Page 64 of Fight for You
A click of the deadbolt stopped the words I wanted to hear from my only weakness. I stood up, Jordyn still clinging to me, until the last second when the front door opened.
“Jamie?”
A deep, primitive, frustrated roar rang through my brain, but I didn’t allow it to exit my mouth.Mam.
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BIG BEAR
Jordyn
Days Free: 2
To escapethe anguished aftermath of telling Jamie how long I’d cried after what happened to me and Rocket’s baby,mybaby, I’d kissed him.
The gentle touch of his whisper-soft fingertips on my spine kindled a burning passion deep inside. A passion I never knew existed. One that came from consent. From someone not screwing around with my mind, dehumanizing me, or telling me that all I was good for?—
No. I didn’t care. A giddy little cry came from my lips as Jamie’s hand gripped the back of my hair. This sort of domination was different. Not putting me down. Making me feel less than to lift himself up. No, every touch was firm, steady, and made me struggle for aninhale.
DING.
DONG.
My thoughts scattered, yet I couldn’t help but let out a breathless, giddy chuckle. “Don’t get it. Please don’t get it.”
“They’ll go away.” He laughed, one that ran deep from his strong abdomen pressed against me. “If they don’t, I’ll persuade them.”
Another ring of the doorbell and Jamie sat back. I cried inside.No.No.No. This was not happening! He was kissing me like he wanted … more.
Between moaning at the trail of kisses that scattered down my jaw, I added, “Okay. We just have to be really quiet. Then I’ll forget everything in my past.” What else could I forget? I’d forget my ABCs as long as this lasted forever. “Everything from the last day back. I won’t even remember the horrible dream I had last night just?—”
The door opened, and I clung to him as he stood up. Maybe we could just disappear. I’d spent half of my childhood wishing I’d vanish. If they didn’t see us, we could continue this upstairs.
“Jamie?” called a feminine, Scottish voice.
I climbed down from the tree of a man before me as his body tensed in a way that didn’t match the tension woven through him a mere minute ago.
“Aye,” he grunted.
The front door opened to reveal a large woman with short, mostly silver hair. The wavy curls framed her ears. Made her appear more “I love fresh-baked cookies and binge-watching cartoons on Friday nights with my grans” instead of the mother of a Scottish Crime syndicate. While looks could be deceiving, I really wanted this. I wanted to be fooled by her and believe that she’d call me daughter. That I’d have a family.
Without a word, she stepped into the large cabin that resembled a French Chalet. Where she had her son in the width department, he had her in the height department. She wrapped her arms around him; his chin fit like perfection on top of her head.
I glanced away.
I’d never had a mother. Never thought much of her and skipped pages in books that mentioned mother figures. Not many action flicks had mothers, either. As they hugged, I remembered how Rocket cradled our baby in his hands. Even more pain than I thought imaginable poured from me in waves when I’d asked him to save her.
“She’s dead,Jordyn. All that opening your legs with that old man. You must’ve given the governor children? Yeah, I bet you thought you were special, giving that walking skeleton children,” Rocket had said, holding our baby at arms distance.
“What are you talking about? I’ve never …” I’d clutched the side of the couch. The pain wouldn’t allow me to get up. Take her and cuddle her to my breast.
He’d snarled, “I thought this would be our first baby. It’s my first baby, just not yours. That’s why she came out dead. You know, I was kidding about giving her up. But nothing I ever want goes right, anyway.”
Though it felt like I’d pushed all my insides out onto that couch, the pain in my heart seemed hollower. I stuttered, “R-Rocket, please, just rub her chest softly. Maybe she just needs encourage?—”
“Clean yourself up while I takethisdown to the dumpster.”
Rocket had always ran hot and cold. But that day? The North Pole had nothing on him. And I had never forgotten the chill.
