Obsidian (Sequel to Alien) Jason McCann Love Story

Chapter 22

Juliet's POV

"Jay! I want up!" I cry, holding my arms up and making grabby hands. He smiles and leans down to my level, hands on his knees. "You want up?" He asks in a questioning baby voice, tilting his head cutely yet mockingly. I nod pouting, wrapping my arms around his neck for emphasis. He laughs wrapping his arms under my butt and picking me up. He then settles me on his hip so he could continue making his coffee and pie, the pie I made yesterday.

I purr at his touch and closeness, nuzzling my head in his neck and inhaling his perfect scent. "Do you want some hot tea, babygirl?" Jason asks sweetly. I nod in his neck and place a tiny kiss in the crook of it. He turns his head and kisses my forehead in response. "Two sugars please." I whisper. He nods. "I've been making your tea for 10 years now, sweetheart. I know how to make it with my eyes closed and hands tied behind my back. 3/4 full of Earl Grey tea, 1/4 milk so it's not too hot for your little tongue, and two sugars." He teases and I giggle.

Since yesterday, we had been practically attached at the hip. He always had to know where I was and if I was near, he had to be constantly touching me. I was the exact same. We had always been that way but since we had gotten closer sexually and closer to becoming full true mates, our love and addiction to each other has increased ten-fold. Our inner mate bond and instincts wanted us to consummate our love even more now that we had gotten a little taste of what it was like. Alien's instincts are to love and be loved, even Absidians, the bad jackass race. (Excuse my French...) Under all that harsh, mean, and rude exterior, they want to have mates and love as well.

After finishing making our drinks and our snacks, he walks over to the table, sits me down in my seat, kisses my head, and places my food in front of me. "Ooh almost forgot." he says, snapping his fingers and walking back into the kitchen. I can't help but watch his cute little butt bounce and move as he walks. "Quit watching my ass, you little naughty girl." Jason scolds, not even turning around but I know he's smirking. I blush and sip at my nice hot tea.

He soon walks back in with a plate full of chocolate graham crackers with nutella smeared on them, our guilty pleasure that we share. I squeal, grabbing one and taking a bite. Jason chuckles, wiping my chin with his thumb and then licks his finger. "You never fail to get nutella all over you." He laughs, digging into his blueberry pie I made him. It was his favorite. I blush as he moans at the taste of the pie. "So good." He sighs in pie heaven, leaning over and pecking my lips. When he pulls away, I can help but lick my lips, basking in his natural taste mixed with sugar and blueberries.

"So I was thinking we cou-" Jason is interrupted by Tyler and Caleb run in. "Boss, we got a problem." Caleb pants from running, a weird look in his eyes and Jason appears to understand perfectly. I look over to see his eyes black and his jaw clenched. He stands and walks out of the room and I hurry to follow. Tyler and Caleb lead us all the way up to "The Business Room". I think you understand what it is.

"-the fuck you mean you can't give me no more drugs?" A frail weak man who looked like he did cocaine and meth for breakfast, lunch, and dinner being held down by Jordan and Nathan is the first thing I see and hear as we walk in. I try to hide myself in the corner. Everyone else stood around the room on guard. "Ah, Mr. Santiago...It's a pleasure, really." Jason smirks, walking over to his bar and making himself a scotch. Jason looked a million times better and superior in his Dolce and Gabbana suit than the druggie in his ripped dirty white wifebeater that barely fit over his beer belly and ratty jeans. "McCann, you better tell them to give me my drugs. We had a deal." The man growls, looking breathless by only saying a few words.

I hide deeper in my corner as I see Jason's eyes turn even darker yet he calmly sets his scotch down. "No, Mr. Santiago. You see we did have a deal until you stopped paying for 3 months." Jason sighs in fake remorse for the man. "I gave you a warning, didn't I?" He raises his eyebrow and even though I knew he was at the brink of killing this man, I couldn't help but swoon over the handsomeness and total control that was Jason McCann.

"You fucker!" The man growls, breaking loose from Nathan and Jordan, running at Jason full speed. I gasp quietly to myself. Jason though is quick to grab him by his neck and throw him against the wall, his arm crushing his throat and pure gold Desert Eagle right in the man's face. Jason smirks as the man chokes and gasps for air. "Now, Now, Mr.Santiago. You just made a horrible mistake that will most likely cost you and your family's lives." Jason fakes pouts before scowling. He suddenly swings his arm and his elbow connects with the man's nose, effectively causing a huge crack to resound in the room and his nose to be broken. The man hollers in pain as blood gushes down his face. "Never challenge me again. You will always lose... Tyler, Carter, take him downstairs to dungeon for prep." Jason states calmly. I can't stop the shiver from going down my spine at what's going to happen to the man and his family.

Carter and Tyler nod obediently, grabbing the man and dragging him out as he screams and kicks for mercy. Jason fixes the few strands of hair that had gone out of place in the small fight. "Such a shame." He sighs in fake sympathy, taking the last swig from his scotch before immediately refilling it. "Everyone get out." Jason suddenly barks. Everyone, including myself, makes a beeline for the door. "Except you, little curious kitten." Jason smiles over his glass. I blush as the last person shuts the door.

Jason sits in the huge chair next to the roaring fireplace. He looks up smiling and pats his lap. "Come here, little one. Come curl up in my lap. I need to hold you." He says and I happily make my way over, climbing in his lap and gazing up at his perfection. He wraps his arms around me, one hand rubbing my back as the other caresses my face. "So beautiful yet so innocent." he says, tracing my features with his finger. "I love you." I whisper, fisting a hand in his shirt. "I love you too, kitten. More than you could ever possibly imagine."