Page 12 of Brake's Intent

“This is all my fault,” I whisper raspy, my voice still tender from all the bruising. It’s been a couple of days since Brake left the clubhouse, and he’s yet to return. Lawson has done everything to try and reassure me it’s not my fault, but I know it is.

“Baby, it’s not,” Lawson murmurs, rubbing his hands along my arms. “He texted and has kept texting since he left. Jax has just had a lot on his mind. You being taken and the way you were given back to us is fuckin’ with his head.”

I nod, knowing he’s right, but it’s not the same. I don’t like the idea of Brake dealing with anything on his own. “You both should hate me.” The words are barely a breath as they slip past my lips. I didn’t want to say them out loud. Because I know it’s true. They should. I left without telling them about my engagement and that I couldn’t be with either of them. Even now, I can’t. No matter how much I want to run away with them and never look back, I have a duty to my family, and I have no other choice but to uphold my word.

“And why’s that, Faye?” Lawson asks, turning me to face him, one hand going around my waist while the other he uses to grip my chin and force me to meet his gaze. “I wasn’t going to bring it up. I wanted to wait for Brake to get back. Wait for you to heal more. But since you brought it up, why do you think we should hate you?”

“Because I left without explaining.” Tears prick at my eyes, and I close them to conceal the truth they’ll shed.

“Neither of us knew you were Finn Brisbane’s cousin. If we did, I’m sure we’d both figure it out, and I’m sure it’s one of the things fuckin’ with Jax right now. Me, not so much, but I do want to hear you say what Jax and I surely already know.”

I frown, feeling my brows crease, and stare at him in confusion. “What do you mean you already know?”

“Faye, I haven’t hidden what I do. I don’t just run a strip club. There’s more to what I do, and I’ll be doing that here as well as I have back in Carolina,” he states matter-of-factly. “I’m not out of the loop on how the Irish handles alliances and whatnot. A lot of crime families do as such, and considering you’re his cousin and the sister to his right-hand man, you’re a part of it all.”

“So, you know I’m engaged? Jax knows?” I swallow back the bile that threatens to come up.

“Yes,” he confirms.

“If I could change it, I would, but I can’t. I have no other choice. I . . . I hope you understand.”

“Oh, trust me when I say you ain’t going to be going through with this wedding. I’ll be damned if I’m letting you go. You think Jax isn’t going to do everything in his power to make sure you don’t? That I won’t? You’d be highly mistaken.”

“But I have no choice in this matter,” I protest weakly, daring not to get my hopes up.

“There’s always a way. Contracts are not without loopholes,” he scoffs.

“Then how do you suppose I get out of it?”

I press my hands against his chest and push in an attempt to get away. But there’s no budging him.

“You let Jax and me worry about it. We’re not letting you go.”

Lawson drops his hand from my chin and releases hold around my waist, but only to grip my wrist in his hands and hold them against his chest. “I finally have you back. You and Jax both. I’m not going to lose either of you. Not now, not fuckin’ ever. I don’t give a fuck what I have to do to make sure that happens.”

I open my mouth to say something, but he doesn’t give me a chance to speak. This is because his mouth is on mine, and his tongue is in my mouth. I should resist him, protest, and make a big stink about him kissing me, but I can’t find it in me to do anything other than kiss him back.

Lawson deepens the kiss, dominating my mouth as I remember him doing, and walks me back to the bed. Jax’s bed. We hadn’t left his room. l hadn’t, at least, due to needing to rest as much as possible to get better. Today’s the first I’ve been able to talk without it feeling like razors scraping my throat. I also don’t want to see anyone. Well, I want to see Jax. To kiss him and make sure he’s okay.

I fall back on the bed. Lawson comes down on top of me, his hips moving between mine, and he braces himself over me. A moan slips past my lips as Lawson grinds his hardened length against my panties.

Breaking his lips from mine, Lawson groans. “Fuck, I want to be inside you, but I also want my mouth on you. I need the taste of you in my senses.” Lowering himself, Lawson settles in with my legs on his shoulders. He pulls my panties to the side, and then his mouth is right there. Tongue swirling around my clit. Fingers tracing my entrance. Everything feels so amazing, my toes curl.

Lawson takes his time showing my clit attention before moving to lap at my juices and sink two fingers inside me. It’s glorious, and I need more. So much more.

The orgasm that rushes through me is nearly more than I can handle. My back comes off the bed, and I cry out Lawson’s name, my fingers digging into Jax’s sheets.

Lawson continues licking and toying with me until he wrings the last of my release out of me before pulling away with one last kiss to my clit and sliding my panties back in place. His eyes meet mine as he gently lowers my legs from his shoulders and moves back up to claim my mouth without any words needed between us.

There’s only one thing that would make this all the better, and that’s if Jax were here.

“Guess I’m late to the party.”

I rip my lips away from Lawson’s and look in the direction of where Brake’s standing just inside the room. The door, closed behind him. Seeing him here makes my stomach flutter, and I want to wish for him to come closer . . . to join us. But having him here is one wish granted.

“Jax,” I whisper his name, his eyes glittering with lust as he stalks toward the bed. He reaches up and pulls his T-shirt over his head then tosses it to the floor.

“Took your damn time, didn’t you,” Lawson grumbles, his voice filled with acquisition.

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