Page 87 of His Secret Obsession

A few hours later, I wake him up when I climb on top of him to straddle his hips. He gives me a sleepy, shit-eating grin and Igrin right back as I begin riding him. We don’t need words for me to know what he’s thinking.

Yes, I am insatiable for this man.

And now he’s all mine.

Maddison

“Iquit my job yesterday.”

Wrapping my hands around a warm coffee mug the next morning, I lean back against Jax’s bare chest. We slept in late, the glow of the winter sun finally shining through the curtains and rousing us from an exhausted slumber. He threw on a pair of gray sweatpants while I took a quick shower, the smell of freshly brewed coffee making its way up the stairs. When I donned a silky robe and ambled into the kitchen a few minutes later, he was sitting at the kitchen table with a relaxed smile. He pulled me onto his lap, his arms loosely wrappingaround my waist before pushing a steaming cup of coffee towards me.

“Did…something happen?” he asks. Leaning my head back, I peer up at him. The crease of his eyebrows is adorable. “Was somebody bothering you?”

I snort, a smile making my lips twist. “Nobody besides Irene.”

He huffs out an amused breath. “I told you she was a cunt.”

Nodding my head, I hum in agreement. My fingers drum restlessly over my lap, but I force myself to still when Jax’s eyes snag on the movement. “I’m going to revive my parents’ business,” I blurt out.

“What? Maddie, that’s great. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.” The quiet words are laced with affection, and the joyful pride in his voice fills me with excitement, making me eager to share more of my plans.

“There’s a small warehouse near downtown for rent. The upstairs can be my apartment, and the downstairs will be my work area. My main source of income will be custom furniture orders, but I’ll still get to do the other things I love, too. I can still refurbish old furniture or create smaller décor pieces to sell.” My mouth goes dry as I peer down at my hands, my heart doing little flips. “I have you to thank for this, really. I doubt I would have gotten this far if you didn’t believe in me.”

He tightens his hold around my waist. “Maybe I gave you a little push, but you were always capable of this. With or without me, I think you would have found this path either way. You’re incredibly talented, and you deserve this.”

I blink back the tears threatening to cloud my vision and give him a watery smile. “Thank you.”

His answering kiss is slow and tender. A gooey warmth radiates through me, and I want to melt into his arms. I’m nearly panting by the time he pulls away, his kiss-swollen lips gliding along my jaw. The sound of the front door opening has usjumping back, our heads snapping towards the doorway. I can’t help the wave of shame that immediately washes over me. Luke strolls through the entryway, his cheery whistle pausing as he freezes. Jax’s body tenses under mine as Luke studies the way I’m currently perched on his lap.

I begin to move away, but Jax’s hands are tight around my hips, pulling me back down onto his lap with a stony-faced expression.

“I’ve already seen it. No point in moving now,” Luke mumbles. He masks his discomfort quickly, his face splitting into an exaggerated yawn as his hand gestures towards the coffee pot in a flippant gesture. But I don’t miss the way his lips turn down or the way he averts his eyes. Guilt settles in my stomach like a lead balloon.

“It’s fucking awkward but whatever,” he continues.

“He’s right, baby,” Jax whispers in my ear. “If we coddle him, he’ll never get used to it.”

“I heard that,” Luke snaps. He glares at Jax over his shoulder before turning back to the coffee pot and pushing buttons.

“Fucker,” he mutters under his breath. Jax snorts.

An incredibly awkward silence stretches between us as Luke prepares a cup of coffee. He sits in the chair across from us, his shoulders visibly tense. I push a plate of muffins towards him, and he takes one with a nod. Motion catches his eyes, his gaze flickering to the way Jax strokes the back of my hand. Cold slithers down my spine, nausea roiling in my gut as I ponder the possibility of Luke never getting used to this. What if it’s too much? Will I lose Jax all over again? My hands tighten around my now lukewarm coffee mug.

“Guess I should have figured it out, huh?” Luke muses aloud.

“Figured out what?” I ask cautiously.

Luke stuffs a large bite of blueberry muffin into his mouth, his cheeks bulging as he chews. He points between me and Jax as heswallows, his lips spreading into an arrogant smirk. “I mean, he did call me a no-good cheating twat and deck me in the face after you left my party.”

I gasp, my head rearing back. Luke’s eyes sparkle, clearly enjoying the way my narrowed gaze turns to Jax.

Jax gives Luke a murderous expression.

“You hit your brother?” I hiss.

Luke snickers as Jax fidgets beneath me.

“He kissed another woman,” Jax reminds me.

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