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“Reagan!” Trax bellows, throwing his head back as his body goes completely still inside me.
I can feel his release pumping into me as he slowly tips his head forward again and looks down at me with half-lidded eyes. After a few minutes, he lets his body collapse on top of mine. He’s not giving me all of his weight. Wrapping my arms tighter around him, we remain still as our breathing starts to return to normal and our heartbeats slow to a normal level again. My eyes are closed as I just take in the moment with Trax. It might not have been hearts and roses, but I’ve never been the girl who needed all that shit. I’m simple and Trax made my first time with him special.
“How do you feel, pixie?” he asks, finally pushing up a little and staring down at me.
“Wonderful. A little sore,” I answer honestly as he slides out of me and gets off the bed.
Lifting me up in his arms, Trax takes me into the bathroom. I feel completely drained and limp in his arms. All I want to do is go to sleep. He sets me down on the bathroom counter and I make a mental note to clean it off later on. Trax starts the water in the tub and sets the drain before turning back to me. He leans in and kisses me while holding my neck in his hand. The bathroom fills with steam as the tub fills with water. It’s not a normal sized tub in this bathroom. It’s not the size of a soaker tub, but it’s larger than normal as he lifts me from the counter and steps into the tub. Trax sits down against the back of the tub and sets me between his legs. I lean back into his chest and make sure my arm is resting on the side of the tub. Trax wraps his arms around me and holds me tight while peppering kisses against my neck and the top of my shoulders.
“I love you, Reagan. I think I fell in love with you the second I saw you on your birthday. It might be fast, but I don’t give a shit. You’re mine and no one will ever fuckin’ touch you again,” he declares as he rests his chin on my shoulder and leans his head against the side of mine.
“I love you too, Trax. It’s always been you for me and I waited so long to find a man like you. One who I know will burn the world down for me and let me live my life despite my medical issues. You’ll have my back and take care of me in ways that still let me experience things I’ve never gotten to so far,” I tell him, my heart filling with all the love I feel for him as I turn my head and kiss his full, soft lips.
We spend a while in the tub as the hot water soothes my aching body. When the water starts to cool down, Trax lifts me from the tub and dries me off before doing the same for himself. He carries me back into the bedroom and gives me one of his tee-shirts to wear with a pair of panties. After helping me back into bed, he puts a pair of sweatpants on and slides in next to me. With my head resting on his chest and an arm thrown over his waist, I let my eyes slide closed. Sleep claims me quickly as I dream of building a future with Trax here in Clinton City. There’s no thought of Peter or what he’s done to me since the day I met him. Trax keeps my monsters at bay and won’t ever let them hurt me if he can help it.
Chapter Sixteen
Trax
BACK AT WORK today, no one can take the smile off my face. It’s been almost a week since Reagan gave herself to me and we haven’t spent a single night not having sex. I’ve explored every inch of her body and she’s done the same to me. One night, she traced half of my tattoos with her tongue. I never thought that shit would feel as good as it did. My pixie can be a fucking tease when she wants to. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world though. Reagan is learning how I like to be touched, sucked, and fucked while I’m showing her all the ways I can pleasure her. For the first time in my life, it’s about more than finding my release. I want to take care of her and make sure she has a good time before I even think about letting myself find relief. If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t feel the same way. This is all because of my pixie and the love we have for one another.
She’s gone to class every day since the incident with Peter. Kidd and Crow are now with her on a daily basis. All of us were shocked as fuck when Crow stepped up to go to the college with Reagan. He’s one of the original members of the club and Hawk and Eagle are his sons. He’s a crotchety old man who doesn’t travel too far from the clubhouse if he can help it. Yet, he’s up early every fucking day and smiling when he picks my girl up at the house. Greg is also with them. There isn’t a chance Peter will know her movements now.
I find it extremely funny that since Connor is no longer with her, Peter doesn’t seem to be showing up as often as he was before. Now, he has to go out of his way to get close to my girl with the exception of the class they share. Thankfully it’s only once a week they’re in the same lecture hall. He won’t even look in her direction after Crow got in his face and threatened him. I guess it was so bad Peter pissed his pants and disappeared for the rest of the day. He wasn’t in their shared class or anything.
Hawk is working on getting into Connor’s phone so he can figure out if there’s a connection between him and Peter. Or Precious. So far, he hasn’t been able to get into it. There’s some program on there that’s blocking every attempt he makes. It’s not going to stop him from getting in the phone, but it’s making it harder for him. Hawk is very fucking good at what he does and he’s barely sleeping to figure all this shit out. Today, I have to meet with him and Reaper to go over what he’s found out so far about Peter and his parents. We’ll make more decisions once we have the information he’s gotten so far.
“Baby, we gotta head out,” Reagan says, walking up behind me where I stand in the kitchen as I look out over the backyard.
“You ready?” I ask, turning and wrapping my arms around her in return.
“Yeah. I’ve got everything I need for the trip there and back. Do you think we could stop and get lunch while we’re out?” she asks, looking up at me with a smile on her face.
“Of course. How about that small diner between here and Iron Head? You liked it before when we stopped,” I ask her, smiling at my girl as she lights up.
“Yes!”
So fucking adorable. It doesn’t take much to make my girl happy at all. Good food, love, and being surrounded by those she cares about is all it really takes.
“Gotta head to the clubhouse when we get back. Meetin’ with Reaper and Hawk. I’m sure Savage will be there too. He’s gonna give us what he’s pulled up so far on the pussy and his parents,” I inform her as I wrap my arm around her shoulders and we make our way out of the house.
I set the alarm and lock the door as she pauses on the porch to wait for me. Reagan still has a limp to her when she walks and the pain comes at the end of the day if she’s been on her feet for a long period of time. Next week she starts therapy and I know it’s gonna fucking kill her, but she’ll push through like she does every day. Together we make our way down the steps and I hold her close in case she gets tripped up. There’s been a time or two when her leg has felt as if it’s gonna give out on her and I’ve had to catch her. She always feels horrible when it happens, but she’s doing fucking amazing if you ask me. She’s so fucking strong and not letting this shit hold her back from accomplishing her goals.
The doctor gave us great news today. Reagan got to have the bandage removed from her arm. I’m not gonna lie, it looks fucking horrible. She’s now wearing a brace and can start therapy on her hand and wrist. It’s going to help build her strength back up and allow her to be able to start drawing once again. I think that’s one of the worst parts of this for her. Besides the seizures that is. She hasn’t been able to draw or even think about tattooing since the attack. Every time she’s looked at her sketch pad on the dresser, tears fill her eyes and she quickly looks away. Yes, the doctor did tell her there would be a chance she wouldn’t be able to draw again and it broke her heart into a million pieces. Now, the doctor believes with the therapy, she’ll be able to draw and tattoo again.
When we left the office, I swear a ton of weight had lifted off Reagan’s shoulders and she practically danced to the car. There’s still slight swelling on her knee and the doctor is hoping physical therapy will be able to help with that. They have some kind of ice machine or something and I guess it’s supposed to help with that shit. I plan on being there for every session she has so I know what she has to do between appointments. For now, the doctor still wants her to use the wheelchair when she’s at school so there’s not as much risk of her falling or something happening to her knee to set her back in the recovery process. She’s all for doing whatever it takes to get healed completely and move past this.
We stopped and had lunch at the diner halfway between Iron Head and Clinton City as I promised her. Reagan devoured a double cheeseburger, French fries she dipped in gravy, a soda and a small salad. I don’t know where the fuck she put all that food, but I’m not gonna tell her to stop either. I love that she has an appetite and isn’t one of those girls who only eats salad and shit in an attempt to impress the guy she’s with. I love every inch of her body and I believe I’ve more than proven my point about that. Now, she’s sleeping as I finish the drive home and straight to the clubhouse. Reaper and Hawk know we’re on our way and are waiting for us.
It doesn’t take me long to pull up to the gate and ride through to park close to the door. Reagan doesn’t stir as she continues to sleep with a smile on her face. I remove my hand from her thigh and shut the engine off before getting out and carefully closing my door behind me. Making my way around to her side, I gently open the door just enough to reach in so her head doesn’t fall too much or hit the door as it opens. Reagan’s eyes slowly open as she blinks up at me.
“We’re at the clubhouse, pixie. I didn’t want to wake you, but I wasn’t gonna leave you in the car either,” I tell her as I lean over her to unfasten her seatbelt and help her out of the car.
We make our way inside the common room to find it in a complete uproar. Savage is drunk as fuck as he sits at the bar with the largest fucking smile on his face.
“What’s goin’ on with him?” I ask Reaper as he stands back and looks on with a smile on his face.
“Got the results in today. The baby is not Savage’s baby. It doesn’t belong to anyone here. She got knocked up by some stupid fucker outside the club. So, Precious is no longer fuckin’ here. Got taken out by Eagle and Titan about an hour ago. She’s pissed as fuck and made sure to let us know we’re gonna fuckin’ pay for kickin’ her skank ass out,” Reaper informs me as I start smiling with the news.
