Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
ANDIE
“I’m not sitting in the car like some fecking teenager.”
I can’t stop my smile. “Your Irish is showing.”
Liam scowls at me from the driver’s seat.
“You said ‘fecking.’ It was cute.”
I’m only amused more when his scowl deepens. “I am not cute.”
“You are also not coming with me,” I tell him.
We’re sitting in the Rover outside the south wall of the Rossi estate, and Liam isn’t happy. But I need to have a conversation with Jax and Keane, and I sure as hell am not doing it over the phone or through a text. I don’t want the guys to show up at Falcon Tower again and have the families and Julio catch wind of it, and with what happened tonight with Rafe, I’m not willing to take the chance of meeting them anywhere else. And I can’t just drive up to the gate, expect a warm welcome, and be allowed entry onto the estate without causing a shitstorm. Keane may be at the helm of the family for the moment, but as far as Max’s men know, I’m still his daughter who was kidnapped by their enemy. Me suddenly showing up with one of Declan’s known enforcers in tow would cause too many problems and generate too many questions. It would result in a fight and Liam being killed or captured before Keane or Jax could intervene and say otherwise.
So, here I am, about to infiltrate the Rossi estate like I used to as a teenager when I would sneak out and clandestinely meet up with Rafe. God, it’s killing me to be away from him.
Ignoring Liam, I check to make sure Jax’s knife is holstered securely to my calf, then pop my ass up off the passenger seat and slip my phone into the back zipper pouch of my lycra leggings.
“If I don’t hear from you in thirty minutes, I’m crashing the gates.”
“Two hours.” I pull my hair into a ponytail and hold it in place with an elastic band.
“One hour.”
Opening the passenger door, I’m immediately met with the sounds of crickets singing their mating calls. The humid night air is heavy with a dense fog, which will help keep me cloaked in the shadows of the forest that surrounds the house. “Two. And if you don’t like it, you can drive your ass back to the city.”
“ Jesus fucking Christ . Stubborn-ass woman,” he grumbles. Just as I’m getting out of the vehicle, his hand grabs my wrist and pulls me back inside the SUV.
“What now?” I snap, eager to get going. I hate being back here, at the place that used to be my prison. I’m already on edge and just want to get this over with.
Liam hooks the back of my neck and wrenches me to him, and I’m taken by surprise by the possessive kiss I receive. The shock of his lips claiming mine disintegrates quickly into need. This man definitely knows how to kiss. It’s consuming, and deep, and triggers a rush of wetness between my thighs. I moan into his mouth, seeking more, then pull back when he nips my lower lip hard enough to break the skin. Touching the stinging area, I notice a small smear of blood on my finger.
“You did that on purpose.”
Liam’s response is to show me his twin dimples as he smiles. “Now you can go,” he replies, sitting back in the seat, a smug look on his face.
I swear, guys are so fucking territorial. Liam marked me with that kiss so Keane and Jax would see it.
“Two hours,” I remind him, and hastily climb out of the Rover before he tries anything else.
I know this property like the back of my hand. I know the areas where the security cameras have blind spots, and the times the guards patrol the grounds. So unless Keane has changed anything recently, this should be a piece of cake. Following the route I have memorized from when I was a teenager, I walk over to the corner of the south perimeter wall and dig my toe into a jagged corner of brick. Max thought concrete looked cheap, so he used limestone bricks instead. Luckily for me, raw-cut limestone is rough and uneven, and perfect for what I’m about to do, which is rock climb this twenty-foot wall.
My fingers aren’t used to free climbing anymore, and by the time I make it to the top of the wall, I’ve got a few scrapes, cuts, and blisters. If memory serves me correctly, there are two cameras situated along this section, but their visual spread isn’t wide enough to overlap here. The forty-foot maple tree greets me with its thick branches, and I leap the five feet needed to grab hold of one, then climb my way down the trunk until I can safely let go and land on the detritus-littered ground. Now, it’s only a short five-minute walk to the house.
I’m already sweating and sticky, the fog enveloping me, and microscopic water droplets cling to my clothes and skin. The beam of a flashlight swings my way, and I drop down to a crouch behind a pine tree. Fuck. Keane must’ve changed up the rotation schedule because the guards shouldn’t be patrolling here now. I listen to the crunch of dead leaves come closer and try not to make a sound. The guy stops at the tree I’m hiding behind and lights up a cigarette. The scent of burnt tobacco wafts around me as I wait him out. If he discovers me, I’ll have no choice but to take him out and knock him unconscious.
After a few minutes, he throws his cigarette butt on the ground, grinding it into the earth with the toe of his boot, then slowly walks off. I cock my head and listen for any other noises. Once I’m sure it’s safe to proceed, I sneak my way through the trees and circle around to the east side of the house where I know there’s another camera blind spot. Just as I’m about to climb the downspout that leads up to the roof where there’s a small door that accesses the attic, I hear the click of a gun being engaged.
“Stop right there,” a man says.
I was so close. My shoulders hunch as I sigh heavily, and I slowly turn around with my hands raised. With his gun trained on me, the man comes closer, his face full of disbelief when he recognizes me.
“Andie?” Dante says.
I relax my stance. I’ve known Dante since I was twelve before he joined the organization. He went to my school and was always nice to me.
“Hey, Dante. Could you do me a favor and lower your weapon, please.” Because if he doesn’t, I’m going to have to hurt him, and I really don’t want to do that.
Thankfully, he does, and I drop my arms to my sides.
“Do I even want to ask?” he says.
“It may be better if you don’t,” I earnestly reply. “Are they in?”
Dante touches the walkie-talkie on his belt, and I give him a silent warning with my eyes not to use it because when he does, my presence will be broadcast to every person here.
Dante finally eases his rigid stance. “Fuck, Andie. It’s been a shit night. Jax and Enzo were ambushed?—”
“Hold on. What?” I ask in alarm.
“Julio,” he states, his lips thinned into a grim line. “Enzo and Jax were shot.”
My ears momentarily fill with white noise. Julio and his bastard of a son came after my guys tonight. In the blink of an eye, I could have lost both of them. I still could lose Rafe.
Dante’s next words bring me back. “Jax only got a graze, but Enzo took a bullet to the abdomen.”
I cut Dante off when I turn on my heel and stalk around to the front of the house.
“Andie, dammit, wait!” Dante calls after me.
I take out my phone and dial Keane’s personal number. When it rings with no answer, I try again, but hang up, dialing Jax’s phone instead.
As soon as I reach the front double doors to the house, Jax answers his phone just as a commotion erupts behind me. I don’t turn around to see who Dante is arguing with, choosing to let him handle it.
Putting the phone to my ear, I say, “Alejandro and Julio just made the biggest fucking mistakes of their lives. Alejandro came after me, and Rafe was… he may not…” I can’t finish. I refuse to say it out loud. “Now open the fucking door,” I finish and hang up.
The right double door swings open and profound relief crashes into me, almost buckling my legs, when I see Jax and Keane.
I quickly step inside, motioning behind me. “You may want to handle that,” I tell Keane, and walk past both men, straight into the living room where I know a bottle of Jameson is waiting at the wet bar. If ever there was a night to drink myself into a coma , I think, finding what I’m looking for. My hands shake as I open the Irish whiskey and take it straight from the bottle. It burns like fire down my esophagus, warming me instantly.
Just as I’m about to guzzle the entire contents, inked fingers wrap around the neck and pull the bottle away from me. Jax takes a slow swig and gives it back. We both stare at one another for a long beat.
“Where?” I ask, sliding my free hand around his jaw to cup his face. My fingers brush the sides of his glasses before I remove them and place them gently on the wet bar.
His green eyes heat as he takes my hand and moves it down his shoulder until I can feel the gauze of a bandage. I put the whiskey down and use two hands to carefully push up the sleeve of his shirt, then press gentle kisses all around the bandage that covers up most of a skull tattoo.
My emotions are all over the place, so it doesn’t surprise me when I feel a trail of wetness trace down my cheek. Crying is a weakness that your enemies can exploit, but I don’t stop them. I let my tears tell Jax everything that I can’t say out loud.
“How the fuck did you get onto the property without being detected?” Keane half shouts as he enters the room, then stops short when he sees the wetness brimming my eyes. “Come here,” he issues, and I immediately obey without argument, slipping into his open embrace and breathing a sigh of relief when those hard, tattooed arms wrap around me.
“Are you hurt?” he asks, pressing my face to nestle in the crook of his neck.
My heart hurts, but that isn’t what he’s asking. I shake my head no. “Rafe,” I whisper, and Keane’s arms tighten around me.
I’m thankful when he doesn’t harangue me with any more questions and just holds me until my tears dry. I feel the heat of Jax come up behind me, then his nose buries into my hair at the crown of my head.
“You smell like pot,” I tell him, and his lips curve.
My desire to talk to them, which is why I came here in the first place, turns into another type of need as my senses begin to thrum from being sandwiched between their two rock-hard bodies. I’ve been on an emotional roller coaster of fear and rage for the past six hours, worrying about Rafe, while also devising Julio and Alejandro’s deaths. But I can’t stop the inappropriate and very dirty thoughts from rising up in my subconscious right now. My body also remembers, all too clearly, how good it felt with Keane’s tongue in my pussy as he ate me out while Jax tongue-fucked my mouth. I want to feel that again. I need to feel that again. I need them to help me forget, if only for a short while.
Leaning back into Jax, I meet Keane’s penetrating hazel eyes. Reaching behind me, I slide my hand around Jax’s ass and pull him closer. Keane, at first, looks at me with confusion, then with surprise.
“Andie, you don’t?—”
“Shh,” I hush him, touching his mouth with my fingertip as I lower to my knees in front of him. Keane may call me a princess, but these men are my kings. And tonight, two of them could’ve been taken away from me. I came home hating them. Wanting to take them down along with Max for their role in Kellan’s death. But that’s no longer true. These savage men are mine, just as they claim I’m theirs, and I’m not going to waste any more time fighting my fucked-up feelings about it. This is one battle I’ll gladly lose.
Using deft fingers, I slowly unsnap the button of his jeans. He makes a throaty hum when I take his zipper between my teeth and pull it down to free his already hard dick from its confines. I love that Keane goes commando, making my job of worshipping his cock much easier.
With raised eyes, I turn my head to look up at my Reaper. “Jax?”
He answers me by dropping to the floor and pulling me back by the throat. “Looks like that pretty mouth has already been claimed tonight,” he says, noticing Liam’s bite on my lower lip. Jax punishes me with his own branding kiss before he lets me go. “Now be a good girl and wrap those pouty lips around Keane’s cock while I make you come.”
Fuck, yes . I return my attention to Keane, circling his throbbing shaft with one hand. I’m barely able to reach around his thick girth, and my pussy clenches in expectation of having this massive thing shoved deep inside of her.
Jax wastes no time and pushes under the elastic waistband of my leggings, going straight for my clit. When he scissors the tiny nub between his fingers, I rumble a long moan as I leisurely glide my tongue up the vein on the underside of Keane’s cock. The salty, musky taste of him is as addictive as what Jax is doing to me with his hand.
My body becomes one, giant sensory organ as I experience every touch, taste, and sound of the two men on either side of me. As Jax’s fingers slick through my arousal, I mold my lips around Keane’s tip, tonguing the slit with the precum leaking out. Keane’s hand delves into my hair, and he fists my ponytail but doesn’t take over. He shouldn’t need to. I plan on deep-throating him until I gag and can’t breathe. One thing I got very good at when I was with Rafe was giving head. A wave of sadness washes over me when I think about my ex, and I mentally lock it down. Once he recovers—I refuse to think of any other outcome other than that one—I plan to lock us in a room and fuck the daylights out of him. Rafe and I have a lot of lost time to make up for.
“He’s not leaving us,” Keane murmurs, looking down at me with a fierce resolve, somehow knowing exactly where my mind has wandered.
I know Keane is still livid with Rafe for what he did, but I also know how much they love one another. It’s an unbreakable bond of friendship and brotherhood forged by the dangerous life they’ve shared.
I take Keane to the back of my throat, swallowing thickly and breathing through my nose. Massaging the skin at the base of his cock with my thumb, I bob my head, hollowing my cheeks as I suck, while simultaneously jacking him off.
“Goddamn, Andie,” he groans, his fist tightening in my hair to the point of pain.
Jax’s mouth goes to my neck, lightly biting, as he inserts two fingers inside me. He pumps them in and out, curling his fingers in a way that rakes across my G-spot and has me shuddering. His other hand drags up under my shirt where he fondles my nipple. He alternates between flicking and tugging at the tight bud before he soothes the ache by caressing my breast with his palm.
The three of us soon devolve into one synchronized mass of hedonism. I’m able to undo Jax’s pants and take him in my right hand. I need him with me and Keane, wanting to feel them both come in me and on me at the same time. The wet sounds my mouth and my pussy fill the room, along with our grunts and moans. Tears leak from my eyes, but this time, they’re from the overload of pleasure I’m experiencing. Everything coils sharply, building and building in my core and at the base of my spine, as my hips take over and ride Jax’s hand. Keane’s cock thickens and jerks in my mouth, while Jax’s pulses against my palm, telling me they’re close as well.
Keane takes over, holding my head steady so he can thrust inside my mouth, desperately chasing his orgasm. Just as my muscles lock and my body bows tight, an explosion ripples through me as I come hard with a long cry. Seconds later, Keane is coming down my throat, followed closely by Jax groaning my name as his release paints my buttocks and pours over my hand.
My eyes flutter closed, and I sigh lustily, sinking into a blissful, sated mess in Jax’s arms. Warm, soft lips tenderly kiss me. I blink my eyes open to find Keane kneeling on the floor with me and Jax.
“Ours,” he says, kissing me just as carnally as what he and Jax did to me mere seconds ago.
“Yours,” I whisper back, accepting my fate. No more running away and no more fighting the inevitable.
With Jax’s help, Keane wraps my legs around his waist and stands up. I marvel at the amount of strength that must take. He grips both of my ass cheeks to hold me in place and kicks his pants fully off. Jax tucks himself back in his jeans but leaves them unzipped, then locates his glasses and slides them on.
“Where are we going?” I ask Keane as he starts walking us out of the living room.
“My bed.”
I snuggle down in his arms and enjoy the ride, giving Dante a finger wave as we pass by. He’s standing guard at the front door with another man I don’t recognize. They don’t even blink when Keane, his bare ass on display, carries me up the stairs that lead to the east wing of rooms.
Wrapping an arm around Keane’s neck, I reach out to Jax, needing him connected to this moment and sharing in what’s about to happen. What I want to happen. Badly.
I hope Liam doesn’t mind waiting more than two hours.
We’re six steps up the curved staircase when Keane abruptly stops. Shit. Did I just say that out loud? I really need to stop doing that.
“He’s here?” Keane’s voice is edged with anger.
“Uh, yeah. Rover parked outside the south wall.”
“Dante.” Keane clips out his name. “Go grab that motherfucker and bring him here. But keep it quiet.”
Dante is already heading out the front door before Keane finishes.
“Keane, dammit, this— umph .”
My breath is knocked out of me when my back is slammed against the wall, Keane’s big body impaling me in place.
He snakes a hand around my neck and grips tightly. “I could smell him on you the moment you walked in the fucking door.” He grinds his cock on me, hitting a place on my already sensitive clit that has me literally seeing stars.
Jax stands on the step below us, blocking the view from the other guy and for anyone else who happens to walk by or come through the front door.
“ Keane ,” I whimper with need and berate myself for not having stripped down in the living room when he did. If I had, he’d be balls deep in me by now, and I’d be riding his massive cock to another violent orgasm. “Liam is my bodyguard,” I pant out, my eyes rolling back for a completely different reason that has nothing to do with being irritated by his jealousy.
Ingrained defiance has me lifting my chin until our eyes meet. “Just because I was with him, doesn’t mean I’m not yours .” I tilt my face toward Jax. “Or Jax’s, or... Rafe’s.”
Keane’s chest collapses when his pent-up breath releases. “Damn you, Andie,” he says, swiping his tongue across the seam of my lips, before placing a chaste kiss to where Liam broke the skin.
I bring our faces together, his dark, mahogany hair like silk against my skin. “Go put on some pants,” I tell him. “There are a lot of things we need to talk about. I also want to check on Rafe.” I tug on his top lip with my teeth. “We’ll finish what we started later.”
He nods, allowing me to untangle my legs from around his waist and slide them down his body until they reach the solid ground of the step.
“Keane?” I call as he goes around Jax and bounds down the stairs to head to the living room to grab his trousers.
He looks up at me, and I get lost in just how handsome he is. My eyes linger for a moment on his still hard dick, and my pussy curses my stupid mouth for mentioning that Liam was nearby.
“Ready to set the world on fire with me?”
He sends me a boyish smile. “Always, Tinker Bell.” Then he disappears around the corner, just as the front door opens, and Liam and Dante enter.
“For fuck’s sake,” Liam says when he sees Jax standing on the stairs with me and notices my disheveled appearance. “Can’t you go one day without fucking her?”
Jax grins.