“I’ll pass it along.” Joshua stood, retrieved his cell and punched a button. He stood with his hand on his waist, shaking his head at Vicky. After a minute, he said, “Kane. Joshua. We got a big problem.”
Chapter Eighteen
Jax looked like a god when he entered her bedroom later that night. Dressed in white terrycloth pants and bare-chested, he approached the bed with ease. Certainty was in his expression, assurance in every stride.
“I thought you were standing guard,” Brianna said, putting aside the book she’d tried to read.
“Tyler and Flint are standing watch with Aspen right now.” He picked up the paperback she put aside. “What’s this?”
“A ménage romance.”
“You don’t need to learn how to handle three men, baby. You already have that down pat.”
She rose to her knees and massaged his shoulders. “Do you really think so?”
“Hmm,” he crooned, relaxing as she worked her fingers across his neck and back, doing her best to release the tension in his stiff muscles. “I know so.”
“Kane called the Feds, didn’t he?” She paused, noticing how stiff he was again. “I mean, if you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to but I think they did. I think it’s why Joshua called Kane so quickly after Aspen returned. They know if the cops go over to the Blaziers’ place, they’ll take the whole bunch in for questioning.”
“They’ll arrest them, Brianna. What Tyler, Flint, and I didn’t mention to the McKays is the fact that the locals have had knowledge of their business for years. The local DTF doesn’t try to approach them because it would be like trying to infiltrate a cult. They have no idea how much ammunition they have there or the guns they may have on hand or where the guns are going or where they’ve come from. It’s a very delicate situation.”
“And if the Feds go in there tonight? Then what?”
“The old woman will take credit for it and my guess is, the boys will let her take the fall. Still, it will cast a shadow of a doubt on Coco, too. Hopefully, Kane was able to convince his connections only those living here and over at your place need protection.” He moaned as she used her fists to really work on the muscles below his shoulder blades. “Everything will work out.”
“How do you know?” She smoothed her hands over his toned back, loving the way he shifted as she rubbed him.
Jax placed his left hand over her right and pulled her around to his lap. Staring up at him, she lost her
train of thought. The man staring back at her wasn’t interested in talking business. As he walked his fingers across the top of her soft gown releasing the top three pearl buttons, he made his intentions known.
“I have time to love you,” he whispered, pushing her gown away from her shoulders and gasping as soon as the tops of her breasts cleared the material. “I want time for this.” He stood with her cradled in his arms. Turning back to the bed, he lowered her to the mattress, gently placing her head on the pillows. “You’re so beautiful, Brianna.”
“I’m so wet,” she said, moistening her lips.
“Somebody else worked you up for me today. Didn’t they?”
She felt her skin heat. Was he jealous? Was he upset because she hadn’t told him and instead he had to hear about her afternoon rendezvous from his brothers?
“You work me up for you.” She cupped his cheek and dragged her hand down his face. “Does it bother you that I was with Flint and Tyler without you?”
“It shouldn’t.” He narrowed his gaze. “It doesn’t.”
“Are you sure?”
He took a deep breath. “If I had to share you with others, say cousins or strangers, maybe I wouldn’t be so willing to accept this but you’ve always been honest with me, with all of us, and we’ve talked about you a lot.”
Her heart felt warm as his hand slid under her gown and he fondled her breast, playing with the fullness, dragging his thumb over her extended nipple, arousing her. “You haven’t had time to think about me since all this started.”
“You believe that?” He pulled at her right nipple and she moaned, cried aloud with the exquisite blend of pleasure and pain. “You’re all I’ve thought about. I fantasized the whole afternoon while you were with them, imagined how they’d take you, where they’d take you.”
He lowered his head and bit at the lace material, moving it aside with his teeth so he could assault her nipples with his tongue and mouth, suckling one nipple and then the other. “Tell me about it, Brianna. Tell me how they took you.”
She arched in his arms, aching for his touch, for his mouth on hers, his lips moving lower and finding the throbbing bud between her legs, the one pleading for attention now. She tried to reach down the length of her body, but he held her arm at her side. “Not yet, vixen.”
Understanding she could postpone things or move them along at a rapid pace, she whispered, “Tyler took my—”
“Talk dirty to me, sub.” He sat upright, pushing her gown up to her waist. His fingers danced inside her panties, right under her wet entrance. “Tell me everything I missed. Give graphic details.”