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I flush in response to his words, and decide to listen to him, moving up his body slowly. I position myself so his head is between my thighs and I’m hovering above his face.

“And if you can’t breathe?” I ask, still unsure since the first time we did this together.

“Then let me drown,” he growls.

He pulls my hips down onto him, his mouth finding the perfect spot immediately, and I dissolve into him as no part of me escapes his tongue.

His hands stay on my thighs, gently caressing my skin as he pulls me into him even more, devouring me as if he needs me to live. I sink down on him, letting him guide my body as I chase my own release, my body alight with desire, his tongue the only thing I can focus on.

He tilts his head up ever so slightly. “Now, be a good girl and come on my face.”

He dives back in and doesn’t come up for air. Not until I’m screaming his name, my orgasm pulling me under and into depths of pleasure I didn’t realize were possible.

He lays me down on the bed gently, as I try and catch my breath, my heart racing. Only a few seconds pass before he stands up, pulling me softly towards the bottom of the bed, so my legs are hanging off the edge. I look at him questioningly, wondering what exactly he has planned, wondering if I’m finally going to get to have all of him again.

His eyes dance with arousal as he drops to his knees in front of me, his fingers running idly over my now sensitive skin, as he inches closer to me.

“I would gladly spend my entire life on my knees for you if it meant I could bring you even a fraction of the pleasure you bring me simply by existing.”

I melt into his words and into his mouth, as his tongue sweeps over me, inside of me, until I’m once again calling out his name and clawing at the sheets.

Jax makes me shatter on his tongue over and over again, until I can barely summon a thought amidst the pleasure as it wracks through my body, exhausting me until I’m little more than a panting mess under his touch.

Finally, he crawls onto the bed, lying beside me as his hands roam my body. I can’t think of anything right now, can’t summon any words except his name on my lips, and can’t focus on anything except the sound of my own breathing, rapid and yet oddly peaceful.

“When I die, I better end up in a place that has you between my thighs,” I murmur against his chest, inhaling the smell of him.

He lets out a laugh, and between half-closed eyes I see the smile that forms on his lips as a type of satisfaction crosses his features.

I close my eyes fully, letting myself relax into him, and the last thing I remember is the sound of his breathing and the feel of his fingers moving in idle circles across my skin.

CHAPTER 21

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Two weeks later

Atense silencefills the room as the three of us eat dinner.

We almost caught both Tanner and Rhett, at least that’s what I’m told. I haven’t been privy to all the efforts going into finding them. Sure, I’ve offered my suggestions here and there, and both Jax and Ryan have told me bits and pieces of information, but I haven’t asked for all the details.

I think it’s time I know more though, time that I’m actually fully invested in finding them, in righting the wrongs that were done to me. And I know exactly what I want to happen to both of them… know exactly how I want to get revenge. Thinking about what will be done to them eventually, about how much they will suffer, is the only way I can keep the anger from boiling over inside of me, the only way I can force myself to move forward, going through the motions every day instead of sitting in my room, being eaten alive by everything I feel.

I look back to Jax and Ryan, still stewing over their meals and I can’t quite figure out why there’s a weird tensionbetweenthem, and what’s causing Ryan to stare so intently at his plate of food as Jax tries to act normal. But what he doesn’t realize is I can read him like a book, read every emotion that crosses his face, or doesn’t. I can tell he’s frustrated from the way his hand clenches around his fork and his jaw feathers slightly when Ryan looks up from his plate and their eyes meet. I can feel the angersimmering beneath the surface, beneath the way he’s trying to school his features to neutrality.

I place my fork down, looking between the two of them.

“What?”

They both look at me, neither of them speaking.

“What is going on tonight? You’re both… off. I don’t know what’s happened or what’s causing this weird vibe…” I rack my brain for any memory of an argument, anything that I could have said or done to cause any tension, trying to ignore the voice in my head as it tells me I could be the reason for the tension. That dealing with me, with my trauma, is what’s causing the dynamic of the house to be so off-kilter.

“Someone tell me what’s going on, please,” I ask, looking between them.

Jax is the first to speak, setting down his fork.

“It’s business stuff, love, nothing we can’t handle, we’ve just had a”—he pauses, looking at Ryan—“difference of opinions about how something should be handled.”

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