22. Momentary Peace #2
He watched her lick the ice cream, moaning with pleasure and making his dick twitch before she approached Jax as he held Chloe.
They looked like a picture-perfect family.
Holding Chloe closer to her mother, Jax allowed Deja to feed their daughter the ice cream that she nearly chomped in one bite, immediately regretting it from the brain freeze she gave herself.
“Small bites, Chloe! Small!” Deja laughed.
Deja and Jax locked eyes with each other as if they were lost in their own world together.
Jax bit his lip, and reflexively, Deja stood on her toes, pressing her lips against his.
While Chloe tried to grab the ice cream that Deja held away from her, her parents kissed with such fervor that she whined to pull them apart.
“So demanding,” Jax grinned as Deja snorted, giving Chloe more ice cream.
Ian slowly exhaled as he watched them. He loved her smile. He loved seeing her so happy. He loved… loving her.
“You okay?” Keith asked, patting Ian on the shoulder while sipping a drink.
“What if she says ‘no’...?” Ian said quietly.
“She won’t,” Keith said.
“But what if she does…”
“She won’t.”
“But-”
“Ian,” Keith said, stepping in front of his brother. “You’re an annoying pretentious motherfucker with your head so far up your ass I don’t understand how you don’t just taste shit all the time.”
Ian looked at him, appalled. “I will stab you in broad fucking dayligh-”
“But she loves you,” Keith cut him off. “She fucking loves you. And me, obviously. Because who wouldn’t love me-”
“For the love of Roselyn…” Ian groaned.
“She shows us every day that she loves us. That she wants us. That she’s ours and we’re hers. She will say ‘yes’,” Keith said, casually sticking his straw in his mouth.
Ian twisted his mouth as he considered his brother’s words. Every once in a while, the imbecile said something… poignant. He watched Keith sip from the green drink with black balls at the bottom. “...what are you drinking?” Ian asked.
“Boba tea,” Keith said, handing it to him. “Want some?”
Caleb stared absentmindedly into the crowd. Trying to avoid the people staring at him. He wanted to enjoy this moment. This day… with his family. For Deja.
But he felt sick. The hollow feeling in his gut had only worsened since they left the hotel that morning.
“Sorry,” he said, accidentally shoulder-checking someone.
They seemed to panic as they moved away from him, apologizing profusely.
Caleb’s face fell. He hated this. He hated being feared for things he didn’t do.
For being recognized as someone he wasn’t.
“Jamie… What the fuck did you do?” he muttered to himself.
Caleb contemplated leaving, returning to the hotel, and staying inside so his family could truly enjoy their day out without feeling like a spectacle. “Caleb, you have to try this,” Deja said, nearly tackling him. “It’s so good.”
Looking down at her, he saw a bit of white sugar cream painting her lips and couldn’t help but grin. “So good, you look like you have cum on your face,” Caleb teased. Wiping the cream from her lip with his thumb, he sucked it between his lips.
“Stop trying to make me horny and try it!” she whined, pushing the treat to his lips.
“Can’t I do both?” he asked.
“Caleb!” she snapped as he chuckled. He parted his lips, and she nearly choked him with it. “Well?” she asked impatiently. “Isn’t it good?”
“If I say ‘yes’, will you kiss me?” he smirked.
Deja’s cheeks warmed as she bit her lip. “I’d kiss you regardless.”
He lowered his head as she stood on her toes until their lips met. Her tongue licked the cream from his lips before pushing into his mouth. She fisted his shirt as she pulled him close, intensifying their kiss. “See what you’ve done…?” she breathed against his mouth.
Caleb smirked against her lips as he wrapped her in his embrace. “Made you a little wet…” he hummed against her ear.
“Yeah, Daddy… just a little…” she groaned, rubbing her thighs together.
“Daddy? How did I do such a number on you so fast?” Caleb chuckled as he kissed her forehead. Tightening his arms around her, he held her close, inhaling her scent as his finger gently traced the top of her ass. His finger plucked at her panties over her dress.
“Caleb, that’s not helping…” she muttered, pressing her hands into his back and pushing her face into his chest.
Lowering his mouth to her ear, Caleb whispered. “You should take them off then…”
Deja suddenly looked up at him irritably. “I hate you.”
Caleb laughed loudly as Deja pushed him.
Moments later, they were back in the mall, visiting a department store after Deja insisted she needed some retail therapy.
She suggested the guys visit places they found interesting, but they refused to leave her alone, insisting it was for her protection.
Deja was convinced they were just attached.
She didn’t mind. She was attached as well.
It was challenging for her to find nice clothes that fit her. The measurements in Korea were different from those in the US. “Nothing looks good on me,” she said, exasperated, staring at the unflattering dress in the mirror. “Like… was I always this hideous?”
“You’re not hideous,” Jax said, grabbing a dress. “You never were. Take that off. Try this one.”
Deja tried not to show her frustration as she peeled off the dress.
Holding onto Jax’s shoulder as he crouched down next to her, she stepped into the new dress until he pulled it over her breasts.
Staring at herself in the mirror, she watched Jax zip the dress in the back until its green material hugged her hips and stomach, pushing up her breasts.
It was a halter with a flowing empire style and two slits starting at her hips, showing her thick, dark thighs with each subtle movement.
“Wow…” she said breathlessly.
“‘Wow’ is right,” Jax said, grabbing her hips from behind. His lips brushed against her ear. “You look like a goddess… Entirely fuckable…”
Deja rolled her eyes with a smirk. “Everything looks fuckable to you.”
“Only if you’re wearing it,” he said, kissing her cheek. “Let’s ask the others.”
The door to the dressing room swung open before Deja saw Caleb, Keith, and Ian holding Chloe, looking through garments. They ceased speaking the moment their eyes landed on her. “What do you guys think?” Jax asked, showing Deja off as if she were a doll.
“Holy fuck,” Keith muttered.
“You look… fucking gorgeous,” Ian said, swallowing hard.
“Stunning. It looks easy to take off,” Caleb mused.
“Even better,” Jax said, pushing his hand between the slit to expose her thigh.
“Easy access,” Ian, Caleb, and Keith said simultaneously.
“Excuse you!” Deja laughed hysterically. “You guys have issues.”
“Why are you surprised?” Jax grinned.
“I think you should get this,” Keith said, holding up a tiny red swimsuit.
Deja snorted. “Why? Just so you can tear it off with your hands?”
“Are you kidding me?” Keith said. “Baby, I’m tearing this shit off with my teeth. I will floss your ass with my tongue.”
“Keith!” Deja blurted as Ian and Caleb broke into laughter.
“Keith, you need a filter,” Jax grinned.
“That’s no fun, Jax,” Keith snorted. “Is that a ‘no’ to this swimsuit?”
“Yes,” Deja said.
“Yes?!” Keith said excitedly.
“No, Keith! It’s a ‘no’!” she said, snatching it from him.
“Goddamn…” Keith muttered.
“I’ll find something… more appropriate,” Caleb grinned as he walked off.
“Here, little brother. I’ll help you find something a bit more… tasteful,” Ian said, handing Chloe to Jax.
“Jax, can you unzip me? I’m gonna go take this off.
” She waited until the back opened before she headed into the dressing room.
Deja could hear her men chatting just outside the dressing room walls.
She breathed a sigh of relief. She needed this day.
She needed this time with them. To not think about anything and to just…
enjoy life. Even if for a fleeting moment.
Pulling off her dress, she grabbed a silk robe that Ian had picked out for her and draped it over her shoulders. “Damn… He has good taste…”