Attempting to have the much-needed conversation with all of them will be ridiculous while Jax is licking me. I wiggle underneath him, trying to get enough room between us so I can push against his chest.
“We need to talk, and I can’t do that with you on top of me.”
His grin is demonic. “Figure it out because I’m about to fuck you again.”
My sore pussy clenches enthusiastically in response.
Liam literally stomps out of the room and down the hallway, clearly angry and upset. Keane hasn’t moved a muscle.
Jax’s glasses are slightly askew and fogged up. I push them back into place and flick a finger to the tip of his nose.
“Not on this coffee table.” I’m splayed half on and half off it, Jax’s weight holding me down, and my back is killing me.
Keane bends over us and glides a finger down the side of my cheek, stopping at my mouth. His thumb sweeps my bottom lip, and he brings the digit up and sucks it into his mouth, humming like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.
“Jax, you made your fucking point. Let her up.”
Jax slowly pulls the knife from my throat and snaps it closed, placing it in my right hand. I curl my fingers around it, vowing to never be without it again.
“Thank you for bringing it back to me.”
He kisses the small cut he made on my chest and smiles at me. A real, honest smile. Executing a one-armed push-up to give me some breathing room, he reaches down and tucks himself back into his jeans, then helps me pull my underwear and stretchy yoga pants back up. There’s nothing I can do about the state of my shirt. I’m not shy about my body, so I don’t go all demure when Keane helps me to a sitting position and my bare, cum-covered chest is on display for the entire room to see.
Liam comes back holding one of my new T-shirts that Pearson got for me. He tosses it to me, just as Jax reaches back and pulls his black shirt over his head. The sight of his amazing ink and his lean, defined chest leaves me a bit dazed. I love looking at his tattoos.
He touches my shoulder, waiting patiently for me to lift both my arms up so he can pull his shirt over me. I sniff the fabric. Sandalwood, citrus, and Jax.
Once covered, I sit down on the couch and drape the shirt Liam brought over the armrest. Jax immediately drops down next to me, a satisfied, satiated look relaxing his face.
No one says a word about what just happened.
Holding their guns at their sides, Keane and Liam reluctantly take a seat in the leather armchairs across from us. Liam glares at Jax, and because my Grim Reaper never backs down from any provocation, he reaches under my armpit and cups my breast to fondle my nipple. He may as well just piss a circle around me. I smack his hand away because I can’t think properly when he’s doing that.
I try my best to focus on Keane and not the hand that has snuck under my borrowed shirt and is now playing with my belly button ring.
“How did you find out I was here?”
I push at Jax’s hand for him to cut it out when his pinky finger trails back and forth under the waistband of my yoga pants.
Keane struggles not to watch what Jax is doing and motions to Liam. “Who the hell is this?”
“Liam is…” The guy I had hot sex with once? Declan’s enforcer? My kidnapper? The man who tenderly cared for me at the cottage when my entire world fell apart? My bodyguard?
“I’m hers.” Liam doesn’t elaborate further.
“Fuck you,” Jax snarls and pulls me into his lap. I scramble out of it and give both of them a don’t-you-dare-start-shit glower.
“Liam works for Declan.”
Keane’s lush lips press together, his rapt attention now on Liam. “You’re Liam Connelly?”
Liam smirks. “So?”
Keane faces me with bewilderment. “You fucked Liam Connelly? Jesus, Andie, are you aware of who he is? His reputation is worse than Jax’s.”
Immediately annoyed that Keane is saying Liam is a bigger psychopath than he is, Jax pipes in, “Is not.”
Liam uses his gun in a lewd gesture that tells Keane to suck his dick. “I’m sitting right here, asshole. You want to know anything about me, ask me yourself. Don’t tattle like a weak-ass bitch.”
