Page 107 of Ours to Keep

“My turn,” Jax says as he struts over to the bed, naked, and although there’s nothing sexual between us, I can’t help but appreciate his body. He drops something beside him as Lily rolls onto her back, her breasts jiggling with each rise and fall of her chest. He pulls her by her ankles until she’s at the foot of the bed and spreads her legs on either side of his hips. She looks sexy as hell, still wearing her heels and stockings.

I watch as he brings the head of his cock to her entrance, her arse hanging off the bed, and then he thrusts home. A scream catches in her throat as his hand shoots out, and he wraps his fingers around her neck.

The action causes the air to get stuck in my lungs. Fuck me, that was hot.

And then he’s fucking her—hard.

“Oh, Jack-son,” she gasps. “I can feel your… oh shit. Y-your piercings—” Her voice breaks off, and he releases her throat as he keeps her spread eagle as he continues his punishing thrusts.

Fuck me!

I can’t look away.

And then he presses down on her clit, and her mouth opens,ready to scream, but Jax stuffs something into her mouth, and I realise it’s her knickers.

Kinky bastard.

Her entire body is covered in a sheen of sweat as her whole body coils tight. She arches into his thrusts, her fingers strangling the cover beneath her as she lets out a muffled scream through the lace material.

And then she sprays his chest as she convulses. Fuck me, our girl just squirted.

The sound of each thrust into her soaking wet pussy is now so much more pronounced.

“Ours, Duchess. You’re all fucking ours,” he says as he throws his head back and follows her into a state of oblivion.

And I know that he’s right.

That life will never be the same again because she’s it for us, and she’s all fucking ours.

Epilogue

LILY

Six Months Later…

I end the call from the estate agent, feeling lighter than I have in what feels like years.

“I sold the house,” I say, still a little surprised. I honestly thought it would take a lot longer.

Mia and I spoke at length about the house and whether to sell it or not. It wasn’t a decision I could or would make on my own. She has as much say as I do. In the end, we both decided that a fresh start was what we needed. I was worried how Malcolm would take the news, but he’d admitted to looking forward to early retirement. He’s only stayed in our employment as a sign of loyalty and respect for our mum, Mia, and me. Although he did say he wished he could have done more to look out for me, the truth is, his presence was probably a deterrent on more than oneoccasion. That’s the thing with a sociopath and narcissist; they’re good at hiding for the most part.

When Mia returned to school and I returned to the house, I couldn’t bear to be there, least of all in my bedroom. The guys helped me pack all my personal stuff from my room and move it into the guest house. Not that it really mattered. I’ve spent most of my time between their flats for the past few months. I have a room at Jackson’s, as does Mia. It made more sense. They still had a business to run and jobs to do.

I stare at Jackson in the reflection of the mirror as he steps up behind me and wraps his arm around my stomach, pulling me back against his chest, his arousal pressing into my lower back.

“Does that mean we can finally start looking for a place to call our own?” he asks. His piercing blue eyes hold mine captive.

“Yes.”

He turns me in his arms, smiling down at me.

“About fucking time,” he says and pulls me in for a toe-curling kiss.

I’m left a little breathless when we part, and I slap his shoulder.

“You’re going to make us late,” I admonish.

He shrugs. “Worth it.”

---