Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
MIRA
Jax walks me back across the compound without speaking.
The cold is sharp after the heat of the church room, and I pull my jacket tighter with one hand and match his pace across the gravel, past the workshop, past the main building, toward the main house.
The perimeter lights throw long shadows.
Somewhere on the north fence, two men are running the circuit, their flashlights moving in slow arcs through the dark.
I accepted. I said it out loud in front of every man in that building, and the words sat in the room with the weight of something that doesn’t come back once it’s been said.
Jax stops at my door.
He turns and looks at me in the particular way he has, the one that presents itself as easy and isn’t, and for a moment, neither of us says anything. The compound runs its quiet night around us. Somewhere inside the main building, a door closes. The generator hums at the edge of the property.
“You just swore yourself to us,” he says. “You know what that means.”
“I’m property now,” I say.
“You’re protected.” He holds my eyes. “Different.”
He steps closer.
The space between us is smaller than it was a second ago and my back is against the door and he’s looking at me with something that has been there since the first night, underneath the warmth and the breakfast burritos and the careful questions that weren’t casual, and I’ve been filing it away every morning and not examining it and now it’s standing right in front of me with nowhere left to file it to.
“Been wanting to do this since you walked in,” he says.
I look at him. At the jaw and the green eyes and the easy posture that is not easy at all when you know what’s underneath it.
“Then do it,” I say.
He kisses me.
It starts slow, testing, his lips firm against mine like he’s giving me one last chance to pull away.
I don’t. I push into him, and the kiss turns hungry.
His tongue slides deep, claiming my mouth while his hand fists in my hair.
The other grips my hip and pulls me against him, careful to keep the angle so nothing presses too hard on my belly.
He tastes like whiskey and winter and pure intent.
He reaches behind me, unlocks the door, and walks us inside without breaking the kiss. The room is dark except for the perimeter lights leaking through the window. He kicks the door shut and locks it with a solid click.
“Jacket off,” he orders against my lips.
I shrug it down my arms. His hands take over, peeling my shirt up and over my head. When my swollen breasts spill free into the cool air, my nipples tighten instantly. They’re heavier now, fuller, more sensitive than they’ve ever been.
Jax groans deep in his chest. “Fuck. Look at these.”
He doesn’t rush. He stares at my tits like he’s been starving for them. Both hands come up and cup their weight, thumbs brushing over my nipples until I gasp. They feel so full and tight it almost hurts in the best way.
“These got so much heavier carrying that baby,” he mutters. “All swollen and ripe for me now.”
He lowers his head and sucks one nipple straight into his hot mouth.
The pull is strong and wet. I moan loudly, my back arching.
He sucks harder, tongue flicking fast, then slower, drawing it out like he wants to memorize the taste.
His hand kneads the other breast, fingers digging in gently while he nurses the first one with filthy hunger.
I thread my fingers through his hair and hold him there.
Every pull sends sharp pleasure straight between my legs.
Milk hasn’t come in yet, but my body feels like it’s preparing, aching and leaking a little under his relentless sucking.
He notices and groans louder, switching to the other nipple and sucking even harder.
“These tits are mine now,” he says around my flesh, voice muffled. “Gonna spend hours on them every night. Suck them until you’re dripping for me. Until this body knows exactly who it belongs to.”
He keeps going, switching back and forth, sucking one while he pinches and rolls the other.
His teeth graze just enough to make me whimper.
He licks broad stripes across the swollen curves, then sucks again, pulling deep until my knees feel weak.
My breasts feel worshiped and claimed at the same time.
He’s not gentle. He’s thorough and possessive, groaning every time I moan louder.
His free hand slides down and spreads wide over the firm, round curve of my seven-month belly.
“This belly too,” he rasps, mouth still latched on my tit. “Carrying our future now. Swore it tonight in front of every man in the club. This baby is Ruthless. You are Ruthless. Every inch of you.”
He kisses down the slope of my breast, across my ribs, and presses open-mouthed kisses all over my belly. His tongue traces the tight skin while his hands stroke and worship every curve. I feel exposed and owned and so fucking turned on I can barely stand.
“Bed,” he says finally.
He guides me down onto the mattress, arranging pillows behind me so I’m comfortable and propped up.
Then he strips the rest of my clothes off slowly, eyes devouring every new inch of skin.
When I’m completely naked, he stands back for a second, still mostly dressed with his cut still on, cock straining against his jeans.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growls. “Pregnant and marked as ours.”
He drops to his knees beside the bed and spreads my thighs. His mouth finds my pussy, and he eats me like a man possessed, licking and sucking my clit while two thick fingers push inside me. I’m soaked from all the attention to my breasts.
He groans against my flesh. “Already dripping for the VP who watched you swear your life away tonight. This pussy knows who owns it now.”
He works me until I come hard, shaking and crying out his name. Only then does he stand and strip fast. His cock is thick and heavy, already leaking at the tip.
He climbs onto the bed behind me. Strong arms around my breasts, careful but firm, pulling my back tight against his chest. His other hand splays wide over my belly again, holding me like he’s anchoring both the baby and me to him.
“Gonna fuck you just like this,” he growls right against my ear. “Deep and slow so you feel every inch of who owns you now.”
He lines up and pushes in with one long, thick slide. I moan loudly as he stretches me perfectly. The angle is everything. He starts to move, hips rolling in a steady, powerful rhythm while his hand stays glued to my belly.
“Say it,” he demands, voice rough. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I gasp. “The club. You.”
“Damn right.” He thrusts deeper, still controlled, so nothing jars my belly. “This cunt is Ruthless property now. Just like that baby growing inside you. Gonna fill you up again and again. Breed you full until there’s no question whose you are.”
His words push me over the edge again. I come hard around his cock, clenching and pulsing while he keeps that deep, claiming pace. He curses low and buries himself to the hilt, coming with a guttural groan as he pulses hot and deep inside me.
We stay locked together, breathing hard. His cock still twitches inside me. His hand never leaves my belly.
My voice comes out quiet. “This complicates things.”
Jax chuckles against my neck, lazy and certain. He presses a slow kiss there. “Good complications.”
I lie against his chest with his hand still spread protectively over the swell of my belly.
The full weight of tonight settles into my bones. I stood in front of the entire club and accepted permanent ownership. Same hour I ended up in the VP’s bed letting him suck my swollen tits until I shook, letting him worship every pregnant curve, letting him fuck me deep and claim me completely.
It’s not complicated anymore. It’s done.