After Us (Next Generation #6) - J.M. Walker Page 0,34
months but I dried up pretty quickly. I did what I could, but she wasn’t getting the nutrients she needed, so I put her on formula. There is better tasting stuff out there, but I haven’t been able to find it. There’s so many different kinds, it’s unreal.” Shame weighed heavily on my shoulders that I couldn’t give her the best of the best.
“Really?” His eyes burned into me, setting my heart a flutter.
“I had it the once when someone gave it to me as part of a present for my baby shower but ever since, I haven’t been able to restock because the stores around here don’t carry it,” I explained. “People have offered to go to another city to try and find it, but the company changed the name, and I can’t seem to locate it anywhere.”
“We’ll find it. If I have to go to another damn country, I’ll get it for Brynlee. I’ll order it online if I have to and try every single type of formula until we find the right one. Alright?”
I nodded quickly, a flush of heat washing over my skin at how he had claimed her as his and so quickly.
“Good girl.”
Those two words made my body burn even more.
Clearing my throat, I picked my mug up off the table and headed back into the kitchen where I could drink my coffee in peace. Although Jaron never followed me, my thoughts sure did.
Passion. Lust. Fear.
I was scared of the feelings I had for him because I knew that I would rather he fuck me than talk about our problems. It wasn’t normal. None of this was.
A warm body came up behind me. Jaron reached around me, placing his mug on the counter beside mine. He didn’t touch me, but he was standing so close, he might as well have. My skin tingled, my body vibrating with want. With need.
“Cyrus and Sammy are coming over for supper on Friday,” Jaron said, his voice taking on that delicious rasp whenever he was on the verge of losing control.
My throat went dry. All I could do was nod.
With a shaky hand, I poured some more coffee into my mug. “What was your nightmare about last night?” That was a safe topic at least and it would get my mind off of all the things I wanted him to do to me.
“Shit I had to do to survive, baby.” His voice took on a low dangerous timbre. He trailed his finger down my arm, a path of goosebumps following it.
“But you did it.”
“I did what?”
I took a chance and turned in his arms, staring up at him. “You survived.”
His jaw ticked. It did that whenever he was pissed or thinking about something serious.
I reached up, running my fingers along the muscle, the beating of it in tune with my heart.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
“I have to get Brynn cleaned up,” he murmured, closing the final space between us. “But I want you to remember.”
I let out a soft sigh at feeling him pressed up against me. “I remember.”
“Do you?” He stared down at me.
I looked away, fidgeting under his scrutiny.
“No.” He gripped my jaw in a rough move, forcing me to meet his dark eyes. “Tell me that you remember that we belong together. That I’m not going anywhere. That you need me and that I need you. Tell me, Piper.”
“I remember,” I gritted out. “I also remember your dirty and filthy words. Your delicious way that you like to use me to make you feel better. Your need to dominate—”
Brynn took that moment to start crying. She usually fussed right after eating. I was surprised she waited this long to interrupt us.
I shoved out of Jaron’s grip and stepped around him. No matter what happened or how much we fought, he was my safe place. He pissed me off, turned me on, and treated me like I was the only thing that mattered.
“Cyrus and Sammy used to come over for supper once a month,” I told him, grabbing a cloth to clean up Brynn. “We would talk about you and they would fill me in on everything they could. Sammy also told me that he tried convincing you to let me come and see you. But you never agreed.”
“I didn’t want those bastards seeing you. It’s bad enough I have to deal with friends who fucked you and probably wish they were still fucking you.”
I stared up at him, scanning his face. “You can’t seriously be jealous. I