Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Jax sets me down on my feet, and my knees shake as I let my rain-soaked hair rinse through the hot water before grabbing my soap and washing us off. “What does this mean, Jax?” I eventually ask in the quietest voice I can possibly manage, terrified of his answer.
He lets out a sigh and pulls me into him, and I know whatever he says is bound to tear me apart, but I deserve it. I broke him when I left. “Nothing, Cass,” he tells me, not wanting to sugarcoat it and give me a false sense of hope. “You ended us three years ago with no explanation. You left me with nothing, and your brothers followed. How could I come back from that?”
I nod against his chest, completely understanding where he’s coming from, as a tear falls from the corner of my eye. “Will you stay tonight?” I question, trying to mask the way my voice breaks, but I know he hears it. “You can go back to hating me tomorrow.”
“I couldn’t bear to walk out that door tonight,” he whispers, his fingers brushing down the side of my face.
I nod once again, and he turns off the taps before reaching out and grabbing some towels. He wraps one around me before stepping out of the shower and pressing a feather-soft kiss to my temple.
We head back into my bedroom and climb into bed together, and Jax immediately pulls me against his warm body, holding me the same way he used to all those years ago. My eyes close, finally feeling at ease for the first time in three years. “Goodnight, Cass,” he whispers into the dark.
He curls me in under his chin, and I rest my head against his chest as our legs become a jumbled mess. “Night, Jax,” I say before drifting into the most peaceful sleep I’ve had in over three years.
A soft knock comes at the door before Brianna pops her head through with a big-ass cheesy grin across her face as she eyes Jax’s naked chest. “I knew it,” she laughs quietly. “I fucking knew it. No one masturbates that loudly.”
“What the hell do you want?” I groan. “It’s too early.”
“I just thought you might like to know that all three of your incredibly sexy as fuck big brothers are sitting in our living room,” she says, enjoying watching the way Jax’s body goes rigid beneath me. “I mean, I could probably stall Carter from coming down here, but you might have a problem with the other two,” she grins. “Actually . . .” she adds as an afterthought, “what do you think their thoughts are on a foursome?”
“Are you fucking with us?” Jax questions, his eyes wide as he sits straight up in bed, taking the blanket with him and giving Bri a great view of my tits. He knows damn well that if he got caught in my bed, my brothers wouldn’t hesitate to give him a beat down, despite the fact I’m a grown-ass woman.
“Nice rack,” she applauds. “Now, get rid of your man.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, choosing to ignore her comments about Jax being my man, but liking it all the same. She backs out of the room, leaving me with an unsure Jax. “They’re not going to be thrilled to see you naked in my bed. So you’ve got to go . . . preferably out the window.”
“What?” he grunts. “How long are they hanging around? I can wait til they leave and then fuck you all over again.”
My cheeks flush, and despite being used to just how forward he is, there’s nothing quite like it. “You know one of them is going to be suspicious and search my room. And besides, they figured you just didn’t show for either of the funerals. None of us realized that you didn’t actually know,” I explain as he gets out of bed and searches for his clothes. “They’ve been wanting to beat your ass to a pulp for a while now.”
He gives me a hard stare. “Do I need to remind you whose fault that is?” I wince and watch as he picks up his jeans to find them still soaking wet. “Shit,” he groans, dropping them back on the floor.
I get out of bed and immediately feel his eyes on my body, and I do what I can to ignore it as I dig into my closet. I pull out Jax’s high school hockey jersey, which should be long enough to cover the important bits, and toss it at his chest. “Here. This should work.”
He straightens out the fabric and glances at his name across the back. “I wondered what happened to this,” he muses.
“Yeah, well, now you know. But I want it back,” I warn. “It doesn’t matter what happens between us, I have custody of that jersey and you damn well know it.”