Dark Destiny (Dark Brothers Book #4) (13 page)

“I’ll fight,” he rasps. “I will give you back all the fight you gave me. I won’t ever let you go, Willow baby.”

I cup his face, searching it for the truth and I can see it there. I can see everything in his expression. He wants to fight for us. He wants to show me he’s sorry.

“Ok,” I say, softly. “Ok, Jagger.”

“We should get off this road,” he says, giving me that gorgeous half grin.

“Yeah,” I giggle softly. “We should.”

CHAPTER 8

WILLOW

When we get back to the house, we’re both greeted as soon as we walk in the door, by a very excited Cody. Jagger smiles, lifting his son into his arms and holding him close, pressing a kiss to his soft hair. I give a weak smile, and walk into the kitchen. Ace, Jenny, Ava and Angel are all standing around Leila, talking amongst themselves. When they notice me, Ava comes running over and pulls me into her arms. I let some tears leak from my eyes as I hold her, grateful to be standing here. Jenny comes up behind me and wraps her arms around me from there, and we all just hold each other for long, long moments. When I pull back, I am hurled into a pair of hard arms, and I realize now Ace has hold of me.

“Fuckin’ scared me kid,” he murmurs into my hair.

“God Willow, we were so terrified,” Jenny breathes.

“Don’t you ever do that to us again,” Ava says, then pulls me from Ace’s arms and hugs me again.

When I am finally done with the hugs, I reach down and pull my baby girl up and into my grips. I breathe in her hair, kiss her soft cheeks and take a moment to be thankful for my children. Jagger comes up behind me, wrapping his big arms around my body and pressing his face into my neck. I can feel Cody tugging on my hair, so assume he’s still in Jagger’s arms. For a long while, we stand there, as a family, just appreciating what we’ve got and what we almost didn’t have. When we all pull apart, I turn to the group of people so happy to see me ok. It’s heartwarming. It’s comforting . It’s Home.

“Where’s Bull, Rusty and Summer?” I ask.

“Rusty is downstairs. Bull and Summer went out,” Ace informs me.

I raise my brows. “Oh?”

“Long story, you girl, need a shower.”

I give him a weak smile. “You know, that’s a good idea, I might just do that.”

I kiss Leila’s cheeks some more, then I swap with Jagger and take Cody into my arms, kissing and tickling him until he’s giggling. I relish in the happy sound.

“I’ll put them to bed, then I’ll come and see you, ok?” Jagger says to me, his eyes firmly locked on mine.

I hand Cody over, and nod. “Ok.”

He walks off down the hall, balancing the two kids on his hips and making them both giggle as he pulls silly faces. I watch him go, then I turn and walk into my room, forgetting to excuse myself from the group. I should feel bad about that, but my mind is hazy still. I haven’t accepted what’s happened yet. When I get into my room, I flop onto the bed and wrap my arms around myself. A second later, a soft knock at my door indicates I already have a worried friend. I guess I should have just pulled on a happy face and made out that I was ok.

“Come in,” I say softly.

Ace steps through the door, tilting his head to the side and giving me a warm smile. He walks over, sitting on the bed beside me.

“So, we all said don’t scare us like that again and how worried we were, but none of us asked if you were ok?”

I look over at him, and my bottom lip wobbles.

“Aw, come here kid.”

He pulls me into his arms and I grip his shirt, letting the hot tears slide down my cheeks. He stokes my hair, soothing me as I sob.

“I was so afraid Ace, I thought it was over for me.”

“We would’ve never let him kill you. I would’ve put my life on the line before we let him hurt you, Willow.”

“I know, but, it was so close and…”

“I know, I’ve been there before kid, I know how fucking scary it is.”

“Thank you, Ace. For everything today.”

“Hey, I would have your back no matter what.”

I nod, and he pulls me in closer. A moment later, Jagger walks in the room. He gives Ace a grateful smile and stands at the door, leaning on it and watching us. Ace turns towards me, grips my face and plants a hard kiss to my head. When he pulls back, he searches my gaze before saying, “We always got your back, you got me?”

“I got you,” I whisper.

He smiles at me, then stands, walking over to Jagger. They hug, man style and pull apart.

“Good to have you back boss,” Ace says.

“Thanks bud.”

“Take care of that girl.”

“You know it.”

When Ace is gone, Jagger walks in and closes the door behind him. He comes over to me, then drops to his knees and kneels in front of me, gripping my face.

“You feelin’ ok baby?”

I shrug. “I’m…getting there.”

“Big day, lots of shocks. It’ll get better.”

“Jagger?” I whisper, searching his face.

“Yeah baby?”

“Is this for real?”

“Babe, yeah, it’s for real.”

“You aren’t going to wake up tomorrow, when things settle, and realize it was just heat of the moment?”

“Look at me, Willow Black. Right in my eyes.”

I look into those blue depths. Just like he asked.

“You nearly dying out there today, it fuckin’ jerked somethin’ deep inside me. You know when it started though? When I really started feeling that pull towards you again? It was when you told me to hurt you. You got right up in my face, daring me to hurt you and in that moment, I honestly thought I could, but you didn’t. You believed I wouldn’t do it, you knew somewhere in your soul that I could never hurt you and you were right, I couldn’t do it. It was in that moment things started changing for me. The last week has been up and down, Summer has helped me deal and I’m grateful to her for that, but you, Willow, you are the reason I’m here and I’m fighting. It’s all you.”

I am crying again, friggin’ emotions. Jagger swipes the tears from my eyes and stands, pulling me with him. He leads me into the shower, and gently pulls my clothes off. When I’m naked before him, he sucks in a breath and watches me, letting his eyes slowly travel over my body before stopping at my hungry mouth. He focuses on that, sliding his tongue out to lick his lower lip. Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight. He grips his shirt, pulling it over his head, then he makes light work of his jeans. When we’re both naked, he presses his body against mine, claiming my mouth in a kiss so hot, I struggle to breathe through it.

He pushes my body into the shower and turns it on, letting the warm water wash over both of us. His fingers tangle into my hair as his mouth claims mine even harder. I whimper and lift my leg, wrapping it around his waist. After a swift hop, I have both wrapped around and my back is pressed against the cold shower wall. Jagger’s lips slide from my mouth, down my jaw and over my neck. I buck my hips, wanting him inside me, wanting to feel him, but he moves so damned slowly. His fingers pinch into my ass as he rocks my clit against his hard cock, rubbing it up and down, up and down.

“Jagger,” I cry out, tangling my fingers into his hair. “Please don’t play with me.”

“Feel me baby, all of me.”

He thrusts his hips, causing my clit to clench painfully. I tilt my hips, trying to create friction so I can come, I just need to come. Jagger’s throaty growl as he rubs me up and down his cock, is so erotic is has goosebumps breaking out all over my body.

“Fuck me Jagger, please,” I beg.

“Make love, that’s what I want,” he says gruffly.

“Then please, just do it.”

He runs the back of his hand down the side of my face, gently, affectionately. Then, he lifts my hips and begins lowering me onto his cock. I gasp as I slide down his length, slowly, almost painfully. He buries his head into my neck and bites down gently, as he begins a gentle thrusting, burying himself as deeply inside me as he possibly can. I hear his soft, muffled moans in my ear and it’s all I can do not to shudder with the warmth that spreads through me. He’s making love to me, the way his hips are rocking slowly, the way his lips keep brushing against my lips. It’s all so gentle, so passionate.

“Baby,” I murmur.

“God, say that again,” he rasps, digging his fingers into my ass.

“Baby.”

He growls and his hips work faster. The warm water trails down my chest and over my belly, until it hits my pussy and the warmth sparks everything to life. I whimper as my release begins rising higher. Jagger is thrusting harder now, his hips slapping against mine as he brings me closer to the edge, his pained cries are the only thing stopping me going over. He sounds like it’s bothering him, like he can’t get to where he wants to go. Being gentle and sweet, is clearly affecting him. I reach up, tangling my fingers in his hair, my pussy is swollen and throbbing, and I really don’t want him to stop, but I know something is not right.

“Hey,” I say softly. “It’s ok.”

“Can’t,” he growls into my shoulder. “Can’t.”

He drops me and his cock slips out of me. Gasping, I let my body fall against the wall and slump there as I try to gather myself and forget the aching between my legs. Jagger turns, storming out of the shower. He grips a towel on his way out and when he’s gone, I wait a moment before following. I have just wrapped the towel around me when I hear the smashing sounds coming from my room. Rushing out, I see Jagger has smashed the lamp by my bed. I run over, gripping his shoulders just before he launches my alarm clock. He spins around, panting, fully naked and still aroused.

“Why can’t I fuckin’ come? Why can’t I do it when it’s nice, why?”

I grip his face, forcing him to look at me. “Hey, it’s just too soon. It’s ok.”

“I’m fucked up. I’ll never get through this, Willow.”

“You will, honey, you’re thinking too much about this. You’re not letting yourself feel.”

He drops his forehead to mine and whispers, “I can’t, I can’t stop it.”

“You just need time…”

“I can’t even make love to my own fuckin’ wife!” he barks, clenching his fists.

“Hey,” I say, gently stroking his chest. “Just calm down, let me help you, stop thinking.”

“Can’t, so fuckin’ frustrated.”

“Shhhh,” I whisper, reaching down between us and wrapping my hand around his cock.

He makes a strangled sound, but he doesn’t move his forehead from mine.

“It’s ok, let me help you. Stop thinking so much, you’re thinking and it’s affecting you. Just don’t think.”

I begin stroking, and his chest begins heaving as my hand moves firmly, but slowly over his cock. I tweak his piercings and he makes a ragged sound deep in his chest.

“Come for me baby,” I say.

“God,” he rasps.

I stroke harder, faster, and his whole body becomes tense. He reaches out, finding the wall behind me and he pushes me into it. He puts his hands up either side of my head, but our faces remain close, foreheads pressed together. I squeeze his cock, and he jerks. I use my other hand to find his balls, and I cup them in my hand, gently rolling while my other hand works his length. He makes another strangled sound.

“Shhh, baby, shhh. Let it go,” I soothe.

“Willow,” he rasps.

“Let me have this, Jagger.”

“God,” he groans, his entire body clenching.

“Come,” I order in a firmer voice. “Now, Jagger.”

He does, I feel the first hot spurt hit my hand. The next one reaches my belly. Jagger’s strangled, pleasured cry fills my ears as I gently stroke every last drop from the tip. When his body slumps slightly, I tilt my head forward and press my lips to his.

“So much for the shower,” he murmurs.

“Don’t worry too much about it, I don’t mind.”

He snorts a laugh. “That’s one charming line, baby.”

I peck him softly, then pull back and walk into the bathroom to wash myself off. When I come out, I see Jagger sitting on my bed, jeans on, staring at the door. I walk over, crawling onto the bed and across until I reach him. I press a kiss to his shoulder, and he shivers.

“Regrets?” I murmur against his hot, fucking great smelling, skin.

“No baby,” he says, more to the door than to me.

“What’s on your mind?”

He turns, meeting my gaze. “You really wanna know?”

I give him a ‘ are you seriously asking that’ look.

“Really Jagger, we’re going there?”

He gives me a half smile, then nods at the bed. “Mind if I get in?”

“Is Y a crooked letter?”

He laughs. “I guess that’s a yes.”

“It’s most certainly, a yes.”

He pulls back the covers, and slides in. He taps his shoulder, and I slide in next to him. I shuffle closer and rest my head on his shoulder. He grips my hand, tangling his fingers through mine and for a long moment, we just lay like that, entwined with each other, feeling each other, breathing each other. When he begins to talk, it’s soft at first, and I wonder if he truly wants me to hear it. I listen anyway, because sometimes that’s all a person needs, is to know someone’s listening, even if they don’t hear what’s being said.