Jake’s Angel (King’s Of Fury MC #2)

Chapter 44

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

JAKE

It’s been a long ass day.

After Avery and Sadie went upstairs with Antonio, Vincenzo went back into his office and closed the door while his men stood guard outside the door. Gabe pulled us all into the living room and spoke quietly.

“Ghost, I need you and Hawk to do a deep dive on these papers. Find out if what Vincenzo says about Eleanor and Cusenza’s bastard is true. I want to know who he is and what happened to him. Cusenza would’ve kept tabs on him somehow. He could be his successor someday.”

“Mack, I need you on the phone with Russell. Find out what he knows about all of this and why he didn’t feel the need to share it with us.” Gabe rolls his neck.

“Are we really going to let Avery sit down with your psycho ass brother?” Ethan asks.

“Fuck no.” I answer before Gabe can. He turns his glare to me. “She’s my woman. She’s been through enough shit. We’ve failed her for eighteen fucking years, Pres. He tried to kill her once already. Do you think it’s wise to tempt fate with another chance?”

“I’m not going to use Avery to get to Thomas. He’s here in town somewhere. I want to know where. Put out feelers, find out what you can. Hawk, after dinner, you and Jake keep the girls on lockdown. The rest of you pool our resources and get me some information on where my fucktard of a brother is.”

Avery has remained quiet throughout dinner. She barely ate her food when Nora placed the plate full of spaghetti in front of her, which I know is not right. If there’s one thing that I’ve learned about my woman, it’s she loves carbs. She rolled her fork around, scooting the food to the edges, but only took a few bites.

After everything we’ve learned, I’ve added hunting down the Eleanor West to my list of things to do. The bitch deserves to die for what she’s done. The fear and confusion I see in Avery’s eyes has my anger rising, but I’ll keep my emotions in check—for her. Something’s got her deep in thought tonight. She seemed fine when she was playing with Antonio, but now she’s completely silent.

I thought maybe she was just upset about us needing to talk. Maybe she was in her head again about us, worried about talking to me about how she feels. When I reached to hold her hand under the table, she entwined our fingers and gave my hand a squeeze.

After dinner, Gabe informed the room of the sleeping arrangements. It went over like a lead balloon. As soon as he said Hawk would stay in Sadie’s room— it was on .

“I’m not sleeping in the same room with this asshole!” Sadie shouts. Thankfully, Antonio is already asleep because I don’t think Sadie is going to hold back her words right now. She is fuming mad. Her face is red, her eyes narrowed, neck swaying with every word. She is pissed!

“Who said anything about sleeping, sweetheart?” Hawk taunts. Sadie rolls her eyes. If I were him, I wouldn’t get too close. Her knee looks a little twitchy and I’ve got a pretty good idea where she’s looking to aim it.

“ Please. You can’t handle me. In the bedroom or out of it. Haven’t we already established this?” She cocks her brow at him, and he scowls back at her. “Theatrical performances don’t do it for me. I like my men to have a firm hand and take charge, not follow a script and play dress up. Pirate boy can exit stage left.” She points to her left.

“What men are you talking about?” Hawk growls.

“None of your business.” She taps her finger on his nose. “Unlike you, I don’t go around bragging about my extracurricular activities. I’m classy like that,” she taunts. I’m not sure what she’s talking about, nor do I want to know. But whatever it is, the challenge has just been made very clear to Hawk.

She just dropped the gauntlet and judging by the maniacal grin he’s sporting, he’s about to pick it up. “Sounds to me like you need someone to teach you who’s boss.” He raises an eyebrow, setting a challenge of his own. Sadie rolls her eyes and huffs. I don’t think she realizes he’s not joking. He seems very determined as he stalks toward her.

“Gabe, you can’t be serious. I’ll kill him in his sleep,” she threatens. Gabe smirks, then shrugs. “Make sure you don’t make a mess. This is too far for our cleanup crew to travel, and we don’t leave people’s houses messier than they were before we came. It’s rude.”

He must be feeling his whiskey from dinner, because he’s being playful.

I’m sure he knows there’s some truth to her statement.

“It’s not up for discussion, Sadie. This is the only way I know you won’t go anywhere.” Gabe makes his demands known.

“Ugh!” Sadie storms toward the door with her bag on her shoulder when Hawk cuts in front of her, puts his shoulder to her stomach, hauling her ass up and over, and walks out the door. She’s screaming loud enough we can hear her in the elevator as it descends.

This little game of verbal tennis is more than amusing, but Avery isn’t smiling even a little bit. Normally, Hawk and Sadie verballing sparring at least makes her cheeks burn red, but right now she’s pale as can be.

“It’s alright. You may be as loud as you like. Your floor is empty this evening. I didn’t want someone accidentally seeing you and informing others of your presence here.” Vincenzo tells Gabe. “I figured she would be a screamer, anyway.” He winks and heads back to his office.

He must be feeling his whiskey too.

Taking Avery’s hand, we say our good nights and make our way down to our room. We hear some strange noises as we pass Hawk and Sadie’s room. There’s a room service tray by his door, so I knock.

“Yeah,” Hawk shouts back.

“You’ve got a tray out here with some beer and shit on it, man.”

He cracks the door open enough to reach his hand out. “Hand me those, would you? I should’ve taken the bottle of whiskey from Vincenzo’s office. Beer isn’t going to be strong enough.”

I fight to hide my smile. “Did you bring any tricks with you? You might want to bind her so you can get some sleep and not have to worry about Sadie killing you.”

“I’d still find a way!” Sadie shouts from the room.

“You two have a good night.” Hawk tips his chin and slams the door shut behind him.

I look down at Avery, and she’s still showing zero emotion.

Once inside our room, I close the door with my foot, locking it behind me as Avery drops her bag and curls into a ball on the couch. The overwhelming urge to protect her is gnawing at my chest again. I kneel in front of her and lift her body so she’s sitting up with me between her legs. She’s running her fingers through my hair absentmindedly as I stare into her beautiful but haunted green eyes. She’s here with me, touching me, but her attention is elsewhere.

“What’s wrong, Angel? Talk to me,” I urge. “You’ve been acting strange all night.” I cup her cheeks with my palms, enjoying the feel of her soft skin in my rough hands. The way she closes her eyes at my touch tells me she’s feeling what I feel. That connection we have. Craves it like I do.

We’re like magnets pulling on one another. I just need to get her to open up to me. To see she can trust me. Deciding now is as good a time as any—I cut right to the chase.

“Where are you, baby?” I ask, searching her face for answers. She scrunches her forehead as if she doesn’t understand my question, so I clarify for her. “You’re here, but you’re not with me. You left in a hurry this morning, and you’ve been running from me ever since.” Rubbing my thumb across her cheek, I continue to search her face for any kind of sign she’s understanding me. “You mind telling me why you keep running? Did I do something to hurt you?” I broach the subject, but I don’t push. I know she’s scared, but I need her to say the words.

Avery shakes her head but remains silent. She tries to turn her head away from me, but I keep my hands where they are and keep her eyes on mine. Using the pads of my thumbs, I wipe away the tears that have slipped down her face. I gently kiss each tear-stained cheek and lean my forehead against hers.

“You thought I only wanted one night with you, didn’t you?” She doesn’t answer but tightly closes her eyes as she inhales a deep breath, worrying her lip with her teeth. “Then you didn’t hear what I said to you last night, because I distinctly remember telling you— you’re mine now, baby . Every bit of you.” I kiss her forehead and bring my eyes level with hers, but she still won’t open them.

“When I asked if you understood, you said yes, but I don’t think you did.” I kiss her forehead, then her cheeks one at a time, and her lips ever so softly. “You didn’t understand me, did you, baby? You didn’t understand I was claiming you.” I kiss the same path around her face again. When my lips reach hers, she gently kisses me back and tries to deepen the kiss. I pull back, which makes her eyes open, the sting of rejection so clearly etched on her face.

She tries to pull out of my grip, anger and frustration playing out in her eyes, but I hold on to her, shaking my head.

“You changed my world when you came into my life. I’ve watched you stand your ground and hand my Pop and Pres their asses, then retreat into a scared little girl all in the same night. I’ve wanted you from the first moment you opened your mouth and that fiery tongue of yours put me in my place, not backing down one bit from the shit anyone threw at you. I knew you were mine the moment you kissed me at the diner and every day since. But the moment I fell in love with you was the moment you gave in and you let me see all your vulnerabilities. I knew then you owned my heart, and I would do anything to protect yours. You’re not a one-night stand, Avery. You’re my forever. You’re mine Angel, and I’m yours.”

Tears are flowing now, with no signs of stopping. Her eyes hold so many questions, but then there’s a moment when something flashes.

“I thought you wouldn’t want me anymore since you finally saw how broken and scarred I am. How damaged,” she whispers, looking down at the floor. I move to stand up, taking her hand and pulling her to stand with me. I place both hands on her hips and duck my head until we are eye to eye.

“Angel, look at me.” When her eyes finally meet mine again, I tell her, “I want all of you. Especially all the broken parts, so I can help you put the pieces back together. You’re not damaged, and if I hear you say that again, I will tan your ass. I’ve threatened it before, but this time I mean it. You. Are. Not. Damaged. You are strong. Beautiful. Brave. Loyal as fuck. And You . Are . Mine .”

Before she can say another word, I crash my mouth onto hers. I pull her flush against my body. I don’t miss the little gasp that escapes her mouth when she feels my rock hard erection against her stomach. I begin kissing down her neck and behind her ear, nibbling on the spot I know makes her squirm.

Her body shivers and her breath hitches.

Her hands snake their way up my shoulders and into my hair. She grabs two fists full and tugs. It’s the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. I growl my approval, then abruptly pull us apart.

Before we can go any further, I need to hear her say the words. I need to know if she understands. She’s not going to run when this night is over. Pulling back and breaking our connection, the look of her swollen lips and lust-filled eyes is the most beautiful thing I think I’ve ever seen. I lean down, touching our foreheads together once more.

“Say it, Angel. Tell me the words I want to hear.”

“I’m yours, Jake.” That’s all it takes. My mouth is back on hers as we tug at each other’s clothes. Not able to get to one another fast enough. She runs her hands under my shirt and across my abs. I reach back to rip it off over my head, giving her what she wants.

“Hands up, baby.” She does as I ask. I remove her shirt and bra in record time. Taking her mouth once again in a heated kiss, I lift, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I lay her back against the couch and unbutton her shorts. She unwraps her legs and lifts her ass, helping me to rid her of the last remaining scraps of clothing that are keeping me from what’s mine. I stand and shuck off my jeans and boxers, standing naked before her. Her heated gaze lands on my cock. She licks her lips and raises her eyes to me.

“As much as I would love to have your mouth on me, Angel, tonight is not about that. Tonight, it’s about making you mine in every way. Heart, body, and soul.” I push her back up against the couch, leaning over her, rocking my erection against her stomach. Reaching my hand down between her legs, I slide my fingers through her slit and find her wet and ready for me.

“You’re fucking soaked. Are you ready for me, Angel?”

“Yes.” She breathes. I drop my head, throwing her leg over my shoulder and feast on her pussy like I’m a starving man and she’s my last meal. She writhes and moans, gripping the couch, losing all control as her body shakes with need. She’s almost there, but I’m keeping her orgasm at bay. I get her just to the edge and bring her back. After several minutes of keeping her on the edge, she grabs my hair and, through gritted teeth, she begs, “Please Jake. I need to come.” It’s all I need to hear before I send her over the edge with my name on her lips.

I carry her over to the bed, lay her down gently. Her blonde hair fans out across the pillow, her eyes hooded, face flushed. “You’re beautiful.” Sweeping the hair from her face with the back of my hand, I wait as she comes down from her release. Once I see she’s back with me again, I ask her one more time.

“Who do you belong to, baby?”

She doesn’t answer right away like I had hoped. I hold my breath, waiting for what feels like the longest few minutes of my life. I know she sees the concern and disappointment on my face. She turns away from me for a second and says, “I’m scared of the way I feel about you, Jake. I’ve never loved anyone before. I don’t know what being loved feels like.” Her cheeks burn red, and her breathing is labored.

I can’t help the way my lips curl at her admission. “You love me, Angel?” I tease, caging her beneath me, kissing the sensitive spot on her neck. She pushes at my chest, trying to push me back, but she’s not very forceful about it.

“I didn’t say that,” she groans. I don’t let up laying soft kisses and nips along her neck, taking her earlobe into my teeth and giving it a tug. Her breathing is picking up, her nails raking down my back.

Smiling against her neck, I reaffirm, “Yes, you did. I heard it.”

“Then you heard what you wanted to hear,” she sasses, snaking her hands between us, attempting to push me away again.

Fat chance, baby.

Grabbing her hands, I pin them above her head, interlocking them with mine, pressing my weight into her, making sure she understands I’m not going anywhere, and neither is she.

No more running.

Her eyes are wide, there’s a hint of fear there, but she’s not afraid of me. She’s afraid of how she feels, of being discarded and forgotten again.

I give her a chaste kiss, then look her in the eyes, to confess, “I heard exactly what you said. Just like you heard me tell you I love you and you are mine.” She swallows hard, tears begin to flow again. “That’s what that means, Angel. When I say you belong to me, it means I’ll take care of you, protect you, love you, support you, and keep you … forever. Do you understand what I’m saying?” I’m practically hanging by a thread here, hoping I didn’t just fuck everything up by putting it all on the line. But she needs to understand the truth about the way I feel about her.

Her body relaxes, her eyes close, and she breathes deep. “You mean it, don’t you? You love me?” she asks, and I don’t miss the tremble in her voice. She’s scared, but she’s giving me that bit of vulnerability she tries so hard to keep hidden away. Her walls have finally come crashing down.

Mine.

“Angel, I’ve loved you my whole life, and there’s a lot of this life left for me to spend every day showing you just how much.” Brushing my fingers down her arms, lightly caressing her shoulders down to her breast, rounding her nipple, exploring, but not taking until she gives the words I’m dying to hear again.

Her breathing has picked up and I’m praying it isn’t a panic attack on the horizon.

“I love you too, Jake. So much!” She confesses.

“I told you so,” I tease before my mouth crashes down on hers. I grab her by the back of her hair firmly, separating us and studying her eyes. Where there was once fear and uncertainty, it’s been replaced with heat, lust, and love.

I stand abruptly, pulling her hand, bringing her with me. “Get on your hands and knees now.” I demand. She does as she’s told without hesitation. Turning, she peers at me over her shoulder with hooded dark green eyes full of hunger and want. I’ve never wanted any woman the way that I want her right now. She watches intently, licking her lips as I stroke myself a few times. The heat in her eyes letting me know she wants this as much as I do.

I run my fingers through her wet folds. She moans and pushes herself back, seeking what she needs. I slap her ass once. “You’ll take what I give you, greedy girl.” I love the way she whimpers for me. She likes my hand smacking her ass as much as I love seeing my handprint on her skin.

Mine.

This isn’t the time to be gentle and make love. I have my woman naked in my bed, and her confession of love for me has caused something primal to rise. Tonight, I’m claiming my Angel and making her truly mine.

I run the head of my cock over her clit, teasing her. She lets out a frustrated groan. “There’s nothing between us anymore, Angel. No more secrets. No more running. This is it. You and me. You got me?”

“Yes, Jake,” she answers.

I grab my shaft, not waiting for her answer, then thrust myself inside her. Grabbing both of her hips, I thrust again, burying myself balls deep inside her sweet pussy. I groan at how her tight little slit hugs around my cock. I still myself, allowing her a moment to adjust to me and myself a minute to regain my control.

Once I’m certain she’s ready, I thrust myself inside of her again and again. Snaking my arm around her stomach, between her breasts, I wrap my hand gently around her throat, lifting her back to my front while I hold her there. I continue to thrust in and out, over and over, kissing the side of her neck and nibbling on her shoulder. “Say it, Angel. Who do you belong to?” I demand.

Turning her head toward me, she reaches behind her head, grabbing onto the hair at the nape of my neck. “You, Jake. I belong to you.” She pulls me into a kiss. I feel her pussy clench down on my cock as her orgasm overtakes her, pulling me over the edge with her at the exact same moment.

We both fall forward onto the bed. I catch myself on my elbows, holding my weight above her back, careful not to crush her. We’re both covered in sweat, trying to catch our breath. I pull out, rolling over to lie beside her. I pull her onto my chest. She drapes her leg over mine and drifts off. I’m the happiest fucker in the world right now. Having my woman wrapped up in my arms, laying naked in my bed, knowing that she loves me, this is everything I’ll ever need in this life.

“Sleep Angel. I’ve got you,” I tell her before sleep takes us both.