Jax pulled her closer to him. He peeled off her bra letting it slip down her arms. Her tits exposed, his hungry eyes devoured them. Bringing his mouth to her tingling nipples, he took each into his mouth twisting and tugging them lightly between his teeth. Brooke felt a jolt of electricity shoot between her legs tickling her clit making her drip with anticipation. She yanked Jax’s t-shirt up revealing his chiseled abs. Her finger traced over his well-defined muscles revealing his masculine perfection. She adored Jax more than she’d ever wanted to.

Jax was the bad boy she’d always vowed to stay away from and now here she was engaged to him. She was going to be Mrs. Jax Paulson.

In a flash, Jax thrust her to the floor. He ripped her panties off savagely tossing them to the side. His fingers crudely rubbed her getting his hand slick with her wetness. He fisted his cock with her juices before plunging deep inside her. Brooke cried out as he pumped his hips while holding her churning himself deep inside her. He filled her in every way possible. Her full breasts bounced with force of his thrusts. Letting herself fall forward, she buried her face in her arms. Her pussy began to clench as she felt herself coming.

“Jax!”

“Me too,” he growled as he jerked inside her.

As he pulled out, Brooke whirled around to look at him. A single white drop of come was glistening on the tip of his cock like a pearl. She bent her head to capture it with her tongue. Jax beamed at her.

“My little princess. Always hungry.”

She grinned as he scooped up their clothes. As they dressed, Brooke suddenly remembered she hadn’t been taking her pills. With everything that had happened, she had lost track. Shrugging, she finished dressing and didn’t say anything. Surely, one time wouldn’t hurt, would it?

* * *

Brooke was anxiously counting the days until their wedding set for July 5. Her dress was a Vera Wang off white mermaid style with a sweetheart neckline smothered in crystals. She adored it. She could hardly wait to see Jax’s face when he saw her in it.

As she poured herself a cup of coffee, she wondered how long Jax would be gone. He’d set off to go hunting early this morning. Shrugging, imagining he would certainly be home soon, she went back to her wedding planning.

* * *

His breath coming hard and fast Jax’s feet pounded against the dirt as he ran through the woods. He longed to close his eyes, to forget the agonizing look in her eyes.

Stopping to lean against a tree, he ground his fists into his eyes trying to forget the terrifying scene he’d just stumbled upon.

A young woman was lying on the wet, cold ground. As he drew closer to her, he turned her over slightly to see her head caved in. Dried, black blood matted her brown hair to her scalp, her fingers curled towards the heavens as if she were making her last futile grasp at life.

I won’t scream, I won’t scream, he told himself as he stared at the body before him. His eyes couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Even the body was badly decomposed, he could tell the woman had been young and once quite beautiful. She was completely nude and her legs had been pushed open. A branch had been shoved inside her.

Jax clasped his hand to his mouth and backed away as his desire to vomit overtook him. Retching violently, he vomited into the brush.

Who was she?

Who had done this to her?

And most importantly, why?

Dropping his rifle, Jax gazed all around him. The forest was eerily quiet. It was late afternoon and the sun would set soon.

Jax’s heart thundered in his chest. His breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t breathe. The cold air pummeled him in the face as he attempted to take a deep breath. The sun was quickly disappearing giving way to the dark of night. Shivering despite his thick wool coat, Jax ordered his feet to move forward.

He had to get away.

Shuffling through the dead leaves, he put as much distance between himself and the woman’s body as possible. Finally, he was able to break out into a run. Dead branches snapped beneath his feet as he raced through the woods back toward his house. Icy cold winds whipped his coat back making running difficult. Snow was beginning to fall as driving Jax’s desperation to make it home.

The gleaming light from the deck was the most welcome sight Jax had ever seen. Pounding up the driveway, Jax threw open the door.

“What the hell is going on?” Brooke whirled around as he raced past her into the bathroom.

He ripped off his coat then the rest of his clothes. Turning on the shower, he quickly scrubbed himself. He rubbed his eyes as hard as he could. He wanted to erase the vision of the woman’s body from his mind.

But he couldn’t.

“Jax? Are you okay?” Brooke opened the bathroom door as he stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, he dried himself.

“No,” he whispered.

Brooke felt alarmed as she noticed how pale he was. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“What happened?”

Jax shook his head as he moved past her into the bedroom. Opening a drawer, he pulled a t-shirt and sweatpants on. Sinking onto the bed, he stared blankly at the wall.

Brooke stepped towards him placing her hand on his shoulder.

“What is it?”

Jax blinked several times. He didn’t think he could get the words out.

“A woman….in the woods….she’s---“

“—what?”

“Dead.” The bitter taste of bile erupted in his throat again. He swallowed hard.

“Who’s dead? Jax, what are you talking about?”

“I was out hunting. In the woods about a half mile from here. There was a woman’s body. Oh God, she was nude…dead. Someone killed her.”

“What? That’s crazy! Are you sure?”

He nodded.

Brooke’s mouth went dry. She grabbed her phone and held it out to him.

“Call the police. Now.”