Fierce Obsession: LA Ruthless: Book 4 (L.A. Ruthless Series)

“You want us to stay here with you tonight, Molly?” I ask as she climbs out of Jax’s truck outside the house.

“No,” she shakes her head and waves her hand at me dismissively. “I’ll be fine. You two go get some sleep and I’ll see you both for breakfast in a few hours.”

“You sure?” Jax asks.

“Yes,” she assures him, before closing the door and walking into the house. Blue comes to greet her, wagging his tail but looking past her for his master.

We wait until she’s inside and then Jax carries on driving to the barn. “You okay?” I ask him.

“Yeah,” he grunts, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

I know he’s deep in thought. Processing the information from the last few hours. It’s how he works. So I just rest my hand on his thigh until we come to a stop outside the barn.

Once we’re inside, he locks up and we both head straight to bed. It’s after two a.m. and I figure Jax must be exhausted. We both undress in silence, moving around the same space without really touching or making any eye contact. As though we’re existing in two separate places in time.

I should ask him if he’s okay, but I know that he’s not. He told me he didn’t find anything out at the bar, and also that jackass sheriff showed up so he didn’t really get the chance to talk to people. I would love to know what’s going through his mind right now. I open my mouth, about to ask, but he looks up with a scowl on his face, so I stay quiet.

I pull on my tank top and climb into bed while he’s brushing his teeth.

A moment later, he walks out of the bathroom and flicks off the light until the room is dark. The only light comes from the moon outside which shines through the dark glass.

He lifts the covers and crawls into bed beside me, sliding a hand over my stomach until his arm is wrapped around my waist, he pulls me close and I breathe a sigh of relief.

He presses his lips against my ear. “You tired, baby?”

“Only a little,” I lie. I’m exhausted, but I don’t want to sleep.

“Liar,” he whispers, “but I’m gonna let it slide because I need you, Luce.”

I turn on my side. “I need you too, Jax, but don’t shut me out.”

He brushes my hair back from my face. “I’m not, angel, I promise. I’m just dealing with some stuff I thought I’d buried a long time ago.”

“About your dad?”

“Hmm. Things between me and him weren’t always so bad. When I was a little kid, like Matthias, he was…” he swallows hard. “I looked up to him so fucking much.”

I press my body closer to his. I need him to know that he’s not in this alone.

“What if I fuck up like he did? What if Matthias, or any of our kids end up hating me one day? The thought that they might feels like someone has just put my heart in a vise.”

I places my hand on his chest. “They could never hate you. You would never let them down, Jax. Or me. I know you wouldn’t.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because you know how it feels,” I whisper. “And also because you always put the happiness and wellbeing of the people you love before your own.”

“I’m gonna miss you so fucking much, Luce,” he whispers.

A sob catches in my throat and I swallow it down. “I’m going to miss you too, but it will only be for a few days, right?”

“A few days away from you is gonna feel like a goddamn eternity,” he growls, sliding a hand onto my ass.

“Then you’d better make tonight count, cowboy,” I purr, sliding my hand down to his cock which is already semi-hard.

“Why the fuck are you wearing clothes in my bed?” he frowns at me as though he’s only just become aware of this fact.

Then he looks down at my panties and pulls the waistband until it snaps against my skin.

“Sorry,” I whisper, biting on my lip.

“You know I gotta punish you for that?” he asks as he rolls on top of me.

“Yes,” I giggle.

“Ah but no spanking for you, Mrs. Decker,” he growls, nipping at my shoulder blade. “Because you like that a little too much, don’t you?”

Wetness pools in my center just thinking about it.

“Hmm. So, how are you going to punish me then?” I whisper.

He lifts his head, narrowing his eyes at me as though he’s deep in thought. “Maybe I won’t let you come?” he suggests.

I open my mouth in horror. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would,” he whispers.

“Please don’t?” I whimper, trying a different tactic.

“Maybe I’ll just see how hard I can make you beg instead.”

“We both know you can make me beg real hard, Jax, but what I need you to do…”

“Yeah,” he whispers, trailing kisses and tiny delicious bites over my breasts through my tank top.

“Is make me come real hard,” I giggle. “It’s only fair seeing as you’re about to deprive me of these life altering orgasms.”

“Life altering, huh?” he arches one eyebrow at me as he starts to peel my top off over my head.

“Yep,” I say, shifting my hips upward so that I can grind my pussy onto his cock, which is now rock hard.

He bites on his lip and shakes his head. “Damn, baby, you know how much I want to fuck you right now?”

I wrap my arms around his neck. “No. So stop fooling around and show me.”

“If that’s what you want,” he grins, accepting the challenge. He fists his hands in my panties and tears the material in half before driving his cock deep inside me, making me cry out as he forces me further up the bed.

“I knew you’d be soaking for me, Luce,” he whispers in my ear. “You always fucking are.”

“I know,” I whimper as I wrap my legs around his waist.

“That’s it, hold onto me, baby. Because I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll still feel me inside you when you’re back home in LA.”

“God, Jax,” I breathe as he nails me harder into the mattress.

“You’re mine, Luce. Mine!” he growls in my ear, like I may have forgotten it somehow, or like he’s trying to sear the words into my brain.

He doesn’t need to. They are already there.

I am his.

Utterly and completely his.

I lie in Jax’s arms, feeling one hundred percent blissed out and completely sated. The man is a machine and I have no idea where he gets his stamina and energy because he fucked me all night long.

Hard. Gentle. Fast. Slow. He fucked my pussy. My ass. My mouth. He feasted on every part of my body like a starving man at an all you can eat buffet. He made me come so many times I feel like I must need at least a gallon of water to rehydrate. I lick my dry lips.

I shift in his arms because I need to get me some of that water I’ve been thinking about for the past ten minutes, but he pulls me back to him.

“Just ten more minutes, Luce,” he mumbles sleepily. “Just let me hold onto you a little longer.”

I snuggle back against his chest. I suppose I’m not that thirsty. And this guy right here can hold onto me forever if he wants to.