The Reaper Prince

Chapter Eleven

  We had all went through an emotional rollercoaster having to lay both Wendy and Donna to rest within a week of each other. Opie took it the worst, who could blame him? He started blaming himself for the murder of his wife, wishing he could take her place. We all understood that he wasn't in the right state of mind for his kids. Opie had fully immersed himself into the club, into his role as 'The Enforcer' and he did it well. I told him that my house was open for his kids as long as needed. I didn't know Opie very well but I did know that he was Jax's best friend. Every morning Jax drops Abel off at my house now, I kind of miss seeing him but he's been busy with club stuff. Ellie and Kenny were both very well behaved children, of course they missed their parents but I tried my best to keep their minds off of it. It had been a couple weeks with very little contact from Jax, and I was losing hope. Until one day when Opie's mother picked up the kids and Gemma picked up Abel leaving me alone in my house once more. I had cleaned the entire house and took a shower, walking around the house in one of Jax's tee shirts and some panties. Randomly exploring helped me find a secret staircase underneath my kitchen island. The metal spiral staircase led into what should be a wine cellar but had been converted into a studio apartment. Even though it was small it had everything to survive for a month. What kind of family built this?

     When I walked up the spiral staircase I found Jax sitting at the kitchen table, smoking a cigarette. I didn't speak as I pushed the island back over the staircase and locked it in place. "How are you doing doll?" He asked as I took the seat across from him, grabbing the cigarette out of his hand and taking a drag before answering. "Good, been a while since I had the house to myself. But I'm not complaining." I put the cigarette out before rolling up a joint. "How have you been?" He just shook his head, not making eye contact. I had just lit the joint when I stood up and went to sit on his lap. After wrapping his arms around me he took the joint from my mouth and kissed me like it was the first time. I could taste the whiskey on his lips but his skin smelt of fire and motor oil.  When his hand slide up between my bare legs, I could feel him grow with excitement. God I missed this...so much. His fingers naturally slid my panties to one side, helping his thumb reach my clit. As he started massaging faster and faster, my body inadvertently began to squirm but he pinned me in his lap. Not letting me move a single inch, and he loved every second of it as the smile never left his face. "Plea..please. I.. I need you." He had brought me to the edge of climax as he stood from his chair and laid me on the kitchen table before burrying his face between my legs. Devouring me before finally giving me what I had been craving since our last encounter in this kitchen.

     After hours in the kitchen we found ourselves in the living room with a bottle of whiskey. "Where were you the night Abel came home?" He had asked the question I was afraid to answer. I took a shot and sat the glass onto the table "It was safer for everyone for me to just stay here." I could tell he was lost. I grabbed the photo I had received that day from a nearby table drawer and handed it to him. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked as he stared at the photo of me standing in front of his house. I then handed him the letter, he took it a read it silently to himself before looking at me with a look of sadness. Oh no. He probably hates me now. "I figured that if I..stay away that everyone would be safe. I understand if you hate me now." He stood to his feet so quickly it startled me and wrapped me in his arms. "Max, I could never hate you. I love you."