Page 5 of Love is Blind

“H-he told me to open my eyes and stare at the ceiling, but that’s when I smelt the bleach. When I didn’t comply at first, he started telling me everything he planned to do to Amber. I knew I would go through hell and die first before I let him hurt her, so I did what he said. He took the syringes and squeezed them into my eyes. I fought, but the damage was done. He beat me more after that and told the man to drive me into the city and dump me.” My thick arms tighten around Wren’s slight form. I want to wrap her in a cocoon, keep her hiding away and protected. I must have been squeezing too tight because she let out a squeak.

“Shit. I’m sorry, Princess. Fuck.” I go to lift her off my lap, afraid of hurting her right now with my anger at what she went through, but she wraps her arms around my waist.

“No. It’s okay. Just don’t let me go right now, please.” Sniffling, she lays her head against my chest.

“Never baby.” I tell her and mean it.

“Anyway, I was in and out of consciousness when the guy tossed me out somewhere like I was a piece of trash. Knowing I was going to die, I didn’t have the will to fight anymore, but then I thought of Amber. What he said he would do to her. Because I couldn’t trust that he would leave her alone thinking I was off dying in a ditch. I chose to fight. I started to scream; I must have screamed for hours. Or at least that’s what it felt like until a couple out walking their dog heard me. They called an ambulance, and I was taken to the hospital. They did what they could to save my eyes, but it was too late.” A tear slips free, and I wipe it away from her cheek. “The cops came, but I told them I didn’t know who I was or what happened. The doctors told them that after severe trauma, short-term memory loss can occur. There was a nice nurse who often came to check on me, and I told her I needed to get a call to someone. I told her I knew who attacked me, but he thought I was dead and that it needed to stay that way. I think she felt sorry for me or something, but she called Amber for me. Amber rushed to the hospital, and she explained to the nurse she was getting me out of town, and the nurse helped sneak me out. The rest is history. Amber helped me heal and get a part of my life back.” A small smile graces her sad face at the thought of her best friend. Maybe we can get her to visit Wren soon.

“That’s what happened. That’s how I know him, and I know he is dangerous.” I can hear the plea in her words. The “stay away from him, he could hurt one of you” kind of plea, but she has no idea the amount of blood we have on our hands. And I want to keep it that way.

“He won’t be a problem anymore, Wren. I can assure you of that. Once we find the pathetic little weasel, he’s a dead man.” I glare at Xander and his callous words. Does he not see Wren partially shaking in my arms?

Before Wren can reply or Xander can say anymore, I cut in. “Princess, why don’t we go upstairs, and we can lie down for a bit? I’m sure you’re exhausted and could use a nap.” Xander glares back at me, but I ignore him to focus on Wren.

“Ummm, yeah. I could use a nap, I think.” Gripping her body closer to mine, I stand with ease, eyeing my brothers with a look that says, find this piece of shit now. Both men nod as Xander heads for his office to do what he does best: hunt. While Mav heads to the liquid cabinet. I’m sure the asshole will have another few drinks before he can calm down enough not to murder anyone who crosses his path. Hopefully, the house staff knows the look when one of us is on a warpath.

Getting Wren upstairs is a breeze, with her being so light. She burrows into my chest, and something in there flips at the feeling. I hate I know how Wren lost her eyesight, but in a sick, twisted way, I’m glad she did. She can’t see me like everyone else does. Women and men alike run from the looks of me. My larger-than-life size and the scar that mars my face tend to add to my scary personality. So, it’s somewhat a blessing Wren can’t fear me from looking alone. Although I think her other senses are just as in tune, she knows we are dangerous. She can sense it like prey senses the predator in the room, but I think she is overlooking that small fault.

We reach her room in no time as I shoulder open the door and shut it behind us. Heading for the bed, I set her down before kicking off my shoes. “Is it okay if I get more comfortable?” She gives me a small nod, and I strip down to my boxers, then climb in bed behind her. Grabbing the blanket at the end of the bed and pulling it up and over us. I pull her closer to me by the waist, wanting her to feel secure and safe in my arms. Taking in a deep inhale of Wren’s scent, I ask, “How are you feeling, Princess?”

She shrugs her shoulders, but I stay quiet, wanting to give her time to process everything. “I feel numb about it. It’s been two years since I escaped him, and it almost cost me my life. For so long, I was so afraid of everything, every little sound. Honestly, I just recently started feeling safe, but I think that’s because of you three. Don’t get me wrong, I think you three are insane, and absolutely dangerous, but another part of me knows you also wouldn’t hurt me. That sounds dumb, huh?”

“Not at all, baby, but you’re right. I won’t lie to you. We are dangerous men. We’ve killed before and will again.” I feel her body shiver at that. “But I can promise you, not one of us would ever hurt you or allow you to be hurt.”

“Jax?” She raises the head that has been buried in my chest.

“Yes?” I ask.

She chews on her inner cheek before closing her eyes. “Can you make me forget?” I suck in a breath at her question. She doesn’t mean…does she? Her hand comes up and cups my face, right over my nasty scar. “Please. I need you. I need to forget. Replace today with something better.” Who the fuck would deny Wren of anything, not me? Without warning, I dive, capturing her lips with mine and tasting her natural sweetness. I shift us so that Wren is laying on her back and start making my way down her body as I lift the shirt she’s wearing up and over her head. Her creamy skin on full display, I make my way over to her rosy, pink peaked nipple and suck on it. Wren arches her chest further into my mouth as a soft, needy moan escapes her lips and her hands come up to tangle in my short hair. I continue on down her smooth body, nipping at her skin as I make my way further towards her core. I’m not disappointed when I reach the apex of her thighs. She’s warm and wet and already so needy. Wasting no time with teasing me or her, I throw open her legs and shove my head in between, inhaling her essence and drinking in her juices as I lick up her center. She’s sweet and my all-time favorite meal. I eat my meal like a man starved, reaching up and twerking her nipples as I go. “Jax. I need more. Please.” Fuckkk. Wren saying my name, begging for me, does something to the beast inside of me.

Jumping up, I’m out of my boxers and lining myself up faster than I’ve ever moved in my life. “Wren, baby, I’m going to make you forget, but I’m also going to make sure you remember you’re mine.” I don’t waste time with any more words. I plan to show her as I slam myself into her. She lets out a hiss of breath at my size, and I give her a second to adjust, leaning in to kiss her lips. “I love you, Wren.” There’s a hitch in her breath at my words, but I start to move. Sliding in and out as her cunt tries to strangle me as much as it can. It’s the best feeling in the world as I fuck my woman into two back-to-back orgasms. I can feel myself getting close as well when Wren wraps her legs around my waist and lifts her hips, causing me to enter her at a new angle and fuck me sideways. My balls draw up as that well-known tingle grows at the base of my spine. “Shit, Wren, you feel so good, baby.”

“Jax….” Her moan of my name is a husky purr I want to hear on repeat for the rest of my life.

“Yes, baby…...” I ask as I pump faster, chasing that feeling of bliss. I know only this woman can give me.

“Jax… I- I love you too.” That’s all it took for me to slam home, jet after jet of my seed filling her hot core as her pussy milks me for everything I have.

“Say it again.” I demand, feeling beyond cloud nine.

“I think I love you too.” This woman has no idea the beast she just chained to her by saying those words to me.

Chapter five

MAVERICK

I’mpacingthefarside of our home office, debating if I should pour myself another drink. I’ve already had four, but I’m not numb enough. My blood is already burning with anger and probably doesn’t need any more fuel to the flame, but I decide. Fuck it. The whole fucking world can burn for all I care after what happened to Wren. My angel. The more she told us,us the more I wanted to run out of the room, hunt that fucker down and skin him alive. I plan to do precisely that once Jax comes back down from tucking in our girl.

An earlier moment in the shower flashes in my mind. The way her head was thrown back as I fucked her in the shower. Water racing down her body, tracing the juicy curves she often tries to hide. She looked so relaxed and like she wasn’t having a horrible morning, waking up in a cold sweat from another nightmare. We all knew she had them, but never knew what they were about. It makes sense now. The things she told us she went through could break a full-grown man, but Wren fought. Her heart is too big for her chest because even after all that, all the years of abuse and torture, she still fights for the people she cares about. I saw it on her face when she finished her story and told us she knows he is dangerous.

I’m sort of glad she is blind, or else she would see us for the wolves in sheep’s clothing that we are. She would have run so far and so fast if she knew what was good for her, but it wouldn’t be enough. Not after we’ve had her. We are the worst kind of monsters, but Wren will hopefully never see that side of us. I know I was an asshole in the beginning, but women are snakes, vipers that, when they finally strike, dig their fangs in to drain you of everything they can. But Wren, I doubt that woman has a mean bone in her body.

I’m at the liquor cabinet, while Xander is on the phone with one of our tech guys demanding answers, when Jax comes strutting into the room. His entire aura screams. I just fucked the life out of that woman. Look at me now. The bastard is basically on cloud nine as he heads over to me, grabs the drink I just poured and downs it before throwing me a smug look and heading to take a seat at the desk. I follow suit with a fresh drink in hand and take the seat next to him. Xander looks up and glares in our direction before returning to his call.

Glancing at the big bastard next to me, I ask. “What’s got you in such a good mood? Did you forget what happened to her and who did it already?” The smile drops from his face as he sneers at me. I know I’m being an ass and drinking is only going to make it worse, but I can’t get the image of Wren lying somewhere in a ditch, battered, and bruised and left for dead. Relishing the pain, I down the whiskey in my hand, feeling it burn my throat. I need the pain right now, to forget what a dick wad I was to her before.

Ignoring my assholeish questions, he shakes his head with disgust. The Jaxon I know returning. “Do you really think drinking right now is such a good idea?” I shrug, but before I can reply with something probably stupid and sarcastic, Xander slams his fist on his desk, causing everything to rattle.

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