Page 22 of Savage

Just one more minute.

My voice returned. “I think you should let me go Jaxon. Remember what you said about the baby,” I managed in a firm voice.

His expression was now primal. “As you said, that has fuck all to do with what’s between you and me. And you don’t want me to let you go. At least your body doesn’t. Why don’t you listen to it for a change.”

I exhaled saying, “And do what exactly?”

“Grow a pair and kiss me,” Jaxon replied, his tone firm with a thread of steel.

It was a dare. A blatant challenge. My thoughts shifted to Dominic, I had a boyfriend, what the hell was I doing?

“Give me your mouth Wynter,” he commanded and I felt my resistance start to slide, thoughts of Dominic and my mother’s news forgotten.

My limbs were shaking and my lips parted, a blatant invitation as Jaxon grinned wolfishly and lowered his head.

“What’s going on?” a voice suddenly spoke from the side of us. It was Marcus. Shit. I was released like I was a hot rock and Jaxon moved away, turning his back on his father. I imagined to hide the fact that he was sexually aroused.

My face flushed. “Nothing,” I replied in an uneven voice. My face was probably bright red. Fuck!

Marcus was standing at the door to the gym, his brow creased in a deep, worrying frown. He was looking back and forth between us. There was no question that he knew I was lying.

I shifted to the side of the room and grabbed my jumper off the floor, pulling it on over my torso. Needing somewhere to hide. Marcus advanced into the room, his body language screaming that he wasn’t happy with what he’d just seen. We hadn’t done anything wrong, not really. Maybe if he had entered the room a few minutes later. Shit, perish the thought.

Jaxon sniffed and then turned to face his father; his brow was creased in a pissed-off frown.

“Well, what were you doing?” Marcus questioned, his eyes flicking between us. My gaze was riveted on my stepfather’s suspicious face. He knew exactly what he had seen, the man put the S in the word shrewd.

He was quite intimidating, standing there before us, almost blocking an escape route. Marcus Savage was as tall and as packed as his eldest son. His chest was massive and toned with muscle.

“Nothing. Nothing that is any of your business anyway,” Jaxon stated, folding his arms across his chest, his expression changing to a what the fuck are you going to do about it look. “What are you doing down here? Aren’t you supposed to be watching a shit movie with the mother of your child?”

“It’s finished. I came to speak to you. And you’ll watch your mouth when you speak about Daisy.”

I smoothed back my hair, needing something to do with my hands and shot Jaxon a glance. He now looked mildly amused. Possibly due to my skittishness. He was as cool as a cucumber.

Marcus cleared his throat. “Wynter is going to write a piece about mental health in the army. I was going to suggest you ask around at work and see if any colleagues would be willing to speak to her about it. Get their take on it. Although I’m not sure that’s a good idea now.”

My heart sank. He so knew we’d been up to something. I was mortified, I sure hoped he didn’t say anything to Daisy.

Jaxon moved then, sliding an arm around my shoulders and my stomach flipped at his sudden transformation.

He squeezed me into his side. “I’d be only too happy to help out my little sister here,” he informed his father. His words would have been perfectly fine had he viewed me as that, but bearing in mind what Marcus had just witnessed, it was like he was purposefully mocking his dad. Wanting to get a rise out of him.

Marcus opened his mouth to speak but Jaxon cut him off with, “We’ve become closer recently. Whilst you were away knocking Daisy up.”

“That’s enough,” Marcus warned in a firm voice.

I nudged Jaxon in the ribs, I was confused but I knew he was trying to suggest that we had done stuff whilst our parents were away. I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole.

Stepping away, Jaxon’s arm dropped to his side and he shot me a look as if to say, what, did I say something wrong?

“I don’t know what game you’re playing Jaxon, but I can tell you right now if it includes Wynter. We’ll be having a very different conversation. Especially now.”

“Please Marcus, ignore him. He’s just being his usual annoying self,” I put in, jamming my hands on my hips. I didn’t want to be there. My head was recoiling into my jumper like a turtle.

“You weren’t saying that a minute ago princess,” Jaxon leered. His expression was now sexually suggestive. He even dared to wink! And in front of his father. The boy knew no shame. He was so cocksure and arrogant and at that moment I did hate him.

I sucked in a breath and huffed, “Stop it Jaxon, you’re only making things worse.”

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