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“Maybe she just slept really hard.” I kissed her forehead, inhaling the fresh scent of her soft skin. “She could be grumpy that you woke her up.”
“Maybe.” Jaron kissed my temple. “Either way, I still don’t like it.”
I laughed. “She’s not a morning person, just like her mama.”
He smirked. “You’re a morning person when you wake up to my face between your legs.”
My body burned. “That’s different.”
A deep laugh rumbled through him. “Is it now?”
“Yes.” I walked past him and left the house.
“How?” He locked up before following us to my car.
“Because I can’t think of how tired I am when you have your tongue shoved deep inside me,” I threw at him, making my way to the vehicle.
He groaned. “You say the sweetest things.”
I laughed, putting Brynn in her car seat.
Jaron sat in the driver’s seat, glancing back at us.
The hairs on my neck tingled but when I looked at him, he didn’t say anything. “What?”
“Just thinking how good you are with her.”
“She’s an easy baby. I lucked out I guess.” Joining Jaron in the front, a contented sigh left me when he placed his hand on my inner thigh. I covered it with my own, brushing my thumb back and forth over a small scar in between his thumb and forefinger. “What happened here?” I asked, noticing the slightly raised jagged flesh that I hadn’t seen before.
“A fucker bit me in jail.”
My eyes widened, my head whipping around. “Really?”
Jaron nodded. “He was crazy as fuck and completely unstable. I had to get a whole bunch of tests done after to make sure I didn’t catch anything from him. I’ve been hit, bones broken and all that shit, but being bitten almost hurt more.”
“Wow.” I ran my thumb over the light pink flesh. “What happened to him?”
Jaron glanced at me quickly before looking out at the road ahead of us. “I stabbed him in the eye with a pen I stole from a guard,” he muttered.
“Oh.” I knew going in that Jaron wouldn’t be like the other guys I knew. Hell, he wasn’t even close to being like Aiden and Ashton. While they could take care of their own when provoked, it was nothing compared to what Jaron could do or had done.
“I told you that I’m not the same man you fell in love with, Piper,” Jaron said, pulling me from my thoughts. He brought my hand up to his mouth and kissed my knuckles. “But I love you and I will prove to you that I am a good guy.”
“You don’t need to prove anything to me, Jaron.” I pulled my hand from his grip and brushed the back of my knuckles down his cheek. “I love you too and I know that what you did was only so you could survive and make it back to us.”
“You are too fucking good to me, baby.” He captured my hand in his and brought it down to his lap. “Way too fucking good.”
“You make it sound like a bad thing.” I turned toward him. “Do you think I’m being too understanding? Is that it? Should I yell and scream or cry that you had to beat up some assholes, stab them, hurt them, kill them, just so other assholes would leave you alone? You have no idea how much I thought of what you had to do or were doing while you were in jail. But I made a promise to myself right away that I wouldn’t care. You were put in jail because the mayor is a monster who has it out for you, and his son was just as bad. Am I sorry for what you did to Brody? No, because if you wouldn’t have stopped him, it could have been so much fucking worse, or he could have done it to someone else.”
Jaron white-knuckled the steering wheel. “I keep having these thoughts that I should have made him suffer. That I shouldn’t have ended it so quickly, but being at the party, I didn’t want to cause a scene and make it worse for you. I can’t tell you how many times both Cyrus and Sammy told me what they would have done if it was either of their girls.” He shook his head. “But that doesn’t matter.” He squeezed my hand. “I can’t do this without you, so thank you, Piper. Thank you for not giving up on me, on us, and for waiting it out.”
Pulling my hand from his grasp, I cupped him over his pants. “This is mine. All of you. Remember? You told me those words yourself.”
He nodded, placing his hand on top of mine. “Always yours.”
“Finally mine,” I whispered, his cock jumping under my touch.
Jaron leaned over, placing a soft peck on my forehead before lightly brushing his nose against mine. “I love you, baby.”
