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His face turns a deep shade of purple and his hands ball into fists. He bounces on his toes, like a boxer ready to strike, but sensing he’s about to punch her son-in-law in the throat, my mom puts a hand on his chest.
“Let’s go to bed, Alex,” she purrs in his ear, working her magic on him in the way that no other person on this earth can.
He falters for a second as he glares at Jax. “You’re lucky my wife is here, Decker, because if she wasn’t, I would shoot you in the fucking head.”
“Papi!” I say.
But Jax simply chuckles beside me. “Night, amigo.”
He takes my hand and we walk to our room. “Why did you have to provoke him when he’s only just calmed down?” I ask him with a nudge to his ribs.
“I’m sorry, angel, I couldn’t help it,” he laughs harder.
We go into the bedroom and close the door.
“Besides, I don’t ever call you daddy,” I say with a grin.
“I know.” He winks at me.
“You want me to?”
He grabs me by the waist, pulling me close and sliding his hands to my ass. “I’d rather you made me one.”
“Oh,” I whisper as the familiar fluttering builds in my abdomen.
He was only away from me for a day but it felt like so much longer. Chewing on my lip, I stare into his dark brown eyes as heat pools in my core.
“You know that biting that lip drives me crazy.”
“I do,” I purr. “So, what are you going to do about it?”
He narrows his eyes at me. “Take off the dress. Now,” he orders before he walks to the bed and starts to undress.
“So bossy,” I pout as I peel my dress off over my head and toss it onto the floor. “Now what?”
“Lie down.”
I do as he says, looking up at him as I watch him undressing. He shrugs off his shirt, revealing his hard, tattooed body that I love so much, before he pulls off his boots and socks. Then he crawls onto the bed, holding himself over me.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much, Luce,” he whispers, brushing my hair from my face.
“I missed you too.”
“You’re gonna need to make up for depriving me of your hot pussy now though,” he growls.
“I think you deprived yourself, cowboy,” I purr.
He scowls now. “Did you just talk back to me?”
I bite on my lip again. So, he’s in that kind of mood? “Sorry, Sir,” I whisper.
He flips me over until I’m lying on my front. “And you rolled your eyes at me when we were eating dinner earlier.” His hand glides over my back and he unhooks my bra with deft, expert fingers.
“Well, you probably deserved that,” I say, even though I don’t remember the alleged eye-rolling.
He slaps my ass hard, making me yelp.
“I think you deserve to be spanked hard, angel. To remind you who you belong to.”
