we haven’t somehow become joined at the hip.
“What the fuck, Maddox! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Jax growls, stalking over to pick up my phone. We were deep into a game of Words with Friends, and I was finally winning. Now we’re both too shaken up to even enjoy it.
“Shit sorry, babe.” Angel turns up the TV as Jax sinks down between us, glaring at Angel.
When he doesn't catch his attention, Jax smacks him on the back of his head, then jerks his chin at me. Angel runs a hand through his hair and regret flashes in his eyes.
Damn it. Here we go again. Both of them are still treating me like glass after what happened. While I appreciate the sentiment, it's getting on my nerves. I love them both, and I owe them my life, but sometimes a girl wants a little rough sex and they’ve both been so careful since the attack. I’m ready for them to finally lose control and fuck me like they mean it, not like I’m a fragile virgin on her wedding night.
My injuries are healing just fine, but no matter what I tell them, or how hard I try to entice them to lose control, all I get is sweet, tender lovemaking. I come like always, more than my share, but I miss how domineering they can be. I only got a taste of what they had to offer before I was hurt, now I’m ready for the whole bite.
"Wait... isn't the story coming up about your team?" I ask, interrupting. There's a news story breaking in a few seconds. And one thing I’ve learned about Angel is, the only thing he loves more than me and Jax is baseball.
Jax tightens his grip on my hand like he's afraid to let me go. “That doesn't fucking matter, he needs to be more careful—”
Before he can finish the news starts to blare.
“Startling news in Major League Baseball today as first baseman for the Colorado Cobras, Colt Weaving was suspended indefinitely following a drug arrest two days ago. As of now, Weaving has yet to address the media, though his agent has stated Weaving maintains his innocence concerning the incident. More on this story as it develops.”
As soon as the story ends, Angel starts typing up a storm on his phone and Jax narrows his eyes. "Who are you texting?" he asks in a possessive tone.
Angel snickers, even though my man looks to be nearly in tears. “Just letting Bullet know his brother-in-law is on the news. He already knew, though. Told us to keep our fucking mouths shut around the boys unless we want to be eating through a straw for the next six months. He and Holly don’t want them thinking anything less of their Uncle Colt.”
Angel looks up from his phone for a second and his lips drop down into a pout. "Fuck! Well, there goes our season tickets."
Jax must have noticed too because he leans over and pulls it into his mouth. Angel answers with a rough kiss.
I snort and shake my head at how genuinely upset he looks. "There's a guy that could be getting framed and potentially going to jail, and you two are worried about season tickets? You're adorable and ridiculous."
Angel shrugs as Jax settles back. "Priorities, babe…"
"Well, at least he's honest," Jax says before attacking Angel and wrestling him on the couch. They fall to the floor and the two of them collapse into a heap of laughter with a few less than PG hip movements before they come back to the couch.
Jax wraps one arm around my waist, the other gripping my ass as he picks me up and sits with me in his lap. He presses his lips against my temple and breathes me in. I close my eyes and soak up the affection he so freely gives.
“Are you gonna share?” Angel pouts, then huffs out a breath that blows my hair across Jax’s face, making him laugh.
“I think your pouting has rubbed off on him,” Jax teases in a whisper.
Angel crosses his arms over his chest and pouts again. I continue laughing until Jax sits me in Angel’s lap and pulls my legs over his thighs.
Their quarrel over who gets to hold me is nothing new. Both of my men are affectionate creatures and dote on me more than I probably deserve. A huge wave of contentment settles in my bones.
At first, what Angel and Jax had was intimidating. Their