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The signs of depression and grief are all around us. It looks like Jason hit rock bottom a long time ago. The top of his dresser is full of cologne bottles, a collection of deodorant tubes, empty cigarette packets, receipts Jason had scrunched and left there to gather dust, and a collection of beer bottles that have dead flies and cigarette butts floating around inside the remnants. I turn around and kick something by accident; it’s a beard trimmer Jason left on the floor, plugged into the charger. There’s a lot of crap lying around on the floor. It’s hard to tell what’s trash and what’s worth keeping. If this fucker thinks I’m moving in with him, he’s in for a rude awakening. He may rule the roost out there with his biker buddies, but behind closed doors, we should lay down some rules to respect each other’s boundaries. Just because I’m hopelessly besotted with the handsome slob, whose hypocrisy makes me want to throw him off the balcony and grab a broom and a duster, I’m nobody’s bitch. I have a full-time job to go back to. I’m the boss. If the Hawks want to continue to work there, they’ll be working for me. Not Jason.
“If this is how it’s going to be, then this isn’t going to work.” I sit on the edge of his crumpled bed.
Jason scowls over his shoulder. “I’ve warned you about that mouth of yours. Unless you’ve got something nice to say, I can think of a great way to plug it.”
“I’d love to see you try,” I answer back without thinking. The words just fly out of my mouth before I can catch them.
Jason’s hands drop to his front, the sharp sound of his zipper tearing through my ears as I realize he’s taking off his pants. To do what? To follow through with his threat?
“Wait, I’m sorry,” I rush to say as he shoves his jeans down his legs, then steps out of them.
“Too late, Peaches,” Jason rasps, pulling his vest over his head and tossing it onto the laundry pile.
My breath catches as he turns around and I get a good look at his godly, inked body, my eyes bulging at his pierced appendage. The guy oozes power and authority without even having a stitch on. How is that possible? He’s intimidating to look at.
“Now’s not the time to be shy,” Jason says, stepping closer and moving a small stack of bike magazines with his bare foot. “When you dare someone to do something, you’ve got to see it through. If you don’t, your opinion doesn’t count for shit. I warned you before we started this that there’d be repercussions for giving me lip. I won’t stand for any backchat. Either you haven’t been listening, or you’re a glutton for punishment.”
I hold up my hand in front of me. “Just let me speak, please.”
Jason stops right in front of me and crouches down, resting on one knee. His blank expression is unreadable. I hate that I can’t tell what he’s thinking. I wish I could read his mind and find out if he’s telling the truth. That he’s always liked me. If there’s even the smallest chance that anything he’s said to me is true, I will snatch that and run with it. It’s the first time in a long time I haven’t felt so alone.
“Just tell me because I need to know.” I reach out and hold his face between my hands, looking him right in the eyes. “I need you to be honest with me. No secrets. No lies. Is everything you’ve said tonight true? Do you have real feelings for me?”
Without hesitation, Jason replies, “Yes.” My eyes twitch at the corners. “I love you, Keira,” he clarifies, erasing my doubts.
It takes me a moment to process the weight of that revelation and work out what this means for us. It means more to me than I initially thought. My heart thumps a little harder, swelling with relief.
“I love you too,” I reply, blinking back my emotions. “Then I can trust you’ll do what’s right by Bodie and help me to nail that son of a bitch.”
Jason scrunches his eyes shut and huffs with agitation. “Not this again.” In a swift action, he’s on the bed, pulling me across his lap, face down so that my forehead is almost touching the floor.
“Jason!” I wail, not expecting him to yank me over his lap like that.
“You’re gonna listen to me, so help me God.” Jason rubs his hand against my bruised denim-clad bottom.
I flip like a fish as he wrestles my jeans and panties over my hips and bares my ass. He doesn’t stop there. This time, he shoves two fingers inside my pussy, making my eyes bulge as his thumb presses firmly against my asshole. The bastard is holding me like a bowling ball, his thumb applying pressure to my ring of fire until it bursts through my resistance.
“Argh! What the fuck?!” I screech, tears pricking my eyes.
Jason moves his fingers until the pressure stops and the pleasure begins. “You’re mine, Keira. Mine to love and protect. It’s my job to stop you from doing shit that’ll get you hurt or worse . . . killed. I don’t want you going anywhere near that psychopath. Do you hear me?”
I’m too busy moaning as he fingers me. He removes his fingers and smacks me hard on the ass, the sharp sting and loud slap making me jolt across his lap.
“Answer me,” Jason commands, sounding angry.
“But—” I don’t get the chance to finish before he smacks me again, only this time much harder.
“Ow,” I cry out.
“The Jackals won’t think twice about putting you down. Don’t you get it? If something happens to you, I’ll be better off dead,” Jason lectures me, his voice cracking with emotion at the end. “I can’t lose you. I just can’t.” He rubs away the fire on my skin, caressing away the stinging sensation until the heat on my ass and the warmth of his palm become one. “You’ve just got to trust me to do what needs to be done. Please, Peaches. If you just stay out of it, everything will work out fine. I promise you. It’ll all work out fine.”
Tears cling to the tip of my nose, tickling the end of it, making it itch. I wipe my hand over my face as Jason allows me to stand.
“Fine, I’ll drop it,” I concede with a sob, moving to pull up my pants.
Jason’s hand darts out to stop me, then leans forward to press his lips against my stomach. Instinctively, my hands rest upon his head, fingers driving into his hair as he descends to my mound while peppering me with soft kisses.
“Thank you,” Jason aspirates with a warm, tickling breath.
