Page 139 of Beneath the Hood

My chest caves in, despair stretching its wings, preparing to wrap around me and shroud me in its darkness.

He moves again, his shoes touching mine.

His hand cups my jaw. “But I can’t hate you. I love you too damn much.”

I gasp, my stomach flipping as his lips come down to meet mine. I don’t waste a second, jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist, my tongue swiping across his lips, desperate to taste him after going so long without.

He groans, his arms wrapping around me.

He breaks away, holding me tight against him. “We’re still not okay.”

I nod, leaning in to peck his lips.

“I’m serious, Blake. We have to communicate. I need to be able to trust you.”

I nod again. Another kiss.

“And I want you to make a video, telling the world that we’re together.”

My heart soars.

“Well, glad to see I missed the fight and made it back for the party.” Lee’s voice shocks my system, heat flooding my cheeks as I hide my face in Jackson’s shoulder.

I try to slide back down but his arms lock me tighter against him, keeping me in place.

“Hi, Lee,” I mumble, peeking at her.

She smirks. “Hiya, Blake. Nice to see you again.” She walks right by us and up to the front door. “Dinner will be ready in twenty.”

My stomach clenches when she says dinner. Food is still a struggle, and some days are easier than others. Buteveryday I try. And that’s all anyone can ever really do.

“Is that true?” I ask Jax once she’s inside, my hands gripping behind his neck. “Am I sticking around?”

He smiles, finally letting me slip down his body until I’m pressed up against him. His hand glides down my arm and tangles our fingers together.

“That’s right, princess. I want you to stick around.”

Happiness blooms inside of me, growing like a weed and spreading through every atom.

And as I follow Jackson inside the house, being greeted by hoots and hollers, I’ve never felt so at home.

Epilogue

Six Months Later

Jackson

Rolling over in bed, my arm touches silky skin and I groan, pressing myself against Blakely’s warmth.

She pushes back immediately, like even in her sleep she aches to be close and I lean in, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

“Good morning,” she breathes.

Trailing my lips up her neck, I nip at her ear. “Good morning, princess.”

Her hand reaches behind her, palming my morning wood, bringing it close until it rests between her legs. My abs tense as she slides back until the tip of me spreads apart her lips and sinks inside of her pussy.

I groan, my hips immediately thrusting in and out, tingles of pleasure racing up my spine as I work my cock inside her.

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