Torn (26 page)

Not a dry eye in the house. And not a soul in
that room that she didn’t immediately have wrapped around her teeny
tiny pinkie.

At 12:38 p.m. on Wednesday April 22, we
welcomed our daughter, Lillian Elizabeth Davis-Coleman into the
world, weighing in at six pounds, fifteen ounces and twenty inches
long.

Chapter Thirty-three

Leila

The next several weeks flew by in a
whirlwind. We had a constant barrage of people in and out of the
house. Jaxon’s parents stayed with us for a few nights, then
returned to Greenville. Barb, Drew, Drake, Jane, several of the MC
brothers, Brody’s friends, and Drew’s friends all came over.

The night Lillian was born Jaxon told me that
he was out of the MC and was quitting his job. It caught me so off
guard I had to ask him to repeat himself. “Come again? You’re doing
what?” My mouth hung open.

“You heard me, I’m quitting DHS. No job or
revenge is worth losing you or Lilly. The thought of y’all being
hurt or even targeted because of my need for adrenaline is
unbearable.” He climbed into bed next to me. “Besides, V and I
always talked about starting up a security firm and bein’ our own
bosses. I talked it over with Drew and he’s game. Kai agreed
to come on board and he’s got years of experience, and even a few
loyal employees who will follow him over.”

“Wow, you’ve really got this all figured
out,” I said, stunned.

“It might be rough for a little while but I
think we can do this,” he said as I curled into his side.

“I’m really proud of you for taking this
leap. I know you can do this, baby.” I snuggled in tighter.

When Brody found out, he wanted in as a
silent partner. He claimed this change would benefit Lillian and he
wanted to support it. These two continued to surprise me at every
turn.

And get this shit: Brody stayed with us the
first few nights after Lilly and I were discharged. The first day
was tension-filled and awkward, but Jaxon and Brody actually seemed
to be getting along. All right, maybe getting along was a stretch,
but they were civil to each other, and occasionally nice.

Brody was over every day. He was
understanding and never pushed about taking her. Once she was three
weeks old, Jaxon and I packed a weekend bag or six and drove out to
Brody’s place. It was her first outing other than the doctor’s
appointments.

I thought Jane was bad with Ruger; she was
obsessed with Lillian. She doted on her as if she were her own
grandchild. She was probably the closest thing to a grandmother
that Lillian would have on Brody’s side. What she lacked for in
grandparents was more than made up for by the staggering number of
pseudo aunts and uncles.

Jaxon’s parents loved her as if she were
their biological granddaughter. They were such wonderful and loving
people. I was grateful for all of the help Ashley provided. She
came back down, courtesy of Brody, when Lil was five weeks old.
Ashley knew I needed a break since Jaxon had been working around
the clock on Viper Security, and Brody was in New York on
business.

When Lillian was six weeks old, Ashley helped
me plan a little overnight getaway with Jaxon. I had been pumping
extra for the last two weeks, since we started plotting. This way,
I would have plenty in reserve so I’d be able to have a couple of
drinks. Pump and dump.

My cell phone chirped, alerting me to a text
message from Jaxon.

Jax:
Hey babe. OMW b there
in 10. Need anything?

Me:
nope, just you baby! XOXO
:*

“Do you have everythin’ you need, honey?”
Ashley asked as she sat in the glider rocker in our bedroom.

“I think so. I’ve got the pump, storage bags,
clothes, cell phone chargers, and toothbrushes. I don’t think we
need anything else for an overnight.” I smiled as I watched her
cooing to Lil. “I’m going take these out and throw them in the
Escalade.”

“Okay, sweetie. We’ll be right here, won’t
we, my sweet Lilly girl?”

I packed the bags into our new, ridiculously
overpriced Cadillac Escalade that, according to Jaxon, we
needed
. It was safer than my car and his
truck. So the day before we were discharged from the hospital Jaxon
traded in his truck and got a family vehicle.

As I walked back inside, I heard a familiar
rumble. That sound sent electricity through my body and covered me
in goose bumps. It heated me in places that longed for his touch.
Six weeks was a really long time.

To be perfectly honest, I was nervous. I was
terrified it wouldn’t feel the same for him or me. I mean,
something the size of a small watermelon came out an opening the
size of a lime. But I was done waiting.

“Hey, babe,” Jax called from the back door.
He walked over to me in the kitchen, wrapped me up in a tight hug,
and kissed me breathless.

“Well, hello to you too, handsome,” I rasped
against his lips, while they weren’t devouring me like he was a
starving man. He shoved his hand under my arms and lifted me off
the floor and above his head.

“Jaxon, put me down. I’m too heavy for you to
do this. Save this for Lil,” I squealed.

“Shut it, Lei. You probably weigh less than
before you were pregnant,” he said as he slowly slid me down his
tight, powerful chest until we were nose to nose. His searing green
eyes captured me, seduced me, and entranced me.

“I can’t tell you how much I love catchin’
you two all loved up on each other,” Ashley admired from the
hallway with Lil in her arms.

“Mom?” Jax flicked back and forth between us
as Ashley approached. “What are you doin’ here? When’d ya get in?
Where’s Dad?”

She grinned. “Dad’s at home. Got here about
an hour ago and you’ll find out.” She turned to me. “She’s out like
a light.”

Looking down at my sweet sleeping angel, I
asked Ashley, “You have everything you need, our numbers, plenty of
bottles, and you’ll call if—”

“I’ve got this,” she chuckled.

“What? You’ve got what?” Jaxon looked to me.
“Are you goin’ somewhere I don’t know about?”

I gave him a rueful smile. “Yep…and I’ve got
this sexy-ass man taking me.” He caught on and grinned. “Kiss your
daughter good night then follow me.”

“Thanks, Ma,” he whispered as he bent to kiss
Lil’s forehead. “Sweet dreams, baby girl. Daddy loves you. Be good
for Mimi.”

“Go, have fun. I’ll see y’all later.” She
shooed us out the back door.

“Where are we going?” Jaxon asked as we got
into the Escalade.

“That’s for me to know, and for you to find
out. Just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

“Babe.” I got the look. “I need directions,
yeah?”

Thirty minutes later we pulled up to Wild
Dunes Resort on Isle of Palms and checked into our suite. Once we
were in the room, I excused myself to the bathroom and changed into
a new black corset, matching lace thong, and black silk
thigh-highs. Taking a moment to check myself in the mirror, I
caught sight of the scar that marred my forehead and temple.
Shaking it off, I remembered the important stuff: We were both
alive, well, and dying to scratch a big ol’ itch.

I stepped out of the bathroom in a pair of
black stilettos. My curls hung neatly down my corseted back.

“Wow… I, uh, um. Holy shit, babe. You’re
gonna make me come in my pants.” Jaxon crossed the room toward me
like a man on a mission. “Hope you aren’t too fond of anything
you’re wearin’, ’cause I can’t promise it’s makin’ it through the
night intact.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” I murmured.

His hands found me in the blink of an eye.
Lifting me up, he clutched me against him. I wrapped my legs around
his waist as he slammed his mouth over mine. My hands found
purchase in his messy blond locks.

His kiss was rough and intense. I could feel
his lust in every twirl and flick of his tongue. He walked us
backward toward the bed, until he fell on top of me.

“We can do foreplay and shit later. Right
now, I need to be buried in that sweet pussy, baby,” he rasped as
he bucked his hips into mine. His erection strained against his
faded blue jeans. He jumped up and ripped his shirt over his head,
followed by his pants being flung across the room. “Jesus, I feel
like a teenager. I can’t get my clothes off fast enough.”

I lay back, chewing my bottom lip. Even in
that lust-filled, hedonistic moment he paused to stare at me. I
took the moment to admire his Adonis-like body. His hand found his
rock-hard cock, gliding up and down the length.

“Baby, you are so fuckin’ gorgeous. God damn,
I love you.” Jaxon growled as he launched himself over me.

“Jaxon,” I whispered. “Be gentle.
Please.”

“I gotcha, baby. Don’t worry.”

He kissed and nipped his way from my knee to
my inner thigh before parting my legs and yanking off my thong. He
grinned up at me before running his tongue from my groin up through
my silky, wet folds. My whole body jerked in sheer bliss. As his
tongue found my engorged clit, he softly slid a finger into my
pussy. He flicked his tongue back and forth, swirling and circling
the distended nub until I came with a scream.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” he purred as he climbed
up the bed. He gripped his thick cock and rubbed it up and down my
swollen folds. Then slowly he pushed the head into my entrance.

“Oh God, Jaxon.” I threw my head back and
whimpered.

“You okay?”

“Yes. Don’t stop.” I wrapped my legs around
his waist, trying to pull him farther into me.

He eased the rest of the way in, little by
little. I was shockingly tight. “Fuck, babe, I’m not gonna make it
long.”

He pulled halfway back and thrust back in on
a deep groan. Once he was sure he wasn’t hurting me, he let go and
started driving into me. His calloused fingers pulled the corset
down, freed my breasts, and tweaked my nipples just the way he knew
I loved.

“Oh god, Jaxon. Don’t stop, harder. I need
more.”

He slammed into my pussy, over and over
again. I could feel his body tensing, trying to remain in control.
I knew he was close, but was waiting for me.

“Lean back a little,” I demanded and he
complied, sitting back on his heels but still fucking me
mercilessly. He pushed my thighs back, giving himself a perfect
view of his rigid length buried balls-deep in my sex.

As if he could read my mind, his eyes
tightened. “That’s right, baby. Rub your clit for me. Let me watch.
Make yourself come all over my dick.”

I skimmed my hands over my breasts, pinching
and tugging at my pebbled nipples. Then skated one slowly down my
flat stomach to my pussy. My fingers swirled around my aching,
needy clit until my muscles contracted and constricted around
Jaxon.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming, Jaxon. Fuck.”

Unrelenting, his thrusts became even faster
until he found his release. I could feel him pulsating and jerking
inside me as he came with a low, deep roar of my name. He collapsed
onto me and buried his face in my disheveled curls. “Fuck me
runnin’, that was unbelievable.”

I giggled as he rolled off me and walked to
the bathroom. He returned with a warm, wet washcloth and carefully
cleaned me up.

“You feel okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He
threw the washcloth on the nightstand, got into bed and pulled the
sheets around us.

“I’m okay. Relieved actually,” I said as he
looked on, confused. “I might’ve been a little scared.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged, feeling slightly
self-conscious. “Maybe that it wouldn’t be the same for you. Was
it? Okay, I mean?”

“Babe.” He cocked his head and gave that
look. “Why didn’t you say somethin’?”

I shrugged.

“Not sure it’s possible, but it might’ve been
better than before.” He pulled me to his chest. “I love you, Leila.
It’s always gonna be like that for me with you. There will never be
a time I don’t want you. There’ll never be a time when I’m not
madly in love with you. You. Are. Mine.”

“I love you too, Jax. So much more than I
ever thought possible.”

“Now, let’s do somethin’ else we can’t do at
home anymore.”

“Please, tell me you’re thinking what I’m
thinking,” I prayed.

“Yeah, babe, let’s sleep.”

I thought I might have passed out before he
got to the P in sleep.

Chapter Thirty-four

Leila

Lillian was eight weeks old and last week I
hired a nanny, Sierra, to stay with her once I returned to work.
Jane offered to come to the house twice a week so we didn’t have a
stranger, as she put it, with Lil all of the time. Today was
Tuesday, Sierra’s second day. I would be working two twelve-hour
night shifts at the hospital. Jaxon was thrilled I decided to go
back part-time. Sierra would be here during the day while I slept.
I wanted to have one week of us being here together so Lillian and
Ruger would have a chance to get to know Sierra.

“You sure you’re okay with me goin’ in today?
I could stay home,” Jaxon said between cooing at the baby. “Help my
little princess here get used to her new nanny.”

“Nah, we’ll be okay, honey, promise. We all
had a great day yesterday. I think you might be looking for an
excuse to skip the meeting with Drew, Brody, and Kai.”

“Nope, not me.”

Jaxon had been working tirelessly on getting
everything in place for Viper Security. Kai and Drew had been
working on recruiting more people for protection detail and Brody
had even chipped in more than being a silent partner. He had a
friend who had a friend who was an information systems analyst. She
preferred that term to hacker. Previously she had free-lanced for
the NSA and FBI. Thankfully, they had Brody as a partner and could
afford to hire her outright.

By the way, I’m totally in
the wrong field. She makes a killing.