Page 88 of Jax & Knox

"That's my girl," I say, pride and possession flooding through me. "You're gonna take us both so perfectly."

I work her for a few more minutes, adding more lube, making sure she's ready, until she's rocking back against my hand and moaning around Jax's cock.

"I think she's ready for more," Jax says, his voice strained.

I pull my fingers out slowly and wipe them clean.

"Not tonight," I remind her, pressing a kiss to her lower back. "But soon. Real soon."

Jax moves into position, sliding into her

"My turn," he says, grinning.

I watch as he fucks her, my hand stroking her hair, my lips on her neck.

"You're so good for us," I murmur. "Taking everything we give you. Such a perfect little breeding slut."

She whimpers, her hands gripping Jax's shoulders.

"You want his cum too, baby?" I ask.

"Yes," she gasps. "Yes, please⁠⁠—"

Jax groans and comes inside her, his body shuddering.

When he pulls out, we both collapse beside her, our hands still on her, our breathing ragged.

After a few minutes, I get up and grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom.

I clean her gently, carefully, my touch tender now.

"You okay?" I ask softly.

She nods, her eyes half-closed. "Yeah. I'm good."

I press a kiss to the mark I left on her thigh. "You're perfect."

Jax pulls her against his chest, and I curl up behind her, my arm draped over both of them.

"You completed us," I tell her quietly. "You and Owen. You gave us something we didn't even know we needed."

She turns her head to look at me, her eyes shining. "You saved me."

"No, baby," I say, brushing her hair back. "You saved us."

And I mean it. Before her, we were lost, and now, we're home.

FIFTEEN

AINSLEY

My hands won't stop shaking.

I press them flat against my thighs, trying to still the tremor, but it doesn't work. My palms are damp with sweat, and my heart is hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat. I stare out the window at the passing trees, trying to focus on anything other than the rising panic clawing its way up my chest.

What if they hate me?

The thought loops through my mind on repeat, relentless and vicious. What if they take one look at me and see exactly what I am, a broken, used-up single mom who's brought nothing but danger and chaos into their sons' lives?