Chapter 33
Faye and I woke up to the birds chirping and the scent of Pop’s biscuits and gravy.
My favorite. My stomach grumbled in a protest of hunger.
Pop wasn’t much of a cook, but he could make biscuits and gravy.
I wasn’t sure if I had drank too much whiskey last night while trying to numb my broken heart, but when I woke up before the sun rose with Faye still in my arms, it hit me.
Faye appearing at my door step and telling me she thought of me every day was real, as well as my dick being in her mouth.
Well, that escalated quickly, I thought, and kissed her on her cheek.
I’m glad it wasn’t a dream. I had waited too long for last night to happen and it was finally here.
Not just the naked part, but the part where she was completely bare with me.
The only nudity that would even affect Faye.
Her walls fractured, her vulnerability at stake.
She bared herself to me last night in a way I know she’s only done for me.
Blossoming like a lotus flower, just like I knew she would, the patience making it worth it all and more.
I didn’t know exactly what came next. I knew Faye was half way done with her divorce, but it wasn’t just Faye anymore.
It was the two of them. What if Birdie didn’t accept me because I wasn’t her father?
That fear crippled me. Then there was the other factor—Vadon.
Was I ready to have to deal with that asshole?
I looked at Faye as she slept peacefully in my arms, and I knew it didn’t matter what I had to do or deal with.
I loved her, I always had. Nothing would come between me and my girl again.
I would dismember hell itself for my girl as long as that little light kept shining.
I would be her darkness, making sure her light burned bright.
Faye woke up looking out the window in my arms, and it instantly made me hard again.
I could never get enough of her, especially in the morning.
I was crazy about this bratty woman. Imagine having Death twirled around your pretty little fingers.
All she had to do was look at me with those sleepy eyes and I wanted to take her all over again. She rolled over, yawning.
“Morning, cowboy,” she yawned and stretched, as I moved her bed hair from her pretty face.
“Good morning, baby girl.” I kissed her soft velvet lips.
“It’s been a long time since I smelled your pops’ biscuits and gravy,” Faye said, sitting up in my black woodsy-framed bed, covered by my black wool blanket, her dark brown bedroom eyes siring me back to bed.
“Does that mean you’ll be joining us for breakfast?” I asked, smirking at her, already knowing the answer.
“Jaxon Grimwood, when have I ever turned down Pops’ biscuits and gravy?
” Faye chuckled in response. Faye stood from bed, putting my black plaid, flannel button-up on.
Damn, she looked so good in my shirt, and a pair of my Tommy Hilfiger boxer briefs.
It had been too long since I had seen her like this.
Morning hair, in my tee, freshly fucked.
It was my favorite; she was my favorite.
“Okay, but one thing first,” I interjected, still in bed.
“What?” She looked at me, suspicious.
“Come here.” I grabbed her arm and pulled her back into bed with me.
Faye squealed, her warmth and scent my home.
Morning sex with Faye was like creamer added to your coffee in the morning.
It awakened you, rejuvenated you. She was the creamer to my coffee.
A little sweet and a little bitter. The perfect mix.
We had breakfast with Pop and a cup of joe.
It was just like the old days. He didn’t even seem surprised that she was here.
The bastard knew, hence the biscuits and gravy.
Pop knew Faye loved them. It was like time had never passed.
But I did miss móeir. How I wished she was here so she could see Faye in this kitchen again.
I couldn’t help but feel like she was here with us.
I watched Faye eat and laugh with Pop, mesmerized, and still felt like I was in a dream.
I got my girl back. She was here, in my kitchen.
Pop and Faye were always the talkers in the morning.
I could sit here and watch them talk forever.
I watched her and Pop catch up, and talk about Birdie and the horse haven.
I paid attention to every dimple and smile line as she laughed.
The way she pulled her hair back when she got nervous.
This was my everything right here in this kitchen.
Faye Robles… the keeper to my sinister heart.
After breakfast we washed up and got dressed.
“Birdie is coming home today.” Faye beamed. “I have to meet Vadon at the halfway point.” She seemed nervous about this.
“Are you okay?” I asked her. She looked pale and was shaky. I grabbed her hands, kissing them softly. Faye looked out the window, trying to be anywhere but here again. “Don’t do that,” I murmured. Faye looked from the window to me, snapping out of the daze she was in.
“Do what?” she asked, looking like she was between a parallel world that was here and somewhere else entirely.
“Don’t disappear on me. Talk to me, Faye,” I said, rubbing her cheek with my thumb. She swallowed hard.
“I haven’t seen Vadon since that night, Jax,” Faye stuttered.
The bastard refused to see Birdie for months.
Didn’t even call. But now he wants to play father of the year.
He was a chump and I despised him. Birdie deserved better.
They deserved me. I know I had a long way to go with them, but I was willing to do it.
I loved Faye, which meant a part of me already loved Birdie, too.
It was that simple. She was a part of Faye which meant she would be a part of me.
“Faye, are you comfortable doing this alone?” I asked, my concern visible in my tone. Birdie was the sole reason I hadn’t broken every single bone in his useless body and fed him to the desert, where the wild animals would make a feast out of him. The thought sent happiness down my spine.
The truth was, I didn’t feel comfortable.
Faye would be an hour away from me. If Vadon tried anything, I swear I’d fucking end him with a slow, painful death.
It wasn’t enough that I wanted to rip his head off.
It wasn’t just what he’d done to Faye, but it was the way he disregarded Birdie the last few months that boiled my blood.
How could a father treat his own like that?
He is no man. No man disregarded his children and left them with nothing, to suffer. Faye took me out of my dark thoughts.
“We have to be comfortable with it, Jax. This is our new normal unfortunately. We all need time to adjust.” Faye seemed exhausted just saying those words.
Our new reality was bullshit. “If you want me to, I could come with you,” I contested, already getting dressed to meet this fucking foul man.
“No!” she shouted, hopping up from the bed. “If Vadon finds out we’re together he will lose it, Jax.” The look of worry was growing on Faye’s face.
I laughed, overly dramatic. My little ljos just had no clue. “I don’t fear any man, Faye, let's make that clear,” I said, zipping up my Milwaukee work jeans.
“That’s not the point.” She looked at me with dread in her eyes. Faye was scared of this bastard, it was etched upon her face like a puzzle. This boiled my blood. My demons wanted to surface from their depths.
“We can’t hide us forever,” I said, grabbing her chin with my thumb and index finger.
“I’m not trying to hide us, Jax. I’m trying to protect us,” she explained. Somehow I understood. I didn’t want to push the subject, but I needed to know. The rumors and my curiosity swarmed against my thoughts. Everything in me needed to know. Why was she so afraid of this mortal man?
“Did he touch you?” I asked sternly. Faye turned to me, and the deadpan expression told me everything I needed to know. I had known, I had assumed, but I needed to hear her say it before I turned my wrath upon his murky soul. I needed my little light to fucking say it.