The Reaper Prince: Revenge

Chapter Four

After watching the heart warming reunion between Tig and Dawn, I couldn't help but feel that natural pull to Jax. He was with the rest of the club in the clubhouse, when I walked in all the woman and children related to the club was present. I made my way through the thick crowd of people, almost touching the door handle I was interrupted by Gemma.

"Max!" Her voice was distinct and melodic. Gemma had Abel, who was happier than ever, on her hip. As soon as he was close he reached out for me. "How could I ever deny that face?" I stated with a smile before taking him into my arms, where he stayed until he succumbed to his exhaustion. It had gotten late and everyone was either heading to a room or out to the lot for the bare knuckle boxing match when I headed for Jax's room he kept at the clubhouse. I laid him in the bed and surrounded him with pillows for security. Abel was deep in sleep as my fingers began to slip from his tiny grip, grabbing them at the last second and placing the palm of my hand against his little cheek. "Mmm..mama." He gently whispered in his sleep before releasing my hand and with that one perfect moment, I closed the door.

I could hear the cheering from across the lot. A bunch of men drinking and betting on who will win the fight of the month. "Max!" A drunk Chibs hollered with his arms way above his head. "How's the lad?" He asked as he threw an arm around my shoulders, slowly guiding me away from the boxing ring. "He's sleeping." I replied as I quickly turned back to the ring. It was the begining of the final match, Jax against Half-Sack. I knew he was going to have a good fight the against the soldier but I never once doubted he would win. Round after round I watched Jax intently, my eyes never leaving the shirtless V.P. as he would dish a blow then dodge. The sweat began to coat his muscular frame, not only making his tattoos stand out but his natural tan as well. Right after he delivered the final hit, his eyes immediately locked onto my own. My gaze only wandered to glance at his toned chest right and fall as he attempted to catch his breath. Then, that damn smile.

I returned to the clubhouse to lay with Abel as Jackson went to celebrate with the club, or so I had thought. I was nearly asleep when I heard the door creep open and quietly close. I could smell the whiskey on his clothes when he walked past the bed, entering the bathroom. He closed the door most of the way, leaving just enough light to shine onto the foot of the bed. When I heard the shower faucet being turned on, I couldn't contain myself. After lightly kissing Abel on the head, I slipped out of my clothing. Leaving my pregnant body exposed was almost enough to ditch the whole plan, until I glanced at the slightly open bathroom door. There stood Jax, completely naked and fully aroused as he continued to look me over. Nervously, I looked away and when I turned back to face him, his hand lightly drifted down his torso before wrapping around his erect member. I could feel the blood rushing from my face, pulsing through my body and settling between my thighs.

He slowly began to stroke to his full length, his eyes never leaving mine as I inched my way closer to him. The closer I got to him the faster he would stroke, all his muscles tense while his veins started peaking out from beneath his skin. Once I reached the tiled floor of the bathroom I got onto my knees, keeping the eye contact he craved. Crawling on my hands and knees, closer and closer until I was eye level with his rapidly stroking hand. Neither one of us spoke a word as I gently wrapped my hand around the base of his member before slowly tightening my grip. He growled with pleasure as I slide my grip down his entire length, moisture glistening on the tip begging for me to taste it. Licking my lips I lightly trail my lips across that hot moisture, letting the tip graze my tongue occasionally.