Chapter Eight
Jax
The longer I’m in the Jones’ estate, the angrier I become. It is clear to me that Jenna’s reluctance isn’t because she doesn’t want to leave her parents’ home—it’s that she’s afraid to leave.
I grab the duffle bag from Jenna’s shoulder before we make our way down the stairs toward the front door. My jaw is tight, and I try to hold in my rage, especially in front of Cory. Martin Jones thinks he can keep Jenna and our son hidden from the world. Hidden from me.
“Daddy?”
I look down at Cory and take his bag of toys from him. Immediately, the rage subsides when I look into my son’s eyes. I just met him, and he already has my heart.
“Yes?”
“Do you like airplanes?”
“I love them,” I say as I wink at him.
Cory smiles widely and takes my hand in his. I look at Jenna. Tears are rolling down her cheeks as she takes my other hand. We approach the front door as a family.
The butler, who’d had the nerve to tell me Jenna Jones didn’t exist, stands in our way. His glare is cold and emotionless as security guards flank his sides.
“Sir, Miss Jones is not allowed to leave the property without proper protection.”
“She has proper protection,” I say, squeezing Jenna’s hand in mine.
“Sir—”
“Ulrich, let us go,” Jenna speaks, her voice hoarse. “Please.”
I understand these people are doing their job, so I pull out my wallet. I hand Ulrich a five-hundred dollar bill and my business card.
“If Mr. Jones has an issue, he can take it up with me himself.”
We walk out the front door with no more trouble from the staff.
“I’ll pull the car up.”
Jenna grabs onto my hand tighter.
“No, I don’t want to take any chances,” she says.
I nod and lead the way down the dirt road. Cory speaks nonstop during the short walk.
“Do you like frogs? I bet we are a lot alike!”
I smile at him.
“Maybe when we get to New York, we can get you a pet frog.”
Cory gasps, “Really?”
I pop the trunk and throw their stuff inside. From the passenger side door, Jenna tells Cory to buckle his seatbelt.
Walking around the car toward Jenna, I can see her skin is pale and her eyes are swollen red. As I wrap my arms around her body, her breathing grows deeper. She clutches my suit jacket and cries. Allowing her to cry for a few minutes, I hold her firmly. I never want to let her go again.
I drive just out of town to a hotel where I book the penthouse suite. Cory hogs my attention for the next few hours with no complaints from me. He wants to know everything about me and vice-versa.
Jenna sits quietly, listening to Cory and me talk. My eyes keep meeting hers. I’m torn between my son and her. I’ve lost seven years with both of them. There is so much that Jenna and I have to discuss, but I can’t help but want to ravage her the longer we’re in the same room together.
She looks so goddamn sexy as she leans her head onto her fist. She isn’t wearing make-up, and my eyes keep drifting to the knot of her bathing suit sticking out of her shirt. One tug and her breasts would be free. Then I could probably see her hard nipples through the thin white t-shirt she’s wearing. I lick my lips every time I think about her tits.
Her shorts ride up as she makes herself comfortable on the couch, exposing her juicy thighs. I swear. Jenna catches me looking, and she adjusts herself, pulling the shorts down self-consciously.
“Cory, I think it’s time for bed,” she announces.
“Aw, Mama…”
“We’ll have plenty of time together from now on, buddy,” I vow as I mess his hair.
Jenna helps get him ready for bed, and we both tuck him in.
“Do you want a drink?” I ask, stepping into the kitchen area.
“Sure.”
She leans against the bar top, pushing her tits up and together. I don’t think she realizes how inviting they look as I hand her a glass of bourbon.
“You can take the boy out of the country…” she smiles, taking a sip.
“What did you think I drink now?”
She shrugs. “Dom Perignon?”
I laugh, taking a sip. She does the same as silence fills the suite for an awkward moment.
“Let’s sit on the couch,” I offer before we move into the living room area.
This time, I snatch up the opportunity to make physical contact with Jenna. Sitting as close to her as possible, I set my drink down on the coffee table and turn my body toward hers, causing our legs to rub together. I miss her soft skin and yearn to touch her without the barrier of my pants.
“I’m so sorry,” she says, “…about Cory. My father wanted me to get an abortion. He didn’t want any part of you inside his house—inside me.”
“Yeah, he made that clear to me. He told me you didn’t want me,” I confess.
“You believed him?”
She sounds hurt as she recoils back from me a little.
“I thought I’d hurt you.”
“Hurt me?”
“That night—when we made love. When you looked afraid of me today, I thought—”
“Jax, I’m not afraid of you,” she says, placing her hand on my knee. “I am afraid of what my father will do to you.”
“I’m not afraid of him, Jen. I have just as much power as him and more money. He can’t control you anymore.”
She lets out a shaky breath. I can tell she is holding back something. I move even closer to her. My knee nudges under her thigh. The physical contact is comforting, but not enough. I want her on top of me. I need to hold her. Love her. Protect her.
“What did he do to you?”
She looks down, and I pull her chin up so that her eyes meet mine.
“Tell me,” I clench my teeth as I insist.
“That night, he caught me sneaking in,” she says as a tear rolls down her cheek. “He beat me up so badly that I passed out.”
Red hot anger boils through my veins. He had beaten her up?! I knew Martin Jones was a pompous asshole, but how can anyone beat up their own daughter?
“What?!”
If Jenna hadn’t been holding me down with the light touch of her palm on my thigh, I would have leapt out of the hotel and tried to hunt down Martin.
“I heard you arguing with my father when I woke up, but he had broken my ribs. I wanted to get to you, but I passed out again. By the time I healed, you were gone and I was stuck there. Daddy told me he gave you money and you took it and ran.”
“That’s a fucking lie, Jenna. Please tell me you didn’t believe that all these years.”
I run my hands through my hair aggravatedly.
“I knew my father was capable of spinning lies at that point. After all, he is a politician. I just didn’t think he was so heartless as to keep his own daughter and grandson prisoners. I had no access to the outside world. He even put locks on the windows. The only reason I got to keep Cory is because I threatened to go to the press about his abuse.”
“That son of a bitch! I’m going to find him and kill him!”
I boil over, jumping up and grabbing my car keys. I don’t know where to find Martin, but I will. I grab my phone to see who I can call to find out his whereabouts. I have plenty of political connections in New York who can destroy him.
“Jax, no! He’s not worth it!” Jenna yells, flying off the couch and knocking the phone out of my hand.
“Please, I finally have you here. I don’t want to risk losing you on some revenge mission.”
She wraps her arms around my waist in a tight grip as she pleads with me. Relishing in the warmth of her hug, I rub her back soothingly as she cries against my shirt. I move her over to the couch and sit down as I hold her body to my chest.
“I hoped you’d come back for me one day,” she cries into my neck. “Why’d it take so long?”
She looks up at me, and I can see the pain in her eyes.
“I wanted to prove myself to your father, but I realize now that he doesn’t matter. I wanted to prove myself to you—to come back a rich man who can give you all the things you’re used to, and more. But the reason I didn’t come back for you right away is because I was afraid I’d hurt you.”
Jenna looks at me, confused.
“I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“That night, I did, though. It was your first time, and I didn’t go easy…”
“What in the world ever gave you the idea that I didn’t love every second of that night?” she asks, wide-eyed.
She looks down at my pants and then back into my eyes.
“What makes you think I didn’t love every inch of you?”
The edges of my mouth form a smile, and my dick hardens instantly.
“Your father told me you came home crying that night, saying that I had hurt you and that you never wanted to see me again.”
She punches the side of the couch angrily. I flinch in surprise at the built-up aggression in my sweet Jenna. Taking me by surprise again, she climbs into my lap and pulls me into a needy kiss. My fists grab onto her waist, bunching her t-shirt up. As I run my fingers along the material of the bathing suit she has on underneath her shirt, I’m disappointed to not be touching bare skin.
Jenna’s tears roll down her cheeks as we make out. Seven years of love, anger, lust, and pain are mixed into our kisses.
“I love you, Jenna. I have always loved you, and I always will. Everything I do is for you. This,” I motion to my suit, “…was all for you.”
She pulls me to her lips by my loosened tie.
“I love you, Jax.”
She kisses me eagerly as she moves around on top of my aching cock. My heart and erection leap in unison at Jenna’s words and the rocking of her hips.
Each gyration of her body increases the certainty I feel that I can never live without her again.