happening. They were supposed to take me somewhere in town, drop me off so that I could call Jones, and find out where I needed to go next. Jones, a U.S. Marshall and my contact in WITSEC. Now they’ve brought me back to their home when Ren could already be following me and now know who they are. They’ve literally just painted targets on their backs. How did this happen? How could they put their lives on the line for mine? They barely know me, but with the way they’re talking, I’m not sure that they know that. As much as it’s going to hurt, I have to convince them to let me go.
Once we get inside, Angel excuses himself, continuing in the direction of the bedroom as he pulls his phone from his pocket. While he’s gone, I decide to start on Jax, hoping if I can get one of them to see reason. Surely the other will quickly follow.
“Jax…” I start, but with one glance of those deep green eyes, my mouth snaps shut and the words die on my lips.
He comes to me, his strides full of purpose and once he reaches me, presses his body against mine, moving us both back until my rear is flush against the wall. Caged inside his arms, he brings his forehead to mine and holds it there as we breathe each other in. “Don’t,” he finally whispers. “You can try all you want to push us away, but you should know, sweetheart, it’s only going to make us chase you harder.”
God.
God.
These men.
“Do you really think Angel will be able to help?”
He nods, his nose sliding against the length of mine. “Yeah, baby. I do. Not only does he have his MC brothers, but his Prez—Priest, knows a lot of people. You’ll be safe with us, I can promise you that.”
Angel walks back into the room and Jax lifts his head. “How’d it go?” he asks as he pulls away from me. Angel walks up, his fingers reaching out and playing along Jax’s before taking Jax’s place at my front. “Bullet is doing his best to trace the number that called and sent the texts to Oakley’s phone.” he answers before kissing me long and slow. When he pulls away, he glances back to Jax. “I’ll know as soon as they find something.”
“You ready to talk?” Jax asks.
The answer to that would be a resounding fuck no. Instead of saying that, I nod as I nervously chew on my bottom lip. Angel takes my hand and tugs me toward the living room where we sit on the sofa.
Jax drapes his arm over my shoulder where his fingers play lazily over the fabric of my shirt. Angel’s hand takes a different route, instead, cupping my thigh.
“What’s happening here…?” My stomach is so clenched in nerves I worry for a moment I might throw up.
Angel gives my thigh a gentle but firm squeeze. “Sweetheart, you know what’s happening. You just aren’t ready to admit it.”
I swallow hard, trying to get past the lump in my throat, but I fail miserably. My breath hitches when Jax’s fingers move from my shoulder to my neck where he puts a steady pressure against my muscles there. “Breathe, little one.”
My breath escapes me in a rush and for a beat I feel lightheaded. “I don’t—I can’t… I thought we were just having fun,” I admit. “This was supposed to be a fling,” I say the words so fast I’m not sure they make sense.
“No,” Maddox says, sounding slightly offended. “This has never been a fling for us, Oakley. Not since day one.”
I give him an apologetic look and he softens.
“It’s okay,” Jax says. “You’re not a mind reader. And I know if you’ve been around Tasha for longer than thirty seconds, you’ve probably heard about me and Madd and our past… hookups.” He cringes on the last word, but he shouldn’t be ashamed or embarrassed about anything they’ve done together. I would never judge them for that.
Cheeks flushed, I can only nod. “I—I didn’t ask. And I’m not judging…” Really not judging. More like wanting. “Oh god.” I slap my palm to my forehead and spit it out. “Okay, yeah, I heard the girls talking about your... hookups. And Tasha told me you guys are into threesomes and that maybe she’s seen—” I cringe and lower my voice. “She said she watched you on the dancefloor once with a woman between you.”
Angel smirks. “Told ya’ they all