Chapter Ten
Jax
My eyes open to see Jenna’s curly brown hair splayed across my chest. The feeling of her in my arms is as if my heart is being hugged. She is meant to be with me. This is how we will begin every morning—her gorgeous tits mashed against my chest, her curls tickling my neck, and her luscious thighs spread over mine.
I don’t want to move, but I have to use the bathroom. As soon as I start to roll away, Jenna’s arm wraps tighter around my waist. That is too fucking cute. I gently pull her off of me and head to the bathroom ass-naked.
When I come back to the bedroom, Jenna is sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
“Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” I smile.
“Hi,” she blushes, seeing me standing here in the nude.
I slide onto the bed and kiss her gently.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Like a log. You wore me out.”
Her smile hits her eyes.
“Me? You wore me out with that little pussy of yours. It was a workout.”
I squeeze her thigh. She blushes deeper, and I kiss her lovingly.
“So, what’s the plan?”
I lace my fingers with hers and look into her brown eyes. I can see they’re a little concerned, but excited at the promise of a future together after seven years of separation.
“The plan is to press charges against your father for what he did to you.”
Just saying those words causes my anger to come racing back to me. I want revenge on Martin Jones.
“Jax,” she sighs. “I want to be done with him, and with my mother, too. I don’t want to see them or hear from them ever again. I don’t even want to share the same name as them.”
I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear.
“The name thing can be arranged very easily,” I give her a sideways smirk.
She laughs, but I’m serious. I plan to marry her someday.
“You will be mine, Jenna Morrison. Bound to me in every way.”
Her chest rises and falls underneath my t-shirt as she bites her bottom lip upon hearing her first name paired with my last name. She buries her head in my shoulder. Her lips kiss my skin, and I feel the tears that follow. I pick her chin up to look at me.
“I will make damn sure no one will ever hurt you.”
She nods and shimmies around to the front of me. She kisses me and pushes me down onto the bed. Jenna straddles my waist before lying on top of me. I hold her until the sun comes up as we talk about our lives, but mostly about Cory.
“I wish I could have been there,” I sigh regretfully.
Jenna looks up at me and nods.
“Me too. I even tried to get Bianca to get a message to your sister, but she didn’t know where you were. When you didn’t show up ever again or even write, I allowed myself to believe that you didn’t really love me.”
I feel like shit hearing her say that, but I keep reminding myself that none of this was our fault.
“I did write you, Jen,” I sigh, rubbing my thumb across her cheek.
She sits up in surprise and tucks her hair behind her ears, dying to hear my explanation.
“When calling didn’t work, I wrote e-mails and mailed letters. I never got a response back, so I believed what your father said—that you didn’t want to see me anymore.”
Jenna’s face twists in pain and anger.
“Is that offer to confront my father still available?”
“Whatever you want, I will have it done.”
I will do whatever Jenna wants me to do to her father. In the end, I know he doesn’t matter to either of us. He can’t come between us anymore, and that’s all that matters now.
“Mama! Daddy!” Cory yells.
The anger immediately washes away from Jenna’s face at the sound of our son’s voice.
“He’s not worth it,” she declares and kisses me sweetly before jumping out of bed. “We’ll be right out, Cory!”
Jenna grabs some clothes and runs to the bathroom. I grab a pair of jeans and slide them on. When I open the door, Cory is standing there smiling.
“Hey, buddy! How’d you sleep?”
“So good! I like it here. Are we going to live here?”
I chuckle and mess his hair.
“No. We’re going to New York, remember?”
“Oh yeah!” he cheers.
“I know how much you love planes, but have you ever been on one?”
“Uh-uh,” Cory shakes his head no. “Mr. Jones never lets us go anywhere.”
I clench my fists. Martin made his own grandson call him “Mr. Jones”? What a motherfucker.
“Well, get ready for your first plane ride then, buddy.”
Cory’s mouth drops open.
“We’re flying to New York?”
He leaps into my arms for a hug. I lift him up and squeeze him.
“Thank you for coming to get us,” he says, hugging me tightly.
My heart melts as I squeeze him. Jenna comes out of the bathroom and throws her hand across her chest when she sees us embracing. Instant tears fall down her face.
“You’ll never be without a daddy again,” I tell Cory as I kiss his cheek and set him down. He runs over to Jenna and hugs her.
“Good morning, Mama. We’re going on a plane today!”
“Wow, how exciting!” she exclaims.
I walk over to her and look into her eyes.
“Are you okay with New York?”
“If you’re there, I’m there,” she smiles.
I wink, “I just have to make some flight arrangements. Why don’t you guys get ready, and we’ll grab some breakfast?”
Jenna nods, and I kiss her before heading out of the room with my phone. I call the pilot to see if we can fly out today. After I hang up the phone, I see Cory sitting in front of the TV, all ready to go.
“Where’s Mama?” I ask, thinking about how he says it in his adorable Southern accent.
“In the shower,” he answers, entranced by the cartoon that’s on.
“I’m going to pack,” I tell him.
“Okay, Daddy. I’ll be here waiting.” Cory smiles at me.
My heart melts. I never knew how much I wanted to be a father until that little boy called me “Daddy”.
I head into the bedroom to gather my things. As I hear Jenna singing in the shower, I smile to myself. Visions of Jenna soaping up her magnificent tits has me hard, but I know there is no time for fooling around. I will save the fantasy of taking her in the shower for another time.
Reminding myself that we don’t have to rush or hide is the weirdest part of all of this. Jenna and I have always had to hide our relationship in the past.
Now, we’re both adults who can decide what’s best for ourselves. I will make damn sure no one can take her away from me ever again.
I can’t wait to get her back to my New York penthouse and turn my bedroom into ours. The thought of having her in my arms every night comforts me more than anything else ever has.
Jenna and Cory will never need a thing from Martin Jones or from anyone else. It took me seven years, but my plan is finally complete.