Page 9 of Fight for You

“Fuck you,” Vie says and mama gasps before Vie turns away and storms off to her room, dropping a kiss on Jaxson’s cheek before doing so. His eyes follow her and then cut to me, nothing but affection showing in them for my sweet girl.

“You’re just gonna let her talk to me like that?” Mama says and I hold my hand up.

“You deserved that, mama. What you’ve done is unforgivable.” I say with a shake of my head. Jaxson comes into the living room with my robe in his hand, pocketing his phone.

“Jensen’s on his way to take statements,” he says, holding the robe open for me and I slip my arms into it, cinching it around my waist. His hand drops to my waist and he tugs me towards him. “Dana, I called the local motel and prepaid for a room for you for one month. I think it’s best for everyone if you stay there.”

Mama looks to me in objection, but I shake my head. “I agree with him on this, you’re no longer welcome here.”

She opens her mouth to argue but a knock at the door interrupts her. Jax gives me a squeeze and moves to open it. I’m ready for this night to be over.

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“Fuck, Ace. You aresoaked,” he groans into my ear and I whimper. I should be embarrassed at how wet I am, but I’m not. The things this man does to my body are incredible. He slips two fingers inside of me and pumps in and out, my body writhing, hands tied to the bed posts so I can’t touch him. I roll my hips as he glides his finger over my clit and I moan, eyes rolling back in my head. “Look at me,” he demands, and I meet his eyes with mine, his dark with desire.

“Tell me what you want,” he orders as he works my clit, pinching it and sliding a third finger inside of me. I whimper and he stops. “Answer me,” he says, licking his fingers clean and I rub my thighs together, my body screaming for release.

“I want you to fuck me,” I say, and he stands abruptly, untying my wrists before undoing his belt.

“Flip over on your knees,” he commands, popping the button on his jeans and I scramble to turn over, doing what he says. I watch over my shoulder as he takes his cock out, that beautiful dick standing at attention, pre-cum glistening on the tip of it. He grabs a condom out of the drawer of my nightstand, rolling it down his shaft and tugging his shirt over his head. “Tilt your ass.” I do what he says as he climbs onto the bed behind me. He strokes the globes of my ass with his hands before slapping it with his hand. The sensation makes me cry out, my entire body on high alert. His other hand goes to my clit where he pinches and slaps me again and I move my hips trying to gain friction. His hand snakes out and grabs a fistful of my hair, tugging it harshly, my scalp stinging with the movement. “You don’t get to move until I tell you that you can, do you understand me?” I nod my head as best as I can. This side of Jaxson, the domineering side, is so fucking hot. He’s so buttoned up at work and in front of our friends but the control he has in the bedroom is so sexy. “Good girl,” he praises me before releasing my hair and positioning himself behind me. He glides the thick head of his cock through my wet folds and I bite my lip, using all the self-control I have to keep myself still. He thrusts into me in one quick swoop, snapping his hips forward and filling me to the hilt. I moan.

“Jax,” I whimper as he slides out and back in. “I need to move.” I beg, shamelessly. He rolls his hips as he flexes into me and I arch my back even farther. He reaches around and uses his fingers to roll my nipple.

“Move,” he grits as he pounds in and out of me and I meet him thrust for thrust as he fucks me, punishing and unforgiving. “Missed you so fuckin’ much,” he grunts. I cry out my agreement as his hand moves from my nipple to my clit. The combination of him powering into me and his fingers strumming my clit has me coming with a scream that I muffle with the pillow in front of me and his hips snap forward once, twice, and on the third time he stills, groaning out as his release hits him. We both lay like that a moment, breathing ragged. He presses a soft kiss to my shoulder and slides out of me. I hear his footfalls as he makes his way to my en suite bathroom and I roll over on my back, tugging the blankets up and over me. It’s not long before Jax is sliding into bed and pulling me towards him.

“Tonight was a lot. Wanna unpack it with me?” He says and I shrug my shoulder. He sighs. “Can we talk about us then?”

“Is there an us?” I ask, toying with the blanket. He squeezes me.

“I’d like there to be an us, Ace.” He presses a kiss to my temple, and I snuggle into him.

“I don’t know how to do relationships, Jaxson.” I confess. “At least not healthy ones.”

“I’m not sure I know how to do them either, Ace. But with you I want to try.”

I glance up at his face and he winks at me. I murmur my agreement, burying my face in his neck, where I drift off to sleep, Jaxson holding me the entire time.

Jaxson

It’s been a week since Genevieve called me, panicking, whispering that some man was in the house and Avery had a baseball bat. I’ve never felt real fear until that moment. I reacted on pure adrenaline, telling her to stay with Blake and lock the door and not to come out until I told her it was okay. I broke every speed limit driving to her bungalow and when I saw that piece of shit’s car parked in my spot, I saw red. Jensen has been in touch via text message a few times since then, letting me know what he’s found on one Hank Weller, and none of it is fucking good.

The guy has a rap sheet a mile long and it doesn’t stop at prostitution. He’s been arrested for everything from drug charges to attempted murder. No one has been able to make any of the charges stick and that’s why the son of a bitch is still roaming free. I told Jensen he better make something happen orI’llbe arrested for actual murder, because I will kill that motherfucker if he gets close to my family again. I’ve also been tracking every single move Dana Marks makes with the GPS locator I dropped in her purse that night before she left. One of the perks of being friends with Zander James, the owner of Lock & Load, the new private security company in town. He gave me a few after the incident when Whitley was kidnapped. I’ve got one in Avery’s purse and both the kids bookbags. Avery’s aware and she thinks it’s ridiculous, but I don’t give a shit. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure all three of them are safe.

There’s a rap at my office door and I look up from the paperwork I’m buried in to see Zander standing in my door frame.

“Hey man, you got a minute?” He asks as he moves in and I stand to shake his hand. I don’t see much of him with all the work he’s putting into L & L to get it up and running.

“Of course, sit.” I sit back down and pull a whiskey bottle out of my bottom drawer holding it up in question. He nods his head and I pour us each two fingers.

“Is Avery gone for the day?” It’s no secret she works with me, everyone knows.

“Yeah, she’s only in until three. Why, what’s up?”

“Jensen reached out to me one day last week. Thought maybe I could help him with something, said he didn’t want to be doin’ shit on the company system when he knew I had a bigger reach.” He says, scrubbing his hand down his face. I don’t like where this is going.

“Spit it out, Zan.”

“Fuck,” he inhales, “so I have this techy guy at my place, his name is Wood. The dude is a genius. I had him run Weller and all his known associates. The shit Wood can find man, you wouldn’t believe it. He goes to some of the darkest, scariest parts of the interweb. But this Weller guy, this is bigger than anything you could have imagined.” Every muscle in my body locks up.

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