Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
ANDIE
Nearby voices filter through the sleep fog clouding my brain, but that’s not what wakes me up. It’s the orgasm I’m about to have, caused by the tongue stud flicking rapidly over my clit.
Like getting twelve shots of espresso mainlined into my bloodstream, I jerk wide awake just when Jax’s teeth bite down on my swollen nub, and I come. And holy shit , do I come. With thighs clamped tightly around his head and my loud, guttural moans filling the room, I detonate like a fucking supernova.
Before I can catch my breath, Jax crawls up my body and slides his steel-hard cock inside me; the stretch of his sudden invasion wipes away any lingering drowsiness I had.
“I missed you,” I tell him, happiness to see my Grim Reaper making me lightheaded.
Jax stills, hovering over me, his sea-green eyes glossy with tears behind his glasses. “Please don’t ever leave me again.”
Worried, I trace his full, gorgeous lips. The raw emotions spewing out of him are like a punch to the stomach.
“Never,” I promise him, wanting to remove the haunted, lost look on his face.
Out of the four of them, Jax may be the crazy one with a lust for blood, but he’s also the one who wears his feelings for me like an open wound. I used to be scared of him, never able to get a read on him with his unemotive gaze, passive, stony fa?ade, and wicked intelligence that could see right through me. But I haven’t felt that way since the second day at Kellan’s cabin after we had that fight in the kitchen when I leaped over the counter island and started choking him. Pain has always been our foreplay.
Jax scans my bruised face until finally landing on my splinted left hand resting on the pillow at my head.
I pull his mouth down so I can kiss him, craving the taste of me on his lips, but Jax resists, and I growl. His cock is pulsating inside me, driving me out of my freaking mind, and I need to come again. So fucking badly. Having him on top of me, inside me, and not moving a muscle is torture.
My legs wrap around his lean waist, my feet pressed flat to the back of his thighs, trying to pull him closer. Still, he resists.
“Are you going to fuck me?”
His lopsided, boyish smile steals the air from my lungs.
“Eventually.”
The voices I had heard earlier have stopped.
“Told you he wouldn’t be able to resist dicking her while she was unconscious,” Liam quips. “Pay up.”
“Jax, you fucking reprobate, you just cost me a hundred dollars,” Keane grouses, and I can’t hold back my giggle any longer.
It feels weird to be laughing right now, with all the horrible shit going on.
Liam walks over and goes down to his haunches at the side of the bed next to me. “How are you feeling, bella ?” he asks, like Jax isn’t there on top of me, his bare ass up in the air, and his dick shoved up my pussy.
“Hungry,” is the first thing that pops out of my mouth.
Liam grins when Jax dips down and sucks on my neck, and I gasp.
“I bet,” Liam insinuates and kisses me lightly on the lips. “Be right back.”
My hand snatches his wrist. “Any news?”
“No, baby. But it’s only been a couple of hours.” He kisses the underside of my wrist, then walks out, closing the broken door—that Keane kicked in—behind him as best as he can.
Keane makes a home on the other side of me and Jax, stretching out his long legs and getting comfortable. “She come yet?”
“ She’s right here,” I tell him.
“Once,” Jax replies and finally starts to move—carefully, gently, taking care not to aggravate my injuries.
It’s not going to take long for me to fall into the bliss of a second orgasm, especially with Keane watching.
Keane strokes my hair. “I think she’s ready for a second.” He shifts down on the mattress until he’s lying on his side, his breath in my ear. “Fucking magnificent. I love watching you come undone on Jax’s cock.” His dirty words have me practically panting.
Keane’s hand heats my skin as it snakes down my stomach. His thumb reaches my already sensitive clit. He gathers the wetness from where Jax and I are connected, not fazing Jax in the least that he’s touching his dick in the process.
As he swirls small circles over my clit, every ache and pain I’d been feeling melts away until there is nothing left but Keane and Jax and the pleasure they’re giving me. My head lolls to the side to meet Keane’s kiss, and he swallows the tiny mewl I emit when Jax’s mouth suckles my breast. His tongue-ring rasps my nipple and sends little electric shocks straight to my pussy. So good. So damn good .
This time when I come, it’s not in an explosion, but in gentle waves like the rolling surface of the ocean on a calm day. I’m floating, existing in an out-of-body experience of absolute heaven.
Jax pulls out and cuddles behind me while Keane continues to capture my sated sighs with his tongue. It’s then I realize that Jax didn’t come inside me, his cock still hard against my ass as he spoons me.
Keane must sense my frown. “Did we hurt you?” he asks, worry filling his scruffy, handsome face.
“No, but Jax didn’t?—”
“Not about me, Angel,” Jax says, his lips on my neck. “Just wanted to make you feel good.”
Well, damn. I think my heart actually flipped a somersault at that.
Liam walks back in carrying a tray loaded with food and four coffees. Seeing four mugs and not five has me inquiring, “Where’s Rafe?”
Placing the tray down on the bench next to the foot of the bed, Liam waits while Jax and Keane help me get upright into a sitting position, albeit with difficulty because my muscles have taken a double-orgasm vacation.
Jax gets off the bed and grabs his sweatpants from the floor, shucking them on, but it does nothing to hide the giant bulge he’s still sporting. The memes about guys and gray sweatpants are spot on. It’s absurd how fucking sexy they are.
“Knocked out and fast asleep in the room next to us. His wound started bleeding again, so Pearson dosed him good to ensure he wouldn’t try and get out of bed again to get to you,” Liam replies, handing me the steaming coffee, his gaze traveling down from my face to my naked tits. He licks his lips. “Tessa was about to barge in, and I told her you were… occupied at the moment.” His cocky smirk has me rolling my eyes.
Sipping from my mug, I relish the burn of the scalding liquid on my tongue. No doubt I’m going to get an earful from her later. The guys gather around me on the bed and dig into the sandwiches Liam made. I get offered bites of different sandwiches between my sips of coffee. Watching these men pander to my well-being is ridiculously endearing. However, I soon become weary of how they’re blatantly ignoring the giant-sized elephant in the room.
“I want to go back to the hospital.”
I want to be there when Declan comes out of surgery. I want to be the first person he sees when he opens his eyes. I want to tell him how proud I am that he’s my dad. I want to tell him so many things I regret not saying sooner. Like, how in just a few days with him felt like a lifetime of love. Something I never had with Max or Cecelia, but something Declan gave to me so freely, along with his acceptance and understanding.
Liam is quick with a “No.”
“It’s not your damn decision, Liam! Shit!” I shout, hot coffee spilling over onto the sheet across my waist. Keane takes the mug out of my hand and away from my reach.
“It’s not yours either, bella . It’s Pearson’s.”
My mouth clamps shut as anger mixes with my grief. “Then tell him?—”
Liam cuts me off. “No.”
Jax lifts me into his lap and wraps me in his arms. “We’ll make sure you get to say goodbye if it comes to that.”
That’s what he assumes my outburst is about. Not being able to say goodbye. Max wouldn’t let me attend Kellan’s funeral. I never got closure over my brother’s death. I never got to say goodbye. Maybe that’s why my brother’s ghost still haunts me.
Declan would be ashamed of me right now. Hiding in my bedroom, crying and worrying. That’s what the old Alexandria would do. She was weak. Powerless. Pathetic. Useless. I swore to myself that I would never be her again.
Declan doesn’t need old Alexandria. He needs Andie. He needs payback. And I’m going to be the daughter to give it to him.
I had once made the metaphor about my plan for revenge being a game of chess. Each player crucial, and each move carefully planned. Fuck that shit. This is no longer a game being played with Alejandro and Julio. It’s no longer a war. It’s time to bring forth fucking Armageddon.
Getting out of bed, I walk over to the adjoining bathroom. “Give me ten. I need to get cleaned up.”
I don’t wait for a reply or an acknowledgment. I go inside the bathroom and shut the door.