba and Coby with happiness, and well Jas, she was still out of it, though her phone kept blowing up from Jackass Hammack, seriously, that is what the name was under.
Doc answered, and all I heard was, ‘Jasmine quits,’ before he hung up, so I’m guessing that was her boss, though I still don’t know what she does.
Dirty never did his digging thanks to Doc and his bright ideas for me to speak to Jas.
I swallow as I walk into the master bedroom and see her still asleep in the middle of the bed, still wearing her knee-length light pink dress.
The only other dress she owns, with the black one she wore for Granny’s funeral, whose ashes are downstairs on my mantelpiece because I knew she didn’t want the Williams’s to have them.
She wanted her granddaughter, who left without a word, to have them.
I run my eyes over her, my heart pounding as all the memories inside this room hit me, and for twenty minutes, I just watch her, allowing the happier times to float through me before she stirs, and my stomach tightens.
Damn, she’s going to kill me.
I watch closely as her brows scrunch and a groan escapes, which has my dick perking up, and slowly, Jas opens her eyes but winces before slowly sitting up.
I swear I’m fucking entranced as she looks around the room, her eyes taking in all the things that she left here, her body trembling, her eyes wide.
She’s shocked I kept everything, and that just pisses me the fuck off. I got her name tattooed on my fucking arm for Christ's sake!
I tilt my head as her eyes come my way, like she can feel me looking at her but instead of locking eyes, hers travel down my body, and she sucks in a breath at my bare chest.
Good to know I still affect her.
“Welcome home, buttercup,” I say coldly, not willing to give her any warmth, and our eyes finally connect, hers full of rage.
Damn, the last time she was this pissed off with me, I accidentally set her coursework on fire, turning the stove on, completely forgetting I moved it off the counter to set it up for us.
It was also worth half her grade so the anger was warranted…
“You stuck a needle in my neck!” she accuses as she scrambles to stand up, but sways when she hits her feet, making me move without thinking.
I quickly wrap my arm around her waist and cup her cheek, forcing her to look at me, and I frown, looking into her eyes for any sign of side effects from that drug.
“Am I blurry to you, Jas?” I demand to know, doctor mode coming out, but she shoves me away and snaps, “You drugged me you jackass, what do you expect?!”
She looks around the room before demanding, “Where is our daughter?” Did my heart just flip at our? Yes, yes, it fucking did, but anger soon takes over when she growls, “Where is she, Logan? We’ve got to go home.”
“You are not going anywhere!” I snap, and she glares at me as she shoves her hair out of her face.
“She’s not safe here, Logan! You’re not safe with me here!” she shouts, and I snap, “Keep your fucking voice down, Ais is asleep!”
Okay, so that might have been the wrong thing to say.
Her face reddens before she shoves me hard but I don’t move pissing her off and she shoves me again, “Don’t tell me what to do!
” another shove, “I didn’t break my own heart for you to bring me back here and my mother to destroy you, Logan, for yours to kill our daughter,” she shouts yet again, pissing me off, “I need to grab Aisling, we need to leave,” another shove, “Dammit, move out the way you big lump of psychopath!”
“You're not going fucking anywhere, Jasmine. I’ve already told you, this is your home,” I snap.
“You don’t even trust me!” she reminds me as she shoves me again.
“But it doesn’t mean I don’t fucking still love you!” I shout back, making her freeze, and my jaw ticks as her eyes lock with mine, shining full of disbelief.
I scoff and shake my head, but before I can turn away and storm outta the room as I plan, Jas throws herself at me.
My arms automatically go around her waist on instinct as she cups my cheek and her lips slam against mine, and fucking fireworks blast behind my eyelids as sparks rush through me, and I melt with a groan, gripping her waist tighter as I lift her.
Jas wraps her legs around my waist, and I cup her jaw as I kiss her harder, deepening the kiss as I shove my tongue into her mouth and tangle it with hers, her taste instantly holding me.
Fuck me, I’m home.
I don’t think about the past, the hurt, the pain or the fact we’ll most likely regret this moment.
Instead, I focus on her body pressed against mine, her lips molding mine bringing so much peace back to me.
I melt as I guide us to the bed and slowly lower her back on the mattress, my body going over hers as our kiss gets quicker, dirtier…
Mine, mine, mine, is all I can think as my heart pounds, my body humming with need.
I leave one hand on her jaw and bring the other between us, trying to shove her dress out of the way, and I grip the middle of her panties, groaning at how wet they are, all for fucking me, and I pull hard.
Jasmine moans into my mouth as her panties tear, including part of her dress, but she doesn’t care as she quickly undoes my jeans and pulls my rock-hard cock out, and my balls tighten having her soft hands on me again, and it takes everything inside me not to fucking come.
I bite her bottom lip as she places the tip of my cock at her entrance, then grabs my arms as I thrust forward hard, her tight walls squeezing me, and she moans as I bite her lip hard, my balls begging to release.
“Logan,” Jasmine preens, needing more as she moves her hands from my arms and into my hair, gripping the strands I’ve let grow, suddenly happy about that notion and I shove my tongue back into her mouth as my dick twitches as her walls flutter around me.
Fuck me, that feels good.
Gripping her thigh, I lift it high against my shoulder so I can reach deep as I move my hips back, then thrust forward hard and begin a steady rhythm, ensuring our hips slap against each other hard.
Jas moans into my mouth, and I swallow it as I kiss her full of tongue and teeth.
So much fucking pleasure fills me, feeling her tight wet heat pulling me in, the heels of her feet digging into my ass, her hands gripping my hair, our mouths fusing like we’re starving for each other and we are, we really fucking are.
Jas’s breathing picks up, a sign she’s ready to come, and without breaking the kiss, I run my hands up her arms, causing her to let go of my hair, before I link our fingers as I press them hard against the mattress and thrusting quicker, ensuring to hit that spot.
“L-Logan,” she chokes as she breaks the kiss and throws her head back and I latch onto her neck, biting down hard as I grunt, “Come, buttercup, squeeze my fucking cock,” and as if waiting for permission, her cunt squeezes me in pulses before tightening nicely around my cock and wetness spreads between us and I groan against her skin as she gasps and grips my hands tighter causing me to thrust harder.
One, two, three more thrusts before my spine tingles and my balls tighten uncomfortably before I release deep inside her, pushing my hips flush against hers as I paint her walls with my cum, and I bite her neck even harder, leaving my mark as I used to, and she moans, tightening her legs around my waist.
Fuck me, that was good and so much better than my right hand.
I breathe hard as I gently run my tongue over my mark then gently kiss it, and Jas lets go of my hands and wraps her arms around my neck as I balance on my arms, keeping my dick deep inside her, feeling our releases mixing together, feeling so fucking content after not having her–
I freeze in my thoughts because fuck, everything comes back.
Dammit…
My breathing deepens, and Jas holds me tighter, feeling the difference, but I just, fuck, I can’t.
Swallowing past the lump forming I move out of her hold, my semi-hard dick slipping out of her heat, feeling very fucking cold suddenly, and I climb off her as I put myself away.
“Logan?” she whispers as she sits up, pulling her dress down but I don’t look at her, instead I mutter, “I need a minute,” before turning and storming out of the room, my heart pounding, my skin itching to get back to her, to strip us both and spend the night inside her but instead I listen to my head.
I quickly do my jeans up and check on Aisling, both dogs lifting their heads to look at me as I open the door and see she’s still asleep, so that her mama and I didn’t wake her and I close the door gently before I rush towards the stairs trying to catch my breath, my mind only thinking one thing – it was a mistake, something I never thought I would think where Jas was concerned.
I storm down the stairs as Jas calls, “Logan!” with pain lacing her voice, but I ignore her and slam through the front door and down the steps, only to groan as Dad climbs off his bike and walks over to me.
Fuck’s sake, tonight is not my fucking night.
“Not now, Dad!” I snap, knowing full well Jas will follow me out here and most likely chew me out.
There is no way she’s going to let me get away with walking away like that, fuck, even I’m kicking myself but I couldn’t breathe.
We shouldn’t have slept together when I knew I didn’t trust her, even if it was the best fucking sex after six years of being celibate.
I was the enforcer for my own club, a role where I protect everyone, yet my own girl, the woman who holds my heart, didn’t trust me to protect our family, and I just fuck…
Is my ego busted? Yeah, pretty much but my heart… Damn.
“You need to come back to the club, put your patch on your back and get over whatever shit is going on with your mother,” Dad states completely oblivious to my mind fuck and I shake my head with a dark chuckle at his balls to come here and say shit to me but he continues, “The brothers need you, son, you are their enforcer. You should be riding out tomorrow with Anchor, Stone and Trigger to meet up with Axel and the Untamed brothers, but instead you’re here! ”
Again, I shake my head at his stupidity and blindness just as the front door slams open and I silently groan seeing Jas storm out of the house still in her dress despite the tear at the bottom looking well and truly just fucked.
I fucking knew she would follow and what pisses me off even more – my dick is hard yet again.
He’s fucking missed her, but then again, so have I, so goddamn much.
Dammit, why did she have to hurt me?