Summary

Coralee and Jaxxen meet in Montana, where nothing much happens, and outsiders are considered fair game for gossip. She is on the run, and he’s determined to discover why. Coralee has trusted no one—until Jax. Everything Jax abandoned in his past will help the woman he’s fallen in love with, and Coralee will find that the one man she never wanted to burden will be the only one to bring the fight to those who threaten their future.

Forewarning

This book is not intended for anyone under 18 years of age.

Bringing the Fight is a dark adult romance that includes themes and content that may not conform to consensual acts, featuring explicit material that could offend readers, such as sex, drugs, violence, and crude language.

It is a love story with a twist and an HEA.

Coralee and Jaxxen meet in Montana, where nothing much happens, and outsiders are considered fair game for gossip.

She is on the run, and he’s determined to discover why.

Coralee has trusted no one—until Jax.

Everything Jax abandoned in his past will help the woman he’s fallen in love with, and Coralee’s will find that the one man she never wanted to burden will be the only one to bring the fight to those who threaten their future.

Chapter 1

* Jaxxen *

The second I spotted the pretty new girl flitting around Old Tom’s tavern, my heart exploded and then repaired itself all at once. It was as if I had found the other half of my soul, and I couldn’t fathom the strain. It takes all my control to remain seated at the bar with Nason talking my ear off.

I watch her clean up after the local yokels, tracking every movement like prey.

“She showed up here last week,” Nason reported when he caught on to my staring. “Tom’s letting her live upstairs.”

I take a pull of my beer, nodding. The girl’s frumpy, wearing a godawful baggy green sweater, which hides her ass, with equally loose-fitting jeans. She has long strawberry blonde hair pulled up haphazardly, but it shines beautifully under the low lighting.

Her careful actions as she keeps the entrance in her sights sing to my darkness—whispering she’s in trouble. Every time she jumps and awkwardly covers her furtive behavior with a tight smile, it becomes clearer. She’s on the run. Yup, trouble with the capital T. I wish the place wasn’t so damn dark. I can’t tell the color of her eyes from where I’m sitting, and my curiosity grows the longer I observe her.

I need another drink, but Tom’s too busy gossiping with his friends to care or notice. Then I smelled the cloying perfume I originally came into town for before spotting her.

“Jax,” Bria’s husky voice purrs over my left.

Nason sits up straight, smiling. Poor guy could probably have a shot at Bria if he asked her out, but he thinks she’s classy. I shake my head, knowing better. Bria’s a cock whore.

When I pick up my empty bottle, Bria caresses my shoulder. Standing, I glowered at her with a frown. She knows not to touch me unless it’s when my dick’s shoved down her throat.

“Not tonight” was all the explanation I felt she deserved before laser-focusing on the mystery girl.

Being the biggest and tallest man in the pub, the girl saw me coming. Her long legs scurried around tables and customers as I intentionally corralled her behind the counter. So easy.

“Hi.” I lean over to catch her eye, but she picks up a towel. “What’s your name?”

She swallowed hard, and I hated that I made her nervous. “Coralee, but people call me Cora.”

“Well, I’m Jaxxen, but I prefer Jax. We have shit in common already.”

I spot a flicker of a smile on her lips, but she turns to leave, so I wag the bottle in the air. “Can I get another, please, Coralee?”

She finally raises her head, eyes going to the entrance before deftly handing me a cold brew. Coralee hasn’t met my stare, and I want to grab her chin to make her. I like her height. She’s maybe five feet nine, and although a nutritious meal would do her well to fill out those gaunt cheekbones, she seems to have a shapely body underneath those ugly clothes.

“Go on a date with me,” I blurt, then berate my rashness.

Now she peers up beneath light-colored lashes, and I grin reassuringly. Her hazel eyes hold fire, something I hoped to see. Coralee looks me up and down. I know she likes what she sees, but her pretty mouth curves into a sneer.

“I’m not looking to date anyone.” Her sweet, raspy voice hits me square in the chest, but her words sound detached but firm.

With a wink I try to thaw her icy walls with a lame quip, “Me either, just you.”

“No,” she twists away with a lip curl, dismissing me to serve other patrons.

As I made my way back to the stool beside Nason, I took out my phone. If Coralee expects me to give up after a rude rejection, she needs to think again. There’s nothing sexier than a woman recognizing danger and spitting in its face.

I placed an order for a daily delivery of a single sunflower, complete with my contact number and name, regardless of the cost. I’ve spent more on lesser undertakings.

I listen to Nason drone on about his ranch as I finish my beer, continuing to track how Coralee avoids the local men and conversations. New faces are rare, and the locals are curious. She’s definitely a girl with a past, and I wonder how she got Tom onboard with letting her live in the cramped attic space.

I moved to Perla, Montana, years ago after having my cabin built with nothing in mind but losing myself in nature. The fifty acres I own twenty miles outside town render me an outsider to the tight-knit community, but I prefer it this way. I’ve always been a private person.

Coming to Toms every few weeks led me to meet Nason and fuck Bria when I wished, but after meeting Coralee, I can’t deny I’ve been going through the motions lately. I feel bored as hell, but I remind myself that this is what I chose. Just seeing her sparks emotions long forgotten. I’ve enjoyed my solitary lifestyle, but it’s time to consider my future. I am not getting any younger. My standards weren’t typical, though. I wanted a strong woman who understands life will give you shit and spit you out, and it’s up to you to get back up.

I parted ways with Nason an hour later. Bria’s lurking near my jeep like a stalker. I can practically smell her perfume before I see her overly made-up face reflected in the lamp post above my ride.

“My place, baby?” She parts her painted red lips, licking them with more vigor than necessary.

“It’s over,” I bluntly state.

If I continue to see Bria, the townies will tell Coralee, and then the girl won’t have anything to do with me. She shouldn’t have to deal with my drama.

“Why?” She whines as if she doesn’t have five others on speed dial, “I thought you liked me.”

I sigh, opening the door. “You’ll find someone else. Take care.”

I drove away, leaving her pouting in the parking lot. Her daddy owns half the town. She’ll have no trouble finding somebody to piss him off with.

Once I’m home, my huskies, Ren and Stimpy, trot off the wooden deck to inspect me. I pet them absently, sitting to remove my boots. After feeding them, I pinned the code in my office, settling at my desk to investigate Coralee. Where did she come from? How long does she plan to stay? Tom’s converted living space above the tavern is not suitable for a young woman. There’s not much crime here, but she’s vulnerable all alone there.

My house has plenty of room.

Closing my eyes, I picture her too-thin face. My cock twitched, recalling how her upper lip sneered at my lame flirting. I give it a month before Coralee’s disinterest turns into obsessive desire. Maybe I’m overstepping, but I hope she’ll move in with me once I gain her trust. I’ll make sure she feels safe and stops running from whatever is bothering her.

What the hell was a girl like her doing in Perla?

Hacking into Tom’s shitty computer system isn’t hard, and it isn’t the first time I’ve done it. I’ve probed into the lives of everyone in town. They’d stroke out to learn I know their dirty little secrets. I’m not surprised to find out he hadn’t put her in the books. I bet my left nut she told the old sap some sob story, and he agreed to what she asked for.

For two days I kept busy, receiving email alerts confirming that Coralee received my gifts. She probably never had a man send her flowers simply asking for a call or text, and I tell myself to wait a week before returning. Patience. She hasn’t run yet, so she figures she’s enjoying the attention.

I camped out with my dogs for a few days deep on my property, tracking predators and checking on the underground bunker, which was the deciding factor when I bought the fifty-acre lot just to keep my thoughts from Coralee.

I imagine her with me around the fire, lying in my pop tent while I devote the night to her body under the stars, pressing her to the ground and making her beg for it.

When the week’s up, so is Coralee’s time. She can try to hide from her past, but now that I’ve set my sights on her, she can’t hide from me.

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*Coralee*

I wistfully touch the sunflowers on the rickety table before heading downstairs to the smelly bar. Tom said the flowers aren’t local, so Jaxxen spent a pretty penny shipping them in for me.

Me.

Tom didn’t explain much about Jaxxen apart from the fact that the man’s a loner who rarely ventures into town. He supposedly built a large cabin on the outskirts of Perla before arriving in this quaint little western paradise. He warned me to be careful when the first sunflower arrived with a sneaky grin. It was his playful chuckle that made me refrain from throwing the long-stemmed flower in the trash. Blushing and waving my hands, I convinced Tom there’s nothing going on with Jaxxen. It’s a sweet gesture, but I can’t let down my guard for anyone.

Pretending I’m a normal woman instead of a broken one, which came easier to me than bartending.

The man is dangerously hot, though. Jax has the most intense gray eyes I’ve ever seen and a disarming smile. He’s huge, too. The mountain man was huge with muscles on his muscles, towering above everyone with a watchful but confident presence.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I tied a worn apron around my waist before helping the few customers in the bar. Tom’s more of a busybody than a worker, but he owns the tavern. I suppose he earned the right to whatever he wanted at his age.

I bite the inside of my cheek as men flirt and try to engage my interest throughout the evening. It doesn’t matter how nice these guys are; I won’t reciprocate. Not only am I not interested, but I also never stay in one place for long.

The front door opens, and my eyes immediately dart over, making sure Braden’s not there with a gun. No, it’s not my nightmare, but Jax. My face flames when I realize he’s staring right at me as he moves inside. Whoa, an unexpected but warm sensation zapped down my spine at the sharp connection I felt pass between us before breaking eye contact.

“Cora!” Tom yells, “Get Pat a bag of chips from the back, please.”

Grateful for the distraction, I darted into the storeroom. Damn, Jax is seriously good-looking. Why did he intrigue me so much? Since the night we met, the way he smiled at me when I rejected him has looped through my restless mind. My rude behavior didn’t faze him. Then he had the gall to send flowers? He’s persistent; I’ll give him that.

Reaching into a box of mixed snacks, I hear his deep timbre behind me, “Hello, Coralee. How’s your week going?”

I steady my nerves before facing him. He is leaning his large frame against the door, blocking my escape.

I’m not scared. I’ve known men who hurt women for fun, but he has shown no disrespect to anyone I have observed. His eyes don’t roam below my mouth, although I check out his low-slung jeans and the tight black shirt, and his broad torso stretches when he crosses his arms. He doesn’t acknowledge my obvious perusal or even seem to care, simply waiting in the doorway for an answer to his question, no doubt speculating why I haven’t contacted him.

“T-thank you for the flowers, but please stop. Um, they’re lovely! Y-you sent your number but… I mean, I’m leaving soon.” I stutter, avoiding his piercing gaze, hoping he gets the hint that there’s no use pursuing me.

“Do you know why I decided on sunflowers, Coralee?” His tone is impossibly deep, and it rumbles in my chest.

Licking my lips, Iriska glanced at those silver orbs. “No?”

“You have such beautiful hazel eyes. Your dark pupil flares out into the most amazing yellows and gold with a blue ring surrounding them, reminding me of summer skies. I can’t wait to see your other colors bloom.”

My panties take a hit as I gape at him. Is he serious? We only met last week. If we continued to stare at each other, I would get lost in his eyes. He’s gorgeous, and my body betrays me every time he opens his mouth. Did he rehearse that sweet line?

“Go out with me.”

“No.”

“Why not? We’ll stay out of town if that’s what you’re worried about, Coralee.”

“Cora,” I correct him, wondering how he knew I prefer to keep indoors so the townsfolk won’t catch sight of me. “Where would you take me?”

His lips quirked into a sinful smirk, and my heart galloped. “It’s a surprise.”

“Your flowers surprised me,” I mutter, wishing he’d back off.

Jax steps away from the entrance as if reading my mind. “Great, but I’m a persistent man. Come on, say yes. If you do, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at noon to spend the day with me.”

I clenched my hands into fists. Is he an alpha control freak? I had my fill of that crap with Braden. “No.”

Clutching the bag of chips, I rushed past him and nearly threw them in Pat’s face on my way to clear a booth. Why do I attract controlling men? Jaxxen has no clue who I am.The poor guy was wasting his time. I gave myself a few weeks in Perla to save money before finding a new shithole town.

True to Jax’s word, he sat down at a table in the rear, producing a deck of cards. I try to avoid him, but work is work, and he’s a customer. After a few beers and another adorable attempt at asking me out, he switched to ice water. With a tight smile, I left two frosted bottles, signifying I was through serving him for a while. He smirked in response, confirming that he picked up on my resolve to blank him. That intention grew weaker by the hour, though, studying him out of the corner of my eye. His persistence and attentive presence were difficult to ignore. Also, the fact that he’s handsome and built like a tank doesn’t hurt either.

A blonde woman showing a lot of skin tried to sit with him, but he ran her off after a few minutes. Someone called her Bria, insinuating she’s got money and time to spare and is always bugging Jax, but instead of letting my curiosity grow, I brush off the gossip. His lovers aren’t my concern. Although, I felt a kernel of jealousy when I saw her rake her red nails down his arm before she sauntered outside. Perla is small, and I risk being spotted by Braden working and living at the only bar around. Hopefully, staying here for a month won’t be too lengthy.

“Should I kick Jax out?” Tom asks at closing after emptying the till. “That man isn’t hanging out to ogle my withered mug.”

I shot him a reassuring grin. “It’s fine. He wants to chat. I’ll see you on Monday.”

“If you’re sure? You ain’t a kid, but no fucking on the pool table, Cora.”

“Tom!” I gasped, blushing in mortification. He’s such a cranky old fart, but I’ve grown fond of him. “There will be no sex.”

“Alright. Goodnight,” he grumbled, giving Jax a nasty scowl before leaving us alone.

I turned off some lights before joining Jax. I desperately needed a shower to wash off the gross odor of beer and smoke from my hair. Sadly, one wasn’t available. Sponge baths in the break room sucked, but it was better than nothing. I am grateful to Tom for allowing me to live in the attic, but I must find other accommodations soon.

“Thanks again for the flowers, but you need to understand I’m not dating. Anyone.” I informed him firmly, hiding my shaking hands under the tabletop.

“Who are you running from, Coralee?” He cocks his head and wets his lips, watching my jaw drop at his intrusive question. “Surprised? Unlike others in this town believing the worst thing that can happen to them is a drought or—”

“Stop!” I stood up, angry and scared. What the hell? Did Braden send him?

“What’s your last name? Mine is White.”

I blink, getting whiplash from the change of conversations. “Why do you care? Seriously, why are you bothering me? Are you… really from here? Perla?”

“Yeah, I am. You intrigue me, and I’ll continue sending gifts and keep sitting here every night until you come to my cabin.”

So, he can kill me? “Uh…”

He laughed, a low, rumbly sound. “That sounded creepy as fuck. Sorry, what I mean is that I hate being in public, too. I have a great place, and you look like you could use a friend. And a good meal! Listen, I heard you’re staying upstairs, and Perla may seem safe, but we both know people hide evil intentions behind false smiles.”

“We do?” I agree, but his rambling makes me curious.

“Sure. Only last month some farmer got caught screwing his brother’s wife, and he blew him away with a shotgun. Can you guess what his daughter did next?”

I’m engrossed in the story, leaning forward. “Don’t tell me she blamed her dad?”

“Nah, she killed her mother. The uncle was dicking her too.”

I covered my mouth, disturbed but not completely shocked. The world’s full of whack-jobs. “How nasty. Are you worried some shotgun-toting farmer will attack me?”

“Maybe,” he frowns at my nonchalance. What did he expect? Did he expect me to cry and beg him to protect me? “My point is a young transient girl alone in a bar is mighty tempting. Gossip travels fast, and I’m looking out for you. Trying to make friends at least.”

I swallow hard, peering deep into his strange gray eyes. He relaxes in his seat, yet there’s a promised conviction behind his words. I’m oddly drawn to this striking man, and it’s dangerous. For him. Jax is so big he could snap my neck between two fingers, but I feel… safe. I shiver, realizing I haven’t appreciated the complex emotion of security in years. Freedom is an illusion, but I’ve grown accustomed to the dark side of life. Learned to read between the lines of how people present themselves. Still, his offer of friendship seems heartfelt if he’s not working an angle.

I softly answered his previous question by saying, “Winters, Coralee Winters.”

Jax’s brilliant smile warms my insides. “Shit, one more thing we have in common. Winters and White. Fucking perfect. Wanna get out of this tavern?

I exhale, rubbing my worn-out eyes. The smell of booze and dusty old walls has gotten on my nerves these last few weeks, but I don’t know this man from Adam. Tom wouldn’t leave me with a crazy person, but why is he acting so nice?

“Say yes, Coralee. Lock up the joint and come home with me. I won’t touch you, I promise. You have nothing to fear. Let’s spend some time together, and if you prefer this shithole, I’ll bring you back.” Jax sounds so sincere it borders on pleading, and I can’t help but chuckle when his lower lip juts out.

I’m blown away. Who is this person? “You want me to go to your house to…talk?”

He slowly stands, towering over me. “Don’t overthink this. Say…”

“Yes.” I blurt, my cheeks reddening.

He gives me another heartwarming grin, and I smile too. Gah, when was the last time I genuinely smiled? Am I at the point where I would rather trust a stranger than spend tonight worrying if every sound is Braden slithering from the shadows to return me to a life I ran from as fast as my legs would move?

I suppose I am because five minutes later we’re on the road to his place.

* Jaxxen *

I don’t allow Coralee to change her mind after saying she’ll come home with me. After she locked up the bar, I led her to my Jeep with more pep in my step than I’ve had in… a long time. Her nervous presence makes me want to ease her doubts, but I focus on taking off for my place while ignoring the speed limit. It’s late, and no one is on the road.

“Oh! I didn’t grab my stuff!” She wrings her hands, gazing out the window.

I smile at myself. Thank fuck she agreed tonight after I threatened to stalk the poor girl. She could have called the sheriff or Tom to throw my sorry ass out, but luckily, I said the right thing for once in my life. Plus, I already ordered her clothes and set up a room. Without knowing her exact size, I purchased simple girly shit universally known to womankind—like razors and yoga pants.

“Hey, I got you covered. Don’t worry about anything,” I tell her, and she nods with a confused laugh.

Once I park, she huffs, “You call this place a cabin?”

Shrugging, I greet the Huskies when they trot over. My two-story, five-room cabin is modernized, but Icampedout more than not. I thrived outdoors, and the house is a luxury when I need a hot shower and clean clothes.

“Come here and hold out your palm.”

With a shy expression on her face, she joins me in front of the dogs. “They’re so cute.”

I gripped her wrist, caressing her soft skin. She let out a startled gasp at the contact, making my dick twitch. Damn, I shouldn’t have touched her, but it’s necessary. “Guard.” I firmly ordered Ren and Stimpy.

They both sniff Coralee with interest, then sit back on their haunches.

She gives me a charming nose-scrunched-up squint. “What’s that all about?”

I hold her hand, hoping she feels the same connection I do as I lead her up the porch steps, saying, “Exactly what it implies. As long as you are with the dogs, they’ll protect you with their lives.” I gaze at her pretty eyes. “Me too, Coralee. We’ll look after you from now on.”

She issues another gasp, avoiding my stare. The girl fears someone, and I will find out who. An unexpected relief surges through my body, realizing she’s finally on my property. Does she sense the same pull I do when we’re together?

I fucking hope so.

“Take off your shoes.” I reluctantly let go and kicked off my boots.

She slips off her ratty sneakers, and I check the size. She follows me cautiously inside, looking around with wide eyes. I admire the fact that she’s relaxed but watchful. It’s never wise to lower your guard in new situations.

“You live here… alone?” She smiles at the layout.

The first floor hosts a spacious kitchen with an attached dining room, with a long breakfast bar separating the two on the right, with a lowered den on the left. I fixed up my home with authentic handmade pieces where I could. The large table by the garden window is my favorite piece, made of heavy oak with a flawless finish. My office is down a narrow hallway out of sight, but the four bedrooms upstairs are barely furnished. Maybe she will want to decorate if she sticks around.

“Hopefully not for too much longer,” I wink, watching her cheeks flush.

The red creeping above the collar of the awful sweater she wears boosts my ego. Some women can camouflage their desire, but she sure as hell isn’t one of them. First things first, though.

“Come on,” I Igrabbed her again, dragging her upstairs. “I made up this room for you. Wash off and put on the robe I laid out.”

She frowns, peering around the space I decorated with her in mind. “Wow, you planned this? Are you always so pushy? Slow your roll, Jax. Do you normally instruct people on how to do everything, or are you saying I stink?”

I can’t help but chuckle as I open the ensuite, flipping on the light to make sure I didn’t miss placing towels on the heating rack. Yes, I’m a bossy asshole, but it’s good to know she’ll call me out on my bullshit. We’ll get along fine if she keeps that fire blazing.

Striding out of the bathroom, I caught her gazing out the window. It’s a pleasant view when the sun is shining. The window offers a perfect height for observing the long drive and some of my outbuildings. She’s always on alert. I nearly demand she confess her fears but draw a deep calming breath instead. There’s plenty of time over the weekend to discover her demons.

“Hey, you can be happy here. You’re safe, Coralee.”

She peers over her shoulder with downturned lips, “Thanks.” Her frown is kind of cute. “I don’t understand why you’re going out of your way for me, but thank you, Jax. I really could use a shower.”

“When finished, join me downstairs, please.” With another warm smile, I shut the door, hoping she does as I ask.

I slipped into the office to send my buddy Coralee’s name and information. While she worked, I sneaked into the small room where she slept and snapped a picture of her license. She hails from Tucker City and is a few weeks shy of turning twenty-one. I told myself that if she were eighteen, I would only befriend her, even though my desires would complicate things. Finding out she’s over twenty settled my decision to pursue her romantically.

After I’m through, I head to the kitchen. It’s three in the morning, but I want to feed her. Just by looking at Coralee, I can tell she doesn’t eat right. It’s messed up that a cool girl like her is living so poorly.

“Jax?”

I turn away from the stove to give Coralee a thorough once-over. There’s the stunning girl I knew she kept hidden under a frumpy disguise. The black thigh-high robe shows off her mile-long legs. Her strawberry blonde hair is darker when wet, the red taking over. Those pretty hazel eyes appear happy for the first time since we met, and my heart pumps faster.

“I hope you had everything you needed.” My tone sounds casual as I continue cooking.

I’m fucking fuming, though. On the inside of her right heel is a two-inch scar that looks fresh. A knife wound? Is it self-inflicted? If not, why the hell would someone stab her? Curious, but not wanting to ruin the mood, I leave the questions burning at the tip of my tongue.

Coralee meekly sits on a stool at the counter. “Why do you have so many feminine products if it’s just you here?”

The truth might scare her off, but I’m not a liar either. Placing a plate of bacon and eggs in front of her, I offered a shrug instead of a verbal response. When I simply stare, she scans the food.

“Are you eating too?” She bites her lower lip.

My cock strains against my jeans, watching her wrap her pink tongue around crisp bacon. “No. You worked your ass off tonight and deserve a hot meal. How old are you?”

She avoids my gaze, suddenly genuinely interested in the eggs. “Oh, twenty-two. You?”

I sigh, crossing my arms. “I’ll tell you if you stop fucking lying. Real age?” I raise my eyebrows, daring her to bullshit me.

Her eyes tear up, but before I apologize, they clear. She’s fighting with herself; I recognize the signs. I’m a stranger, but she wants to trust me. I understand all too well the internal struggle.

She squares her shoulders, meeting my glare. “I’m twenty, okay? Don’t rat me out to Tom because he has a strict code about being twenty-one to work or drink at his bar.”

I plaster a soft smile on my face. “His son died at seventeen from alcohol poisoning. It fucked up his marriage. I’m thirty-four. No need to lie, Coralee. Nothing you say will change how I feel about you.”

She drops her fork. “How do you feel? You don’t even know me. That’s sad. Crap, I shouldn’t have deceived him.”

“He’ll get over it.” I waved her concern and comments away. “When you’re done, you should hit the hay. I promised a surprise, remember?”

Those hazel orbs light up, and I resist the impulse to touch her by facing the sink. She slides off the stool, saying good night in a sweet, kind voice before leaving. I let out a deep breath, retiring to my office. Damn, keeping my hands off of Coralee will be rough.

Now that I have more information, I order all kinds of stuff for her. I may be ordering too much, but I believe that spoiling her won’t cause any harm. She’s going through some real shady shit, I can tell. I should have found out more facts before welcoming her into my home, but it’s too late. When I looked into her eyes last week, an inexplicable urge to protect her overwhelmed my senses. She’s lost and alone, and although I enjoyed moving to Montana, I’ve isolated myself too.

Until she orders me to fuck off, she’s stuck with me.

Chapter 2

* Jaxxen *

Coralee rolled out of bed twenty minutes after I woke up. I heard her puttering around in her room before I started the coffeemaker. She skips downstairs, her tight little body hidden by wearing saggy pants and a fugly pea green sweater. I meet her freshly scrubbed face with a frown.

“There are clothes in your closet that should fit. Please, wear them.”

Jutting out a hip, she asks, “Are you saying you don’t like my threads?”

“Own a mirror?” I chuckle at her prissy tone. “Why do you hide behind ugly fucking sweaters?”

She flushes a pretty pink. “No reason. I wasn’t aware the shirts were up for grabs. Fine, I’ll change.”

“Hurry up.” I grin at her backside, laughing when she stomps on the landing to emphasize her displeasure at being told her outfits suck.

I finish packing food into the cooler just as she comes back wearing dark jeans that hug her ass and a short-sleeved light blue flannel. Fuck me, she’s big-breasted! I stare at her tits straining against the material. How am I supposed to refrain from eye-fucking her all day?

She catches me gawking, letting out a huff as she struggles to keep the shirt away from her perfect chest. “It’s a little snug. I should put my sweater back on.”

“No,” I growl, then laugh awkwardly, making her smirk. “Looks good. It’s getting late. You look great.”

Outside, we pull on our shoes, and I load the vehicle while she coos at the huskies. I watch her giggle over their wet kisses, feeling lighthearted. I rarely receive visitors, so they don’t interact with people unless I take them with me into town. They obviously like her, sitting still while she runs her slender fingers through their thick fur.

“What are their names? I can’t believe I didn’t ask last night!” When she shifts, the sunlight turns her hair a brilliant blonde color with soft red undertones.

“Ren and Stimpy.” I pet them to stop staring at her.

She lets out a peal of laughter. “Awesome job naming them.”

“Glad you approve.” Once more I peek at Coralee. She’s charming as hell—frumpy or otherwise.

She beams at my dogs. “Are you good doggies? Yes, you are!”

Clearing my throat to dispel the jealousy I experience at her showering the boys with affection, I open the door for her. “Get in.”

Now she gives me that cute frown-squint, “So bossy.”

The weather’s warm, and the Big Sky Country is clear of depressing clouds. Perfect for sightseeing. With the mountains before us, I point out things on my property I think she’ll enjoy learning about, which she eagerly soaks up. The Ponderosa pine trees give some shade as I drive at an easy pace.

“Wow, fifty acres,” she sighs, arm propped out the window. “It’s so beautiful here, Jax. When I was young, I wanted to come here.”

“Is that why you chose Perla?” I casually question, fishing for information in case the person she’s running from deduced she’d retreat to Montana.

She shrugs, looking away. I let the subject drop, noticing her body going rigid. It’s another five miles to the waterfall I plan to take her to. I lucked out locating it after my initial purchase and worked for over a year clearing the surrounding area.

Quiet minutes pass before I hear her sharp inhale when she catches sight of the water glistening in the sun. Before I’m finished turning the key to cut the engine, she’s dashing to the edge of the deep pool the cascading ten-foot deluge creates. The spot’s secluded, but I made sure there are two exit points in either direction.

“Surprise!” I lamely exclaim.

She swivels on her heels, glowing with delight. “This was the date you planned?”

“Is,” I correct her, needing to touch her, so I do. I seize her hand, and she doesn’t mind. “This is a date, Coralee. I’ve never brought anyone out here. This can be our secret spot.”

She looks down, biting her lip. I gently chuck her chin, bringing her face back up. We study each other for a few moments before she blushes, grinning at my ogling. I can see why a guy would chase after her. She’s adorable.

“Hungry?” Stepping backward, I released her with the realization she probably thought I lied about taking her somewhere special. “Find a spot for the blanket?”

“Okay. Thank you, Jax.” She runs to the jeep. “This is wonderful. Really?”

“We’re just beginning,” I tease.

“Ugh, I hate that expression,” she grumbles, wrestling with the quilted groundsheet I recently bought. I’m a big man but overestimated its size.

Chuckling, I set the cooler aside to help her out. “Why?”

She jerks a shoulder like it’s obvious. “Saying it’s a start means there will be an end. A bad one.”

I can’t have her second-guessing my intentions. “Not with me. I’ll show you plenty more. All good, all for you.”

“That’s nice, but you’re kind of getting ahead of yourself.” She plops down once we situate the quilt, straightening her legs out, gazing at the water. “Today is enough.”

I squatted by her side, examining her expressions as I asked her the question driving me crazy, “Who hurt you?”

She stiffens. “Everyone has hurt somebody, Jax. Why do you live out here all alone? I don’t think you do though, with all those women’s clothes, unless you’re a cross-dresser?”

Funny girl. “How about we trade tragic backstories?” She rolled her eyes. “You first. Who are you dodging? I promise I won’t judge you or tell anyone here.” I mean townies because my buddy’s investigating her past as we speak. “Share one secret, and I’ll do the same.”

She sighs heavily, dragging a hand through her hair, then studies me with resignation written on her pretty face. “He was my fiancé. Or rather, he told me he was. I was given to him when I was seventeen, and I ran after I turned eighteen.”

Holy shit. I figured she left an awful situation, but this is heavy.

Keeping my voice neutral, I respond, “Okay, so it’s been a few years.”

“Months,” she bites out, looking pissed, and my fists curl, imagining pummeling her abuser. “That was the first time.”

I sit down close to her, making sure there’s a gap between us. “He found you, and you got away again? So, how long have you been running?”

She palms her face like I’m annoying the shit out of her. “Jaxxen, don’t act as if you can help. You’re sweet with the flowers and everything, but I shouldn’t have said anything. I’ll be moving along soon.”

Coralee scowls when I ruefully chuckle. “I can help. I will help. As for leaving? Over my dead body, and I’m hard to kill. I purchased those clothes for you, sunflower. You need a friend, and now you have me.”

She scrambles up onto her knees. “What are you saying?”

I lick my lips as she stares me down. There are many promises I could make right then—but don’t. I’m an asshole on even days and a bastard on odd ones. She makes me want to hunt down every dick that ever looked at her wrong and give her the best fuck of her young life at the same time.

I’m not a man who cajoles or plays house. Something about Coralee draws out instincts I forfeited years ago, like justice that doesn’t come without paying with blood. Rivers of it. I turn on the charm instead of frightening her with my dark thoughts.

“Coralee, I bought that shit hoping you’d want a place to stay. With me. I’m tired of hiding, aren’t you? I isolated myself, but meeting you made me realize it’s not enough. Not anymore. So who is he? If you don’t tell me, I’ll find out either tonight or tomorrow.” I warn with conviction.

“Who are you?” She questions bright eyes probing mine as if I’m trying to trick her.

“Depends on who you ask, but my home can be your haven, Coralee. Please… If you’re willing to trust someone, I’ll try not to disappoint you.” I firmly lay it out, staring her down, daring her to detect a lie.

With a shake of her head, she breaks eye contact, looking pensive. I let her stew on our talk, opening the cooler to set out the sandwiches I made. I lost my appetite after such a screwed-up conversation.

Who would give a kid away? What kind of piece of shit would do that to a seventeen-year-old girl? The bigger problem is the person chasing her. Forcing answers from Coralee won’t work because she’s skittish as hell, but how else am I going to keep her safe if she doesn’t confide in me?

“He put a tracker in me,” she softly says after a thoughtful silence. “I cut it out myself.”

“In your leg?”

She points over her back. “Shoulder. God, that was painful.”

I hide the anger surging through my veins by snatching a sharp rock off the ground, grinding my palm against the rough surface, and saying, “What happened to your ankle?”

She grabs a sandwich, picking at the cellophane while explaining, “After I dug the chip out, the man on watch duty tried to stop me, not knowing I had a kitchen knife. I fell, he took it and stabbed me, but… I freed myself.”

Smiling at her in understanding, I hope she hears the truth of my words through her inner turmoil. “You’re strong, sunflower. I thought so the night we met. The question is, do you think you’ll survive much longer without help?”

She peers upward, studying my face for signs of deception. “Help is a foreign concept. After I accepted my situation… I turned numb. Then one day experienced this deep heat inside. Inside my soul. Like there was a stick of dynamite about to blow me apart if I didn’t change my circumstances. Every day I’m away from him resets a timer. A detonation button at the ready. If I see him or his men again… I just know I will end him or he’ll kill me.”

Shivers shoot down my spine from the intensity of her declaration. Yes, this girl has a fire under her ass. I itch to hold her, to tell her she’ll never experience that emptiness again, but she’s not there yet, so I do the next best thing and fulfill my part of the bargain.

“I hurt people,” I confess in a whisper, “paid to do it until I couldn’t any longer. It disconnected every facet of my life. I became… Let’s just say my sudden absence relieved a few assholes. I get what you mean. Deciding if our mortal soul is worth taking a chance on isn’t an easy notion. If we find someone else who understands our pain, why not hold on to them? You’ve seen shit, Coralee, but let me carry some of your burdens.”

She bites her lip with uncertainty. “Yes, I have witnessed evil. He’ll never stop looking for me. It’s been eight months since I gave him the slip. Why do you care, Jax? I’ve got a lot of baggage.”

Tired of words, I anchor her face between my large palms. They look comical cupping her pink cheeks, but I kiss her anyway. Her plush lips feel like pillows, and I withhold a groan when she moves them against mine. The anticipation had been worth it. I imagined this all week. When would she lower her guard enough to allow my touch? Where? In front of a waterfall with her pretty eyes filled with tears, I’ll take.

She moans low in her throat, and that’s my cue to dive greedily into her mouth.

Fuck, she tastes so sweet.

A perfect fit under my wandering hands. I caress her hair with careful movements, sliding the silky strands through my fingers. She’s incredibly responsive, leaning forward, another soft moan escaping from her sinful lips.

My blood roars in my ears, eager to learn all about this mysterious woman as I swipe my tongue along her upper lip. I want to crawl inside of her head and plant seeds of love, lust, and eternal life at my side.

Damn, I’m a goner.

I pull away from Coralee far sooner than my raging hard-on judges a good idea. “That’s why, Sunflower.”

She appears dazed, licking her swollen lips. “Point made.”

Smirking, I mentally pat myself on the back. “Glad you understand. No more running. We’ll return to the tavern so you can grab your stuff, but from now on you live with me.”

Coralee drops the fingers she was touching her flushed face with. “So bossy. What will the locals think?”

I roll my eyes. “Fuck them.”

She gives me a reserved smile. “Right. Are you always this domineering?”

I hand her the sandwich she dropped. “Yes, but push back. I can handle it.” She snorts, “Ever camp? Want to learn how to live off the land? I’ll even throw in some self-defense lessons. Now, eat up, sunflower.”

“How magnanimous. I lasted this long without your humble expertise.”

“Somehow,” I nudged her side playfully, “pass me one of those waters, smartass.”

She giggles, and I grin at her while opening my bottle. Kissing Coralee felt so natural and right. I can’t wait to have her under me, but for now, I will make her safe. First, I need her to trust me and to find out who the asshole chasing her is before I go down that rabbit hole.

“I’ll nickname you too,” she muses, “just not yet.”

“No.” I smirk at her confused pout. “Not a nickname. It’s a term of endearment because you’re going to blossom if you stick with me.”

Coralee blushes beautifully with a frown-squint, then eats like a starving animal.

---

* Coralee *

I must’ve gone batshit crazy running from Braden all these months. Why else would I let Jaxxen bully me into staying with him? The man is cocksure of everything he utters but tries to soften his orders with that megawatt smile he flashes like he already knows how it disarms my defenses. And it does. It’s bewildering and thrilling being on the receiving end of his attention. He doesn’t act as if I’m broken, although it’s obvious I’m screwed up.

On the drive into town, I decided to go with the flow. To see how long he waits before trying to pull a stunt. He has hot showers and free food up for grabs, and I’m not above taking advantage of it. He’ll want me in his bed eventually, and I’ll ditch Perla as planned. Just friends, my ass.

Jax followed me upstairs in the tavern, forbidding me to bring the comfy sweaters I collected because he stated they were ‘fucking god-awful’. The guy barely fit through the door, pointing out everything to leave behind, maintaining he purchased new clothes. I ended up with hardly anything, telling myself I’d donate the rest after work one day.

“Please stop buying me stuff!” I plead on the way to his so-called cabin, “I make money at Tom’s. I’m capable of shopping for my own things.”

He shoots me a mischievous grin before focusing on the road. Gah, the man’s always tossing smiles my direction, making me extremely warm and fuzzy in places I would rather not be. His dark hair flits about his head in the wind, shiny and touchable. My hands curl into my lap, tempted to run my fingers through his locks as he did mine at the waterfall.

The afternoon had been a magical setting with nightmare conversations. I revealed nothing after Jax told me he hurt people for a living before moving to Montana. With his size and eyes that seem to peer into my very soul, I don’t doubt it but want to learn more about him. He’ll lead Braden right to Perla if he keeps poking around, so I resolve to tell him everything tonight. Well, not everything, but enough to stop him from looking into Braden. By morning, I’m confident I’ll be squatting at the bar once more. Jax can’t possibly mean to let me stay once he finds out I will not have sex with him.

“Do you eat steak?” he asks after petting the dogs when they welcome us.

“I’m all about meat.”

He grins, making my pulse leap. “Perfect answer, Sunflower.”

Shyly, I follow him into the house after shedding my worn, muddy shoes. Jax is going to kill me with his good looks. After that ridiculously hot kiss we shared by the waterfall, I kept peeking at his mouth. No one ever made me as aroused as he had while kissing. I can still feel his gentle strokes through my hair.

For such a massive man, he’s smooth on his feet. Quick. He emptied the cooler, stowed it in a large hall closet, then turned to the sink to wash up in the kitchen while I stared like an interloper.

He smiles over his shoulder when I continue standing in the middle of the room. “Do you cook, Coralee? Come here.”

“Yes, Braden made certain I learned how to cook and entertain,” I say, joining him.

His gray eyes narrow, catching what I purposely let slip, “Braden, huh? Can you make a salad while I do the steaks?”

I nod, stepping towards the fridge. “Don’t go searching for him, Jax. If I get a whiff he’s sniffing around here, I’m on the next bus out of here.”

He leans against the counter smirking, “Sounds as if you’re ready to explain who the fuck he is.”

Jax has such a filthy mouth, but I like it. The protective way he speaks makes me believe opening up to him will be useful in the future. Why? This mountain man is a stranger, but he treats me as an equal. I crave normalcy. I’ve told nobody about my history. Might as well start with him. Two outsiders finding a mutual connection. He said as much during our picnic. He asked me to hold on to him. It was sweet.

I pulled out vegetables as he laid out a cutting board and knife for me to use. I remain silent until he retreats to season the meat. This isn’t an easy conversation to have, and I’m glad I have something to keep me busy while I talk.

“A couple by the name of Winter adopted me when I was five. My foster parents were older, owning a live-work bakery in a neighborhood that gradually declined into corruption. We were okay for several years. They paid protection to the Conry family until Braden decided he would rather have me.”

Jax stood on the other side of the kitchen behind me, quiet as a mouse. I inhale deeply, trying not to cry at the memory of their betrayal. “Since they were old, having put everything into the business, they agreed. What could they do when threatened with arson and death?”

“No comment,” he growls.

I remember the night I came home…

“Cora,” Mom stopped me in the foyer before I spotted a brand-new luggage set by the stairs.

“What’s this for?”

“You’re going on a trip.” Her tired eyes avoided mine. “Take these upstairs and pack a week’s worth of clothing.”

We’d never traveled before. “Where are we headed?” I couldn’t control the grin on my face as I hefted the case up. “Please say Hawaii!”

“No dear, just you,” she sighed, turning away from me. “A man will be here in an hour to collect you. Don’t ask why. This is… a surprise.”

I shrugged, knowing she’d explain after I packed. I tended to run my mouth, and she always waited until I finished tasks before approaching me.

But before I found answers, the man who sent for me forced me into a car, shoving the suitcase across my lap, busting my lip, and spraying blood on the pristine bags.

I chop the lettuce as Braden taught me, “My parents died anyway. Late one night the building caught fire, killing them in their sleep. He said nobody cared that he plucked a homeless orphan off the street, and he saved me by giving me a better life. He never actually confessed to murdering them, but he didn’t have to.”

“Jesus,” Jax banged the cast-iron skillet onto the stove. “Sorry… go on.”

I reach for a tomato, squeezing the fruit. “Braden kept me locked in his house, with cameras everywhere. At first, someone would follow me, but then when I stopped fighting him, he’d let me do little things like cooking. He loved degrading me in front of his boss, a jerk named Enzo. No one was to touch me, but he tolerated Enzo watching us together for the power play.”

“See her flush so prettily for me, Enzo,” Braden’s silky voice taunted from behind. “Doesn’t she look so beautiful with my cock in her ass?” He leaned over my tied-down form, hissing in my ear, “You’re lucky, Cora. So very lucky.”

Enzo licked his lips, jerking his small dick from the armchair he regularly occupied. He wasn’t allowed to speak when Braden fucked me, but his sinister eyes conveyed all the sick things he wanted to do.

I stare down at my hands, realizing I demolished the tomato in my fist. My stomach turns, recalling the way Braden’s wet mouth would send me off into the most electrifying orgasms while scolding me for how lucky I was.

“Hey,” Jax leans over until his concerned gray orbs fill my vision. “That’s enough for now.”

I flicked the faucet, washing off the mess. “I convinced Braden I adored him. He’s charismatic, rich, and will not stop until he has me back, Jaxxen. You claimed you used to hurt people.” I turn to witness his handsome face dark with anger. “Braden does it for fun.”

“He won’t find you. If he does, he’ll be sorry, but the bastard will never touch you again.” Jax sounds so certain, I almost believe him. “What I did in the past will enable me to protect you, Coralee. Men like him are a dime a dozen, and I’m not afraid. Trust me?”

I sit on a stool with a groan. “I don’t know, Jax. Tall order. People have been let down one too many times.”

“That sucks. You aren’t completely distrustful, though. Good ole Tom’s wrapped around your pretty little finger.”

Truth. “He’s a sweetheart; he thinks I’m saving up to visit my grandmother.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t buy that shit, but whatever,” he laughs at me, “You’ll find out I’m a man of my word, Coralee. I’ll prove it to you.” He winks, and I blush because he’s so charming when he plays.

Shaking my arms to release tension, I concede, “Fine. Let’s table all of this depressing talk and have dinner.”

He claps his big hands together, making me jump. “Agreed. Come back around here and try not to squish another tomato.”

We settle into a peaceful rhythm in the kitchen as I wrap up the salad while he sears the steaks. We sit at the beautiful oak table, and after I slow down to appreciate the taste of the food, I ask easy questions not to disrupt the pleasantness of the evening.

“How old are your dogs?”

“I bought them as pups before I came here. Someday we’ll go to Alaska, and they’ll thrive there too.” He shakes his head in an obvious fondness for them. “They love it here, though.”

“And you trained them?”

He nods, finishing his meal. “Some guy I met a long time ago told me how to do it. Get enough to eat?”

I hold in an embarrassing belch, but my chest burbles anyway, but he only chuckles, “More than enough. I’ve been living on noodles with boiled water from the coffee pot at Toms.”

He looks horrified, then places his warm hand on my arm, offering another meaningful smile, “What’s mine is yours. I’m going to fatten you up, sunflower.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, pulling away.

He’s already filling my heart with hope, and it won’t end well.

---

* Jaxxen *

I tried to keep the conversation light with Coralee throughout dinner and afterward while we cleaned the kitchen. She insisted on loading the dishwasher, and I wiped down the counters. We maneuvered around each other like we’d been living together for months instead of a few hours.

The entire time I fume over the information she gave concerning that Braden asshole. Coralee spoke about him in a ghostly, detached voice as she stood there murdering a tomato. I bet the fucking city mobster loser kidnapped her and, without permission, made the fire seem like an accident. He probably faked her death too. She’s right to be scared, but I’m not.

Coralee shyly turns when I follow her out of the dark kitchen. “So, my shift at Tom’s starts at five. I’ll have to leave an hour early, hoofing it on foot.”

I cross my arms. “I’ll take you until he replaces you. Do you have to work there?”

Her hazel eyes widen. “How else will I earn money? I searched all over town before he took me on.”

“You don’t need it,” I’m coming on strong, so add with a smile, “I could use help. Work for me.”

“What? Are you serious?” She scoffs, flipping her long locks over her shoulder.

“Absolutely. I can list twenty things a day for you to do that don’t involve busting tables for fucking drunks.”

She giggles at that, then bites her lip. Fuck, I wanted to bite and suck those pillow lips. I step closer, opening my stance. Her eyes rake over my face, her breathing quickening. Oh yeah, she’s recalling our kiss.

The kiss that sealed her fate.

“It’s getting late. Are you sleepy?” My tone is low and soothing, so she knows she has a choice.

She inhales deeply, like she’s smelling me, leaning forward a little. “Not really. I mean, what do you do for fun?”

Running my tongue over my lower lip to get a reaction, I watch as her pupils dilate. Bingo. Her cheeks turn that pretty shade of pink, which never fails to boost my ego. So responsive is my Sunflower. She puts on a tough girl act, but she’s so innocent in a lot of ways.

“Now you’re here, I have a few ideas.” I smirk, “I don’t think you’ll find it amusing though.”

She arranges her small hands on my broad chest, and I blink at the realization she’s comfortable enough in my presence for random touching. She’ll create a monster if she keeps it up. “Try me.”

Holding in a groan, I war with myself. I could take advantage of her openness, but it’s too soon. Coralee’s a runner, and until I know she won’t flee, I have to behave. The heat of her little body so close to mine has me hard as hell, but I can’t touch her. She deserves my patience.

The urge to spread those long legs around my waist while nailing her to the wall with my cock is strong, but I shake it off, bringing her hands up to my lips, kissing the pulse points on her wrists.

The fierce thrumming below her soft skin drives me crazy.

Her thick eyelashes lower, and Coralee steps closer, shy yet oh so seductive. My cock stiffens the longer I stare at her.

Does she have any idea what she does to me? Damn, time to put on the brakes.

“Usually I play with the dogs before dark.” I say, before pecking her forehead with a lightness she sighs at, “Come on, let me show you how I feed them. This will be one of your jobs.”

I almost smirked at the red flush that zoomed from her chest to her adorable cheeks when I walked away. Maybe she realizes we need to slow down too, pretending I didn’t trick her by keeping silent.

She helps me fill the bowls for the huskies, then plays with them for a while.

The night air turns brisk, but I sit on the deck watching her instead of seeking warmth. Ren and Stimpy revel in her attention. Coralee exclaims she loves all animals, and I tell her I do too, another thing we have in common.

I really don’t, I hate cats, but I’m trying to hook this girl into staying with me.

“Bedtime?” I suggest a while later when she rests sleepily in a chair by the table at the far end of the porch, “I expect breakfast at seven.”

She rolls her eyes, heading for the stairs. “Okay, Mr. Bossy-Pants, you win. I’ll tell Tom tomorrow I’m now a live-in maid for the recluse of Perla.”

Funny girl. “That’s not a good endearment, Sunflower. Try again.”

I wait until I hear her door shut before entering my office. I’m glad Coralee isn’t fighting me about sticking close because I’m going to fucking murder Braden when I locate him.

Chapter 3

* Jaxxen *

The next day, I discover that Coralee can be a stubborn woman when she wants to be, especially when the new wardrobe I ordered for her arrives at my doorstep.

“No, thanks!” She refuses to take the gifts to her bedroom. “What made you buy all this stuff? You spent too much, Jax!”

I make a pile near the stairs. “You realize your shoes are falling apart, right? It’s a safety issue if you stay here. Plus, you need clothes. Well, don’t you?”

Coralee glares, but all I see is prideful stubbornness. “Well, I don’t want to trip somewhere dangerous.”

It was cute how she pretended that her eyes hadn’t lit up with glee when I mentioned it was all for her, especially after she joked about my online shopping addiction. I shrug and hold up a box of boots until she lets out a huff, snatching them out of my hands.

“Thank you,” she thinks to say before going outside.

Grinning, I pick the shit up, go into her room, and place everything in her closet. As I’m coming back, I hear her mumbling something about always attracting alpha men. She’s right, but better not clump me with that sick bastard Braden.

Then later Coralee has a problem with me hanging out at the tavern until she’s off work. With her tight clothing and fiery attitude, there’s no way I’m leaving her alone in a barroom full of drunken cowboys looking to score.

Her breasts stretch the red top she’s wearing, and her ass looks fantastic in dark Levi’s. Men have tracked the sway of her hips since we arrived, and I shake my head at how blind she is to their attention. How did she last a week living on the streets?

“Hiya, Jax.” Nason plops down at the table I’ve been at all night. “Didn’t think I’d find you here on a Monday.”

I shuffle a worn deck of cards, pretending I’m not keeping an eye on Coralee while she chats up two ranch hands her age. “Things change. How’s the homestead?”

“Great.” His gaze wanders over to Coralee. “Wow, she cleans up nice.”

I clench my jaw.

“Hi,” Coralee saunters over. “Need anything, boys?”

I offer a knowing smirk, watching her flush. Shit, if I ever doubt how I affect her, that pink tint on her cheeks says it all. I can’t wait to see how far down the blush goes.

Patience, I remind myself.

“Beer, please.” Nason grins like the good ole boy he is. “How are you settling into our little town? If you want a tour, I’m your man.”

“She has one.” I blurt, cringing inwardly at the possessiveness in my voice. So much for playing it cool.

Nason regards us both with a quick understanding. “Oh, well… good. Welcome to Perla.”

She winks at him, and I fight off my first taste of jealousy. “Are you Jax’s friend? I’m working for him.”

The man’s eyes widened. “I suppose we’re friends.”

I shrug. “Nason’s solid, Coralee. He keeps to himself and doesn’t talk shit.”

He chuckles in a self-deprecating way, “Who has time for that when cows need milking?”

“Nice to meet you. I’ll get you those beers.” She flashes a toothy grin before walking back to the bar.

“You move fast,” he bats my arm. “Cora’s working for you?”

I wish he’d go away.

If her plight is gossiped around town like she’s a live-in whore, I’ll know who to pummel. “It’s not a big deal. She’ll manage the house while I’m out surveying my property. I felt bad she has nowhere to stay except Tom’s attic.”

He nods, checking my new roommate out again. “That’s gallant of you. Very white knight.”

“Fuck off.”

He laughs. “Relax, she’s not my type.”

Doubtful. He’s so lonely I’m surprised he hasn’t joined that dating site for farmers.

After she delivers his beer, he changes the subject, and all I need to do is listen. Nason’s a decent guy, but boring as hell. When he left, I saw Coralee in deep conversation with Tom.

I’m waiting on her after the last call when Tom raps his knuckles on the counter, demanding my attention. “I appreciate how you keep to yourself and are a respectful fella, Jax. That being said, Cora isn’t like most women. She’s troubled.”

“Is that so?” I respond dryly, standing to leave.

“Hope you know what you’re doing.”

I politely smile out of respect for the old-timer, although where she lays her pretty little head is none of his business. “I offered her a job, Tom. She needs the money, and I enjoy her company.”

The man scratches his salt-and-pepper beard, eyeing me wearily. “Sure. Just promise to send her my way if things change, okay?”

I nod, receiving his message loud and clear. “Will do. Tell Coralee I’ll be outside.”

I won’t sit under his scrutiny, not when he makes me sound like a pervert and outsider. Leaning against my jeep, I blow out an aggravated sigh. This time of night, the town’s so quiet I can hear everything. I can hear the rustling of leaves in the trees and the scuttling of nocturnal animals through the alleys. It soothes my nerves. I love the fresh air and how the stars seem brighter out here in the sticks.

Coralee and Tom hug before he locks the security gate, then she slowly makes her way over to the empty parking lot. I watch the sway of her hips, becoming rock hard. She’s oblivious to how affected I am by her mere presence, and I don’t know how to react.

“What?” She grins when I stare at her. “Are you okay?”

I clear my throat, nodding like an idiot before opening the door for her. She’s silent on the drive home. Home. It should feel weird having someone living with me after all these years alone, but when I glance over, catching her relaxed expression in the moonlight, I experience contentment.

“Are you hungry?” I ask after we’re inside.

She purses her full lips, shrugging, “Not really; besides, it’s late. Where’s that list, Jax? You could’ve worked on that instead of glaring at customers all night.”

I stab a hand through my hair, then reach for her without pause, unable to hold out anymore. She doesn’t hesitate to place her palms on my chest as I dip down to taste her lips. Shit, she wants this kiss as much as I do, her pert little tongue darting around mine, pulling me deeper into territory I shouldn’t venture into.

I try to be gentle as I grip her waist, but the warmth seeping through her clothes has me digging in for more. Faster and harder, I kiss and squeeze Coralee until I forget to breathe.

She lets out a whimper, and I immediately release her trembling body. Her hazel eyes peer up with heavy lids while we catch our breath. I hadn’t meant to turn aggressive, but she’s built for it. I’ve experienced nothing as addicting as Coralee’s lips on mine.

“Sorry,” I mumble, stepping away from temptation. “You’re right. It’s time for bed. I’ll leave a list on the kitchen counter. Goodnight.”

Before she can open that sinful mouth, dart into my office. I adjust myself before sitting behind the desk. What the hell is wrong with me? I shake my head in frustration, wondering how far I would have gone if not for the fact she isn’t ready for a relationship.

I called Wylan after reading his email asking me to ASAP, “What’s up, asshole?”

“Hi to you too, ungrateful dick,” he mutters. “We have to meet in person.”

“Not possible.”

“It’s important.”

I sit forward, the worry in his voice raising the fine hair on the back of my neck. “Worse than I thought?”

“Epic shit-storm prediction thoughts, Jax. I can be there in a few days. Wish I could say more, but nothing is secure.”

“Is she safe? Do we need to move?” I demand to know.

“For now you’re good.” There’s a lull. “She has a different last name that tells a whole other story than that abusive ex. In fact, you should just let her ghost, man.”

I glare as if he can see me. “Two days, Wylan.”

I hang up, wishing he didn’t live so far away. When I come out into the hallway, the house is quiet. I trot upstairs, checking on Coralee. Her strawberry locks shine in the moonlight as she sleeps curled on her left side, blankets up to her chin.

I go to my room, undress, and fall into bed before remembering that damn list she keeps nagging me for. Knowing Coralee doesn’t want to feel like a burden, I find a pen and paper, making shit up for my Sunflower to keep busy with while I maintain distance until Wylan arrives.

* Coralee *

Jax kissed me again.

I wake up so horny it’s ridiculous. I don’t know why he made out with me before bolting like we did something wrong, but it had been perfect. The passion… his mouth needs to come with a panty-melting warning.

I shower, then pull on black skinny jeans with a warm blue sweater. Jax bought me comfortable clothes to fit my tall frame. He’s so thoughtful, and I feel guilty about the way I’d thrown it back in his face. Gah, as usual, he’d simply smiled, not batting an eye. I hope Jax realizes what a dear friend he’s becoming.

After slipping on a pair of fuzzy pink socks, again, so comfy, skip downstairs to make breakfast.

I already figured out he’s a big coffee drinker, so start with that. I won’t sit and look pretty while he treats me like a pet project. It’s not my style and it’s insulting. I might live in his house, but I’m also working at Tom’s, allowing my bankroll to grow while I figure out my next move.

A scrap of paper lies on the smooth countertop, as promised, with a list of duties. I smile as I read the list of tasks, which includes doing my laundry, feeding the huskies, and sweeping the porch. That’s it? Well, at least he fulfilled his end of the bargain.

I’m piling food on two plates when Jax joins me. His attire’s not unusual, but the jeans showcasing his muscular legs should be outlawed because of the amount of drool pooling in my mouth. The long-sleeve Henley his barrel chest protests against makes my cheeks burn.

Someday I’ll get over how enormous he is, but today isn’t the day.

Jax accepts breakfast with a cheerful grin aimed at my heart. A cup of coffee disappears down his throat while I fiddle with my fork. He refills his mug, sitting down with me at the kitchen island counter, saying, “I’m heading out. I forgot to mention I only go grocery shopping every few weeks, but there are two of us now. Write down your favorite foods, and I’ll grab them tomorrow.”

I watch his lips move while he speaks. He didn’t shave, and dark scruff covers his high cheekbones. My palms twitch, wondering if his facial hair would feel soft or coarse under my fingertips. Gah, I’m pathetic. “Yeah, okay, sounds good. I could create a weekly menu… I mean, if you’re here for meals.”

He smiles at my subtle line of questioning. “I will be. Don’t worry. I want to do everything with you, Sunflower.”

I lean forward. “Have you always been this kind towards women on the run?”

He chuckles, picking up a piece of toast. “No. Thank you for cooking. Tastes great.”

That’s my cue to stop ogling Jax and eat. He finishes, tells me he’s taking the dogs, and then drives off in the jeep.

I’m alone for the first time in days, and it feels strange.

Jax is so trusting. I sit on the porch, sipping the last of my coffee after loading the dishwasher. Jax keeps his place clean, and I know he said he prefers the outdoors, but he also takes pride in his home. There’s not a speck of dust on any of his beautiful furniture. I noticed right away the uniqueness of the bookcases and tables dotted throughout the cabin; they aren’t run-of-the-mill finds.

I love the peaceful quietness of his land. Jax seems to have everything he could ever need, but I wonder if I can talk him into building a vegetable garden or chicken coops. I always wondered what it would be like to gather fresh produce from a farm every day. Jax claims he spends all his time exploring his property, but maybe now I’m here, he’ll let me make a few changes.

I yank on the new boots he bought me, then walk the perimeter of the house, noting the security lights and cameras. They look high-tech but won’t stop Braden. I shiver, picturing Braden standing on that lovely porch telling Jax what a useless little whore I am. Eight months have passed, and I still hear the echo of his perverse taunts.

“You’re a slut, princess. My slut, and no one touches what’s mine.”

Determined to forget about Braden, I collect my dirty clothes before searching for the laundry room since Jax hasn’t given me a tour. That man doesn’t seem to care what I do around here, as long as he knows where to find me. I locate it off of the kitchen, and the appliances are top of the line, which takes me several minutes to figure out, but washers are washers.

I uncover the heavy push broom next, taking all my frustration out on the weather-stained deck. Hoping for a distraction and to help Jax, I work up a sweat. Yeah, right, as if cooking and tidying can pay him back for the hundreds he’s forked out buying my clothes. I drop the brush where I found it, then run upstairs to hide in the softest bed I’ve ever slept in.

My mind fills with terrible memories.

“You don’t deserve to sleep in the same room as me after your selfish behavior. I asked you to serve tequila to my boys, not to give me attitude.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you!”

Braden’s warm breath fans the back of my neck as he tugs on my hair, pressing a foot behind my kneecap until I buckle at his feet. “Kneel when I’m speaking to you, bitch. I’ve placed a dog mat on the floor. That’s your new bed. Just because I don’t share doesn’t mean you’re better than them. You’re nothing but a mutt I snatched out of the gutter. Learn your place, slut.”

“I will!”

“Thank me for a place to sleep, slut.”

“Ok… Thank you for giving me a bed on the floor.”

“Remember, I’m the only one you have, princess. You’re alone except for my care. You are nothing without me.”

I can’t breathe.

What am I going to do?

The cheerful afternoon beckons with chirping birdies for me to lower my guard. I pull the comforter over my head to block out the sunshine.

I’ll never be safe while Braden’s alive. He repeated that statement to me so many times that I eventually believed it.

A panic attack makes my chest tighten. I’ve endured them for years, but it’s been a while. I roll into the fetal position, drawing shallow breaths into my shrinking lungs.

I’m so stupid to even consider Jax’s help. Every time I think I’m safe, Braden’s not far behind. What am I still doing here? It’s not his duty to stand up to Braden. I’m endangering this charitable man. Why? For showers and a regular sleeping arrangement?

I fling the blanket across the room with determination.

Dashing downstairs, I nearly fall flat on my face because the fuzzy socks have no traction. Wait, my purse! Where is it? I spot my bag hanging from the beautifully handcrafted coat rack resembling a small tree and toss the strap around my collar. As I’m tugging on my old shoes, I pout at the adorable boots I’m leaving. Worth it, if it keeps Jax out of danger.

Not caring how isolated Jax’s cabin is from town, I jog until reaching the worn pavement signaling the end of his driveway. Shoot, I should have scribbled a so-long note. He might freak out after discovering I moved. Damn panic attacks!

Looking up and down the empty road, I pause for a moment to catch my breath. I usually have a plan when I travel, but I have become careless since I first met Jax.

I only have a few hundred dollars left from my job with Tom. It will have to be enough to get me out of Perla. I suppose I can take the bus a few towns over in search of employment.

I’m such a disorganized mess. Damn that silver-eyed man and his effect on my libido!

I resume a brisk pace toward Perla until I hear a vehicle. Glancing over my shoulder, I see Jax’s black Jeep speeding down the desolate road. How did he find me so quickly?

I freeze like a deer in the headlights until he comes to a sharp stop a few feet away. His mountain of a body leaps out with ease as he stalks over to me.

“What are you doing?” His intense gray eyes pin me in place, and I flinch at the disappointment in his harsh tone of voice, “Why are you out here?”

I expected anger, but Jax raises his arms as if he wants to touch me but is afraid to. He swallows, stabbing a hand through his hair. I slump my shoulders in defeat.

“I panicked,” I softly admit. “Braden will hurt you if he finds me here, Jax. You might not fear him, but he’s evil. Plus, you ask too many questions.”

He stabs both of his hands through his dark locks, huffing, “Shit, Coralee, you scared the fuck out of me. Don’t you trust me? Did I do something else to make you leave other than dig into your past?”

“No!” I grip his arm, admiring the way his corded muscles flex when he makes a fist. “I mean yes, I think you’re wonderful, and I want to live with you, but he’ll ruin your life too. I can’t stand the thought of him coming near you!”

Jax brings me in for a hug, kissing the crown of my head, “He wouldn’t get a mile close enough, Sunflower. I left you alone too soon. Come on, let’s go home so we can talk about this.”

Home. I haven’t had one of those since I was seventeen.

I swallow my anxiety. “Okay. I was… I don’t know what to do anymore, Jax.”

He tilts my neck upward with a sharp yank of my hair before giving me a soft peck on the lips. I’m starting to crave Jax’s kisses. The possessive way he handles my body. His strong arms release me, and the warmth he leaves behind makes my heart ache for more.

He stalks back to the jeep, and I follow quickly.

Jax keeps his eyes on the road, jaw ticking, refusing to look at me while he drives, so I shower Ren and Stimpy with attention until he parks in front of the cabin. He doesn’t wait to see what I will do as he situates the dogs before lumbering indoors. I hesitate on the porch. Jax treats me with respect, yet I’ve seen men like him angry before.

“Coralee,” Jax’s rich voice calls out, “I’m not mad.” Come inside before I change my mind on your surprise.”

I bite my lip. Surprise? I slip off my shoes and shut the door after entering. He sits on the dark blue sofa sectional in the living room. I slowly sink next to him, wondering if he’ll kick me out after my stunt.

He gives me another panty-melting smile, holding up a small box. I frown in refusal, not deserving kindness.

Jax sighs and seems to choose his words carefully. “I won’t tell you not to worry. “Braden may discover that you are in Montana, Coralee,” he says as he drops the package between us. “If a man came after me, I’d just take him out. You’ve overcome a lot. I understand the need to protect yourself. I get it.”

Take them out? It’s a bold statement, but at least he acknowledges that I have every reason to despise my former captor. That’s what he was—my jailer. I’ll never return to how I lived under lock and key with Braden as my sole companion.

I would rather die.

Tears threaten to fall, so I drag my eyes away. Outside the beautiful floor-to-ceiling window is a glorious afternoon, but I’m frozen inside. “Thank you, Jax.”

“You’re capable of taking care of yourself. You can do anything.” He sounds so certain, I nearly preen with pride, except he’s wrong. My past is chasing me, and it’ll cost me everything. “I have a friend arriving tomorrow who’s dependable. We’re going to figure out why Braden kidnapped you. Do you not trust me? My only goal here is to help you.”

Oh, he thinks I ran because I’m scared of him.

Hesitantly, I place my palm on his large bicep. Jax doesn’t react, remaining immobile while my conscience scolds me for acting impetuously. He flexes under my touch, either by accident or because he wasn’t expecting the contact. His skin feels warm and oddly comforting. We’ve kissed before, but this moment seems more intimate.

“Your fingers are ice cold,” he comments with concern. “Are you alright?”

“It’s just a side effect from the panic attack,” I mumble, retracting my hand.

Bolting from the sofa after losing cool points, I try to express my convoluted emotions the best I can. “Those I trusted before wanted something in return. I like you, but my issues run deep. I don’t know what else to say.”

He squints up at me with a knowing smirk. “I’ll earn your trust. You aren’t the only one fighting demons. Now, where were you headed?”

I groan in embarrassment while he waits patiently for me to get my shit together. He’s older and more mature about these things. I’ve never had to explain myself because nobody cared. Jax makes me so flustered!

“As I contemplated a future here, I worried Braden would find me. I tried to keep busy but heard his voice telling me how stupid I am. How he would persuade you into believing I’m nothing but a whore. He used to do that to random people in public.”

Jax’s brows lower over his steel-colored eyes. “Do what?”

I turn back to the window because I can’t bear to watch his reaction.

“He loves playing head games. He’d drag me to restaurants, and no matter if I avoided eye contact with men, eventually he’d pick one out and start a conversation. He would ask if your sister, girlfriend, or wife wear panties when they go out. I’ve told her it isn’t respectable, but then it does make me horny. I mean, look at her.” With a flick of my tongue over my teeth, my mouth runs away at the memory, “Braden laid out my clothes every morning. I’d wake up and put on what he chose. They always skirted on the edge of inappropriate, and guys would assume I really was a nympho, and he was a saint for taking charge of my wayward ass, but who even has those types of exchanges?”

“You behaved well, Cora,” Braden groaned as I sucked him off in our bed. “I could smell your arousal when that man said he’d eat your ass if you met him in the bathroom stall. So naughty. If you swallow every drop, I’ll lick your sweet pussy. You want me to, right?” He brushes my hair aside to meet my watery stare. ”Right, Cora? I will reward you for your obedience. Remember that. You’re lucky I love you.”

I moaned around his cock, my center wet from his approval. Then his fingers tightened on my larynx, choking me. I kept my jaw relaxed as he stabbed his dick down my throat until he finished. I nearly passed out before he released me with a smug grin, “You’re tired. Perhaps another time. Also, maybe next time you won’t act like a fucking zombie when I promise pleasure. Ungrateful little bitch, sleep on the dog bed tonight.”

Braden pushed me away, rolled over, and fell asleep, knowing I would do what he ordered.

“Coralee,” Jax’s deep rasp pulls me back from dark memories. His expression holds no sympathy or anger, only acceptance. “He picked perverted assholes to demean you. Do you really think I’d let that sick fuck convince me you are anything but a wonderful person?”

Gah, he’s so rational. “No, but Braden’s a manipulator. I wish I had met you the first time I left him.”

He sighs heavily, “I’m here now. What did you plan on doing after walking all the way into town?”

I sit back down, tossing my hands in the air. “No idea,” I laugh humorlessly. “I thought if I got away from here, he wouldn’t find out about you. He’ll kill you if he realizes we’re living together.”

“You weren’t running from me?”

I turn on my knees, facing him, and he leans in, meeting my earnest stare. “No, not at all, Jax. I swear. You’re so incredibly sweet. I’ve been in this house for only a few days, and it’s surreal how comfortable I am.”

His calloused fingers graze my cheek. “Good. Don’t leave, Coralee. Stay with me. I want you here.”

“Me too,” I confess, scooting closer until the heat of his body mixes with mine. “Thank you for your kindness. For hearing me out and not judging me for behaving like a lunatic.”

He inhales sharply, laying his palm on my leg. “Stop it. I’m glad you escaped his terrible influence. No need to thank me, Sunflower. Everything will be okay.”

I kiss Jax again and sag with relief when he responds. He wraps a muscular arm around my shoulder, taking control, pulling me onto his lap.

His touch is firm but gentle at the same time.

Jax knows how to kiss as he tilts my hips so my breasts crash against his broad chest. He slides his hand down my back as his warm, wet tongue slowly and thoroughly explores my mouth. I’m lost in the sensual movement of his lips over mine when he squeezes my right ass cheek before smacking it.

“Ah!” I squealed in surprise, “Jax!”

He chuckles, giving me a sexy smirk. “That’s enough. I won’t rush you.”

I inwardly pout, but he has a point. We have a lot to figure out before becoming intimate. We’re in a better place, but now I’m turned on. My emotions are on a roller coaster without brakes today!

“You’re not,” I assure him before nipping his bottom lip. “Touch me, Jax.”

He groans, and it rumbles across my skin, hitting me where I need it most.

Gripping my waist as I caress his hair, his lower half shifts to accommodate my weight. He keeps the sides short, but his mop of dark locks is as soft as I imagined, and I grab a fistful, urging him on.

Again our mouths melt together, and I explore his brawny chest and shoulders with abandon. He’s hard everywhere, including the hidden package pressed against my upper thigh. When I reach down, he stops me with a tight tug on my wrist.

We regard each other breathlessly.

“You test my restraint, Coralee,” he mumbles, and I shiver at the heavy lust in his voice. With one last kiss, he plucks me back onto the cushion as if nothing happened. “How about we make dinner and then watch a movie?”

Disappointed, but satisfied, I agree, “Laundry calls.” I stand on shaky knees, catching him adjusting himself. “I’m sorry I worried you, Jax.”

“I understand.” He hands me the box I forgot about. “For you, my Sunflower.”

Smiling shyly, I open the gift. A necklace? He’s given me a sunflower charm the size of my thumb, strung on a thick silver chain. It’s cute and thoughtful. “Wow, you’re so generous. I love it. Thank you.”

Jax handles the pendant deftly for having such meaty fingers. “Keep it on, so you always have a piece of me with you. Promise?”

I looked up into his clear gray eyes. “Okay.”

He is too good to be true, this man.

Chapter 4

* Jaxxen *

I must be out of my mind buying Coralee tight pants and shirts that show off her full figure. Every time I look at her, I want to see what she has on underneath. I wonder if she found the racy lingerie I secreted into her closet. It was an asshole move, but I want her to know I think she’s sexy and deserves everything.

In the morning we make breakfast side by side and I can’t resist kissing the back of her exposed neck, breathing in her scent, pressed my front against her ass. My lovely girl giggles and turns to kiss me and the bacon burned while we mouth-fucked each other against the sink.

When we ate in comfortable silence, I ruminate about the anger I experienced coming home to find her gone. I’m glad she was all smiles and laughs after our conversation about her running off but couldn’t accept Coralee wasn’t running from me until she said it to my face. The last thing I need is for her to consider me another asshole like Braden who’s locking her up.

I hadn’t wanted to give her the sunflower necklace that had a locator in it, especially after hearing how that bastard had embedded one under her skin, but I did it for my peace of mind. Not telling her about it is a dickhead move, but I’ll deal with her anger if she finds out. I’m not a saint, justifying it as wanting to keep her safe.

I clear my thoughts saying, “Wylan will be here tomorrow. Why don’t we go into town and stock up?”

Coralee looks down fiddling with her fork, “If that’s what you want.”

Apprehension rolls off of her and once again I remind her she has choices, “Hey, you don’t have to come. Just write down the things you like to eat. I told you before Coralee, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

She visibly relaxes but still avoids my gaze. Sighing, I gather up the dirty dishes, cleaning up as she writes a list. I can’t wait to find out what Wylan uncovered. I know a little, between what Coralee confessed and a vague report Wylan sent my way. She’s in for the shock of her life.

“We will start your training when I get back,” I tell her, crossing my arms after pocketing the paper she wrote on.

She blinks in surprise, “Training?”

“Yes. Have you ever ran before?”

She smirks, “For years.”

Funny girl. I suppose I could have worded that better. “Exercise. It’s important to build up your strength for long periods of endurance. Follow me.”

Coralee gives me that cute frown-squint, biting her lip. I smirk, taking her lip out with my finger before giving her a light pop on the ass. She giggles, following me outside. I open the door to the detached outbuilding. She takes in the GYM equipment with interest.

“While I’m gone, I want you to do two miles on the treadmill,” I point at the machine in the corner, “Later this week I’ll show you the path I run on, but this will do for now.”

Stepping over to the large hanging heavy bag, I point to a pair of wrists strap lifting gloves, “I’ll order you your own pair, check them out. Questions?”

Her hazel eyes flit around the room, “Impressive. No wonder you’re so fit Jax.”

I nod in agreement, “You will be too. Catch you later, Sunflower.”

I don’t glance back to see what Coralee will do as I head into the house. In my bedroom, I lift the floorboard near the dresser, after pinning in the safe code, extract a few hundred bills, then closed it all up again. I only use cash when in public.

When I pass the bedrooms hear Coralee banging around, probably changing. I grin as I start up the Jeep, happy Coralee is so agreeable to bettering herself because I need her strong and self-reliant to keep up. Learning how to steer her in certain directions is a slow process, but I’m getting there.

The supermarket in Perla is the only one in the thirty miles radius, so selection’s crap. In the jeep, I scan Coralee’s request, smirking when I see she wants chocolate. Women. The ladies behind the cash registers flirt with me when I make a rare appearance. I indulged them, in case I ever wanted a warm body, but now completely ignore them.

I stock up on the beer Wylan likes or had liked last time we hung out. Wylan and I hadn’t needed to meet since I moved to Perla. I frown, realizing I’m excited about the prospect of violence that is inevitably coming my way. I left that life behind because I wanted more, but if I have to put men in the ground to help Coralee won’t hesitate.

“Hello Jax,” the tall redhead at the resister purrs when I toss items her way, “That’s a lot of food. Throwing a party?”

I grunt, turning to the impulse shelf behind me, grabbing a dozen different chocolate bars. I notice the girl giving me an odd look, but impatiently ignore her. After I paid she tried to ask me some silly question about going to the towns annual rodeo, but walk away like I’ve already forgotten she exists. I can’t hold back the grin when she mutters I’m an asshole, willing to bet she would still fuck me. Girls like her like assholes.

Stopping by the only liquor store, I buy a few bottles of Jack Daniels and pause at the wine section. Coralee isn’t twenty-one but I pick out a bottle of some fruity looking crap. She will hear a lot of bad news in less than a day and may need it.

“Hello Jax,” the old man that owns the store greets me like I come here all the time, “Wine? Got yourself a woman, boy?”

I smile with a shrug, “It’ll probably sit for a while. Never can be too prepared, right?”

When I’m on the road again, I experience a pinch of regret I can’t tell anyone about Coralee. It’s like she’s a dirty secret. I know that’s how it has to be for now but it stings.

Coralee’s still out in the GYM when I arrive, so hurry to unload and unpack the grocery before changing into my shorts and shoes then sneak through the door. Shit, she’s wearing a tight red top and leggings with new running shoes. I grow hard watching her breasts bounce as she runs on the treadmill. I need to order her proper exercise attire.

“Not done yet?”

Coralee jumped, then let out a squeal as she loses her footing. I spring forward, shutting the machine down, wrapping my arms around her sweaty waist. She giggles, her damp hair falling across my arms. Coralee smells even better like this. I smirk, letting her go before looking down. She ran five miles.

“When I said catch you later I didn’t mean literally,” I deadpan, walking over to the weightlifting set on the opposite side of the room ignoring the need to keep her in my arms, “Ever lift?”

Coralee makes that cute nose scrunched up look, “No. What about my life made you think I lifted weights?”

I chuckle, “Right. Come over here and show me how strong you are.”

I try to stay focused as she sat down on the bench, biting her lip. Shaking my head go to the weight rack coming back with two twenty pound dumbbells, making her take them. She listens as I coach her through the proper technique. Her arms are fairly toned, but after five minutes they shake.

“Nice equipment,” Coralee pants when I take the weights back, “Are you going to teach me to fight?”

“Yes,” I peak at my watch, “Why don’t you go shower and I’ll do my workout before dinner?”

“Can’t I stay?”

I pull her off of the bench, keeping her hand in mine, “No. You’re quite a distraction Sunflower.”

Coralee licks her lips, which I take as an invitation to kiss. She sighs against my mouth, making me mad with lust. Her body fits so right against mine. I slide one hand down to her firm ass, squeezing a cheek. When Wylan arrives, it won’t be like this. The thought makes me kiss her warm mouth harder, and she shivers against my chest.

“I like it when you kiss me,” she admits breathlessly when I lift my head, knowing we have to stop.

I step back, needing distance, “I like kissing you. Go shower.”

She tosses her long hair back, hazel eyes flashing with a warning, “So bossy. See you inside Jax.”

I ignore her comment because I will always be bossy, which I think she kinda likes. I spend a good half hour on the heavy bag with my mind planning the punishment I can’t wait to one day dispense on Braden. Coralee is a wonderful woman, which a douche-bag like Braden doesn’t even deserve to breathe the same air.

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I had forgotten how much women found Wylan attractive until Coralee watched him get out of his rental car the next afternoon. Her eyes widen, cheeks flushing that adorable pink. Shit, all I need is for Wylan to see that.

“Hey,” I shake his hand on the porch, “Thanks for coming. This is Coralee.”

Wylan’s blue eyes scan her once, “Nice to meet you,” he holds up luggage.

I jerk my head for him to follow, going to the extra guest room that only has a bed inside. My house hasn’t seen this much company… ever.

I shut the door, “How long can you stay?”

Wylan tosses one bag on the bed, keeping the other, “Until she knows everything. I don’t have a job right now. Coralee’s a little young for you, Jax.”

I smirk, “Meaning?”

“She’s more my age.”

I laugh humorlessly, “Foremost, I’m helping her. She trusts me.”

Wylan doesn’t seem convinced but says, “If you say so. Have you told her about your past?”

I shake my head, opening the door, “Let’s get to it.”

Coralee’s in the kitchen when we join her. Wylan places his bag on the table, then sorts files. She asks if we want anything to drink, but I take out two beers. I need a buzz to deal with her tears. Coralee is strong. I saw her almost cry a couple of times, but she never did. She turned them into anger or reason instead. Tonight I’m certain there will be tears, but I’m here to build her back up.

“Sit down Coralee,” I smile, patting the back of the chair next to Wylan, “We’re going to go through some things, okay?”

Her eyes drop to the mug of coffee she holds, nodding. Wylan picks up a photo of a man with blonde hair, blue eyes, sporting a perfect fucking smile.

“Is this Braden?” his voice gentle when asking.

I rest my hands under my chin, silently observing. Coralee gives a curt nod. I spin the picture my way, seeing it was taken outside a restaurant. Braden sat alone, but his smile seems knowing as if he knew he was being tailed. I quirk an eyebrow at Coralee catching her eyeing me.

“He doesn’t look like the devil, huh?” she rasps, sadness etched around her down-turned mouth.

I tilt my head, “They never do.”

Wylan shifts in his seat and she frowns his way, “Look, Cora, I found out something that will sound bizarre, but I swear it’s true. The couple who adopted you weren’t truthful. They were your handlers, supposed to care for you until you turned eighteen.”

Coralee looks completely confused, as am I, but I keep my face a flat calm, “Handlers? What does that mean?”

Wylan stabs a hand through his short brown hair before picking out another picture. This one is an older man, maybe in his sixties with classic Irish looks. I hope I’m wrong in where this seemed to be going. With what Coralee had said about paying protection to the Conry family, and Braden kidnapping her, I can see the puzzle pieces locking into place.

“Like it sounds. This is Patrick Conry, head of the family. Your real father.”

Coralee inhales sharply, “How do you know?”

“I just do. Your mom died when you were five, a car accident. Patrick was already married and sent you to live with the Winters, paying them to take care of you until he could marry you off. I mean, that’s what usually happens to the illegitimate daughters of men like him. The people you thought your parents were paying, probably made sure everything was going well.”

Coralee stands up, covering her mouth. I straighten, ready to catch her if she falls apart. Her eyes burn with anger once more, taking back the emotions. Fuck if I don’t love and hate how Coralee fights against herself.

She clears her throat, “I need a drink.”

I jump to my feet, “I bought wine.”

She laughs, but it’s without mirth, “Get the whiskey.”

I awkwardly pat her tense shoulder before going into the kitchen to grab a bottle and three glasses. I glance back, seeing Wylan cover Coralee’s hand when she sits down. He whispers something to her, and my chest tightens.

I bang the glasses down on the table a little harder than necessary sitting down, “If Patrick is her father, why did Braden snatch her?”

Wylan flips through a few more photos as I pour drinks. Coralee weakly smiles in thanks before gulping the whole glass down.

I refilled it asking, “Ever sneak a drink at Toms?”

She shakes her head, “No. Braden let me have drinks before Enzo or his other friends came over. I can hold my liquor.”

“This Enzo?” Wylan shoves a picture of a pock-marked looking thug forward.

“Ugly,” I grunt, then swallow my shot.

“He is a fucking pig,” Coralee swears.

I resist the urge to laugh, knowing Coralee will take it the wrong way. Coralee doesn’t swear much, and I’m surprised. “What do you have on him Wylan?”

“He’s a Romano, Italian. Second cousin or something. I figure he and Braden burned the Winters, faking Coralee’s death to gain leverage. What kind, is the mystery. When she ran, Braden didn’t have it anymore. He’s probably afraid the Conry’s will find out.”

“So, my real dad thinks I’m dead?” she frowns at the picture of Patrick, “How did you find all this out? Will Braden come here?”

Wylan shoots her a big grin, making her flush. Pretty boy. “No Cora, you’re safe.”

“No wonder,” she snatches the bottle, refilling her glass, “Now I know why he kept telling me I was lucky.”

Wylan and I exchange confused expressions, so I ask, “What do you mean?”

Coralee flushes again, looking first to Wylan, then me before muttering, “I’m a virgin.”

My heart skips a beat.

I swallow hard against a suddenly dry mouth.

She’s a fucking virgin and mine to protect.

Avenge.

Oh, Braden better be living it up because when I get my hands on his sadist ass he’ll never see the light of day again.

Chapter 5

* Coralee *

The last thing I want to confess to two gorgeous men is that I’m a virgin. I can’t even meet Jax’s intense gaze, hoping he’ll continue to kiss me and not treat me like a broken doll when he hears the rest.

The alcohol hits fast and hard, making the news of how deep Braden deception runs messy in my head. How can I still have a parent out in the world? Does he think about me? Did he even love me?

Patrick Conry is in the mob. I had heard his name a few times around my old neighborhood, but my parents never once talked about him. I’m stunned by the fact Wylan said they might have had plans to marry me off. Does that kind of thing still happen? Was that why Braden kept me a virgin? He had no problems raping my ass whenever he wanted.

Braden sat on the bed with a strange object in one hand, the other holding a bottle, “I know sometimes I scare you Cora, and for that, I can’t exactly apologize for as we both know I like controlling you. Having said that, I will prepare you to take me anally.”

I let out a whimper.

He caressed the top of my head, gliding the strange object over the ball gag, “Shh… I swear I’ll be gentle. See this?” he held up the bottle, “It’s lube. Plus, this anal plug is the smallest to start out with. I won’t fuck your ass tonight. We’ll just leave it in for a while. I bet it will make your sweet little pussy so wet you’ll beg me to lick it all up,” he smirked, now running the plug down my ass, “You would if you able talk I mean. You look so beautiful tied up like this. Now, dry those tears and maybe I’ll let you come later.”

I tried to stop the tears, but as he straddled my form, I panicked, yanking on the ties. Face-down position was the worse, never knowing what Braden would do. I couldn’t see, but I felt the cool liquid sliding down my ass-crack. Braden liked my tears even though he constantly told me not to cry.

It hurt. My ass was on fire. He chuckled, kissing my shoulder, pressing the object harder inside of me. I screamed around the ball-gag, choking on my spit. He laughed when I could do nothing but cry and whimper.

“I love you, Cora. My beautiful princess. You make me so damn happy when you submit. You’re a lucky girl.”

In and out he plunged me with the butt plug until pleasure built to the point I wriggled like a worm on a hook. The pleasure I always found even when Braden disgusted me. I moaned with his dark, lust filled tone in my ear promising he would always love me.

I never cried after that. Braden always made me want more.

“Coralee,” Jax deep voice once again brings me out of my stupor, “Er, you told me Braden would let Enzo watch?”

Didn’t he believe me? My face flushes with embarrassment and the burn of alcohol, “Do I need to say it, Jax?”

His jaw ticks, “Braden sodomized you?”

I peer into my empty glass, nodding, “Braden kept my virginity for himself, saying it was for our wedding day. Every day he would remind me how lucky I was, but it always made me confused… considering everything else he did.”

Wylan snags his beer saying in a soft voice, “I’m sorry that man did that to you Cora. He’s disappeared by the way. No one has heard anything from him in eight months.”

I stare at Wylan. He’s a good-looking man. He doesn’t seem much older than me, but he has to be from the way he handles himself. His striking blue eyes hold mine, “I left eight months ago. He brought me to a new location last time, instead of his house in the city. I wonder if he was hiding then too?”

“Possibly,” Wylan frowns in contemplation, “Enzo is going about business like normal, but when I checked his phone records, I saw nothing unusual. How did Braden find you?”

I shift my chair, avoiding Jax’s gaze, “Braden loves me. In his own mind, he believed it when I said it back. He would let me go out with a guard a few times a month to a spa. Braden liked me plucked clean, sparing no expense for how I presented myself. After I turned eighteen things changed. He gave me my license back, letting me drive myself, with a guard of course, to where I needed to be.”

“Just like that?” Wylan’s tone is wary like I’m holding something back so I force myself to relive that terrible day.

“No, I was stupid. One day I ran from the spa while his man was in the bathroom. I wore several expensive pieces of jewelry to pawn for money. I came out of a shop an hour later when I noticed Braden standing outside with a shit-eating grin. The pawn broker refused to help me.”

“He already tagged you,” Jax growls, making me more nervous.

I dislike telling these things about my past but if Wylan and Jax want to help, they need to know how crafty and twisted Braden is. I’ve spent years putting up with his mind games.

“Yes,” I swallow thickly, “He took me home, stripped me down and made me sit naked in front of his friends all night. I wasn’t even allowed to use the bathroom. I had no idea how he had found me because I’d taken the bus across the city. Later that night he set up a circle of mirrors making me sit staring at myself until I noticed anything different about my body.”

“Sick fuck,” Wylan mutters, “You don’t have to tell me more. I’ll help Jax find Braden and then we can go from there. No one stays hidden forever not even you, honey.”

I flinch, “No crap. That’s the reason I never stay in one place longer than a few months tops. I should leave within another week as it is.”

“No,” Jax stands up, looking pissed, “We already discussed this Coralee.”

Wylan glances at us both in amusement although I find none of this funny, “Whoa man, it’s her life.”

Jax glares at his friend, then points a thick finger in my direction, “No more running Coralee.”

Alcohol burns through my veins when I jump to my feet, pointing back at his frustrated face, “If Braden is missing then he’s looking for me. He’s obsessed. He’ll kill you both.”

Wylan snorts, getting to his feet as well while gathering the folders and pictures into a neat pile, “We’ll go through the rest later. Cora, nobody is getting past me or Jax.”

I huff and hold on to the edge of the table, “What makes you so sure?”

Jax licks his sexy lips, “I’ll show you one thing. Come here.”

One thing? I only want to see one thing and it’s in his tight jeans. Gah, I’m drunk! I take a deep breath and pretend I don’t want to rip Jax’s clothes off. Jax rakes his eyes up and down my body like he senses where my thoughts are at. The ticking of his jaw muscles tells me he’s still pissed.

Even though I can sense Jax’s anger, it’s not aimed at me. Every time I talk about Braden he gets this murderous look on his handsome face. I follow him to the front area, Wylan trailing behind. Jax takes out his cell phone but also hits the wall beside the coat rack. I’m surprised when a panel slides back, revealing a complicated computer screen. Suddenly the house shutters and metal slatted plates come down covering every single window in the house. I yelp, making the men chuckle. I slap Jax arm, playfully.

“The windows are bulletproof,” he informs me, “There’s also a panic room in my office.”

“Wow,” I don’t know what to say, “Are you one of those doomsdays preppers?”

Jax hits a few buttons on the screen and the house goes back to its original state, “No. Who’s hungry?”

“Really?” I place my hands on my hips, “Who has a house that turns into a tank unless they’re planning for war?”

Jax leans close to my face, and my skin prickles. Every time he’s near me my hormones explode, “I do.”

I lock eyes with him, fighting a smile, “You even boss around inanimate objects.”

Jax barks out a laugh, peering down at me with his insane silver eyes, licking his lips like he wants to kiss me, but Wylan’s laughing at us. He winks instead, walking away. I turn around to see Wylan giving me a contemplative expression.

“What?” I bristle.

He shakes his head, giving me an innocent smile, “Nothing, honey.”

Honey? I ignore Wylan and follow Jax into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Wylan silently observed us as we work to make a meal of baked potato, salad, and ribs I stuck in the oven earlier.

“I almost became drunk,” I admit when we sit down to eat, “I’m such a lightweight now.”

“Stress amplifies it,” Jax comments like it’s no big deal.

“How old are you Wylan?” I can’t help but ask.

Wylan picks at his salad like it’s alive, “Twenty-four. Your birthday is next month, right?”

I nod, realizing these men know more about me than I will probably learn about them, “The big two-one,” I chew a piece of meat before asking another question, “Should I let my family believe I’m dead?”

Jax slams his fork on the plate making me jump, “What makes you suspect they already don’t? I keep going back to the fact Braden paraded you around in the same city as the Conry’s. Even if he hadn’t, Braden had people in his house. Men that fucking saw you naked and humiliated.”

I’m not hungry anymore, realizing Jax has a very sick point. There were times when the men around Braden would look uncomfortable when he punished me but did nothing. Did they recognize who I was? Did my father not give a crap after my mom and dad died?

Wylan’s not affected by Jax’s outburst saying, “I speculated at first the point of killing the Winters was to gain leverage. Maybe Paddy sold you.”

“Paddy?” I clutch my stomach feeling sick.

“Patrick mostly goes by Paddy,” Wylan shrugs one shoulder, “Tucker City is a mess. I couldn’t hit the streets like I normally would to discover information about you Cora.”

“Why not?” I pick up my water glass hoping to calm my belly.

“No telling if a word would get back to Braden or Enzo and tail me right to you and Jax. We need a plan.”

“Coralee,” Jax’s deep voice calls, and I take in his concerned expression, “Let’s just enjoy dinner, leave the rest until the morning. Wylan will stick around for a while and together we’ll find Braden, okay?”

His reassuring tone and smile relax the cramping in my chest. I exhale, returning his smile. We finish dinner without talking again.

They never answered my question.

Chapter 6

* Jaxxen *

“You weren’t lying then when you said you are just helping Cora? She needs all the help she can get with a family like hers. I admit Cora is pretty fucking hot though. ”

I want to punch Wylan in his smug mouth, but pick up my gloves instead, “It’s not like that. When I saw Coralee, I felt something.”

“Awe,” Wylan tugged at his tank top, rounding the heavy bag, “Are you in love Jax?”

I grit my teeth, pulling the gloves on, “Maybe.”

Wylan pauses, “Okay, this is new. I knew living out here with no pussy would be dangerous to your health.”

I feint a punch towards his head, “You’re full of piss this morning.”

He laughs, stepping back, “Sleeping in the same house with a virgin will do that to any man.”

I slap my palm against his face with more force than I meant to, making him scowl, “Show a little tack man. Coralee is a good woman asshole.”

He looks contrite but his eyes are still full of mischief, “Sorry Jax. Yeah, she is. Actually, I’ve never seen you smile so much as when she’s in the same room. It’s like I don’t even recognize Killer White.”

I smirk at my old nickname, “That’s because I left that life behind. I had my quiet time, now I want Coralee.”

“And everyone better get out of the way of what you want,” he rolls his eyes, going back to the bag, “I wonder though, why do you suppose Braden didn’t fuck Cora? Man, I’m surprised she’s as stable as she appears after going through that shit. She didn’t even cry.”

I sigh heavily, having thought about the same issue all night long while laying in bed, recalling the time Coralee tried to grab my cock like she knows what to do. I’m sure she does after being used as a party favor by Braden, but losing your virginity to an asshole like me isn’t something she should want. The secrets she hides made me nearly to go to her room to demand answers.

She’s hiding something but the thought of Coralee crying without my dumb ass comforting her makes my fist tighten. I noticed how she had a hard time meeting my eyes after admitting she’s still a virgin which is nothing to be embarrassed about. She’s so young and yet when we talk and laugh I don’t see a twenty-year-old. I look at a beautiful woman with potential and a heart so big it squeezes mine.

“Well?” Wylan tilts his head.

I clear my throat and thoughts of Coralee’s intact virginity, “I’ll be sure to thank him when I catch up.”

He hoots, “Cocky much? How serious have you guys become in the space of two weeks? Maybe I should show her a little-”

“Don’t,” I growl, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Let it go. She’ll have breakfast ready soon.”

Wylan holds up his hands with a playful wink, “Just busting your balls fucker. She’s too tall. I like my women tiny so I can put them in my pocket.”

I huff out a chuckle, relaxing. Wylan’s a crazy kid. I met him a few years back when he tried to hack into my bank account, hiring him after he simply laughed after I knocked his ass out. Wylan has crazy skills, and we became good friends before I left my old life behind.

“I noticed the necklace,” Wylan says a while later before we enter the house, a serious gaze replacing the playfulness that’s usually there, “Does she know?”

I shrug feeling the weight of my sneaky actions between my shoulder blades, “She’s a runner. People are looking for her.”

“Jax,” he exhales, “Be careful. She’s already escaped once from a psycho.”

I bristle turning to glare at his cocky sneer, “The fuck you mean?”

He nods towards the house unaffected by my anger, “Cora’s not stupid. She may like you’re brooding ass for now, but I know how you can be. If you try to control her, she’ll run.”

I ignore him, heading into the house. Wylan has no clue about Coralee. She needs me. I have never been so certain about anything or anyone in my life. Glimpsing her long strawberry-blonde hair when I go up the stairs, a pang of worry clenches my guts. Wylan’s right, I can’t keep her if she doesn’t want to stay. It’s all too soon to worry about, I tell myself, she’s here now and it’s good enough.

When I return downstairs after showering, I hear Wylan and Coralee laughing at the kitchen table. She beams a smile my way and I can’t resist dipping down to smack my lips on hers. Coralee’s cheeks flush then she ducks her head like I won’t kiss the shit outta those sweet lips again. This is the first time I’ve kissed her in front of Wylan and I don’t miss the way his eyes narrow.

“Breakfast is on the counter,” she mutters, eyes roaming over my body.

I wink because it makes her turn a deeper shade of pink, “Thanks.”

Wylan sighs, clutching his chest like an idiot, “Domestic fucking bliss.”

I shoot him the finger then collected my food. Coralee is a great cook I’m finding out. Too bad that dick-hole Braden had been the one to teach her. I’m puzzled by a lot of things he did with Coralee. The man is a piece of work.

“What’s on the agenda today?” Coralee asks when I sit down.

“What would you like to do?” I want to call her Sunflower but refrain around Wylan. I don’t need more teasing from that asshole.

“Can you teach me how to throw knives?”

I nearly choked on my eggs, “Um… you want to learn knife throwing?”

She grins nodding excitedly, “I want to use Braden’s picture for practice.”

Wylan smacks the table in mock shock and I laugh at her creativity.

He smirks, leaning close to her face, “I’ll hang up Enzo picture too, honey.”

I glare briefly at his affectionate tone, then focus on my girl, “Sure thing. I own a set. You can practice in the field out back.”

Coralee grins so big I wish I had a camera. She’s truly beautiful. I look at my plate so I don’t stare, finishing breakfast since they already ate. Wylan runs upstairs to get the pictures while Coralee cleans the kitchen.

Not one to miss a chance with Coralee, I push her against the counter, wrapping my arms around her waist, “You have to promise me you’ll use your knife-wielding skills for good, Sunflower.”

She quirks her lips up at that, “I’m honestly surprised you have throwing knives. I’ll ask again, who are you, Jax?”

I plant my lips on hers instead of answering. She melts against me like warm butter as I run my mouth down her slender neck, inhaling her sugary scent. My hands move down to cup her perfect ass and she wriggles against my body and the counter letting out a little moan that makes my dick jerk. I will never tire of how Coralee affects me. I don’t deserve someone as sweet as her in my life, but I will hold her for as long as she lets me.

“Are you okay?” I question, gazing into her multicolored eyes, noting the blue stands out more than the green today since she’s wearing a navy pullover, “You can lean on me.”

“I’m not broken,” she rasps, clutching my biceps hard enough I feel her nails dig in and my cock likes it, growing painfully hard, “Don’t treat me like I am.”

“Never,” I growl, “Don’t misunderstand my intentions. Do I need to repeat myself? You’re strong and I fucking love how you protect yourself, but I’m here. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you.”

“Jax…” she starts to protest so I slam my mouth down on hers so she can’t deny how we fit together.

“Is this how dishes are done out here in Montana?” Wylan drawls.

I let go of Coralee after one last lingering kiss that makes her whimper, “In my house, yes.”

The morning is the most interesting one I’ve had in years. After pinning a line of pictures to the spare plywood boards I dug out of the scrap shed, taught Coralee how to turn her wrist too properly flick the blade. Wylan showed off, of course, hitting one of Braden pictures continually into his forehead. Coralee liked that, clapping, making me laugh at her morbid encouragement.

By the time lunchtime rolls around, her stances good and sticks the knife a few times. She never once became frustrated, impressing me. I’ve never worked weapons with a woman before, and expected her to at least stomp her feet or pout once, but not Coralee. She had patience and allowed me to help when I pointed out mistakes. I felt in those hours even more certain she’s the one for me.

“Not bad,” Wylan nods in approval when she nails the picture of Enzo at last, “I’m starved.”

“This was so much fun! I can make turkey sandwiches,” Coralee places the knives back into the leather sheath, “Give me ten minutes.”

“Thanks, honey.”

I grit my teeth confused to why Wylan insists on calling her ′honey’. He’s never resorted to pet names in the past. I tell myself to calm down, throwing once more to nail Braden between his eyes.

“She’s not here to wait on you,” I snap at Wylan before gathering the knives and returning them to my safe in the GYM. I have safes all over the property in case I need a weapon.

In the house I check my phone, seeing a voice mail. Wylan and Coralee sit down to eat as I listen to old Mrs. Pills explain I have packages that arrived at the post office instead of my house. It happens now and then. While I eat, I tell the two I’m popping into town, certain the packages are Coralee’s new workout clothes. I can’t wait to see her in tight gear.

“I’ll keep her company,” Wylan winks at Coralee.

She rolls her eyes, making me smirk, “You’re a helpless flirt Wylan. How about you keep Ren and Stimpy company while I figure out what we’ll have for dinner?”

He pouts, “Cold Cora.”

“That’s me, Icy Cora at your service,” she returns with a flip of her long hair.

“I’m told you’re not here to service me,” he drawls with an obvious innuendo causing Coralee to flush up to her ears.

Chuckling I stand up to leave but not without giving him a warning look, “Behave Wylan.”

Coralee follows me out to the jeep while the dogs jump on my legs hoping for a ride. I cave, ushering them inside the vehicle. She places a chaste kiss on my lips, and I pat her ass because my hands are drawn to her juicy globes every time she touches me.

“Let’s grill tonight,” I suddenly crave steak, “I’ll grab a new propane tank in town.”

Her smile is soft and so is her sweet voice, “Sounds perfect.”

I wink, starting the Jeep, “Sure does.”

Anything that includes that girl smiling at me like that is perfect. I’m turning into a damn sap, but hell if I care.

Chapter 7

* Coralee *

There’s something about Jaxxen and Wylan I can’t put my finger on. I observed them all morning, concluding they are dangerous men. The way Jax casually and repeatedly tells me he’s not afraid of anyone makes me wonder if I let Jax bully me into his life.

When Jax peers into my eyes and speaks it’s as if he sees into my heart and don’t get me started on how he kisses and touches my body as if he’s been doing it forever. He demolishes any thoughts of leaving and it will cost me in the end because I can’t afford to settle down and play house.

I fell asleep the night before fretting over the way Jax smirked when the metal shutters barred the house like he’s in constant danger. Maybe Braden isn’t the only one I should fear.

Then there’s Wylan, who flirts and shoots me odd looks as if he’s trying to figure me out. He gathered information about my entire life in less than a week, a little creepy considering I don’t even know the guy. After Jax took off to Perla, I realize Wylan doesn’t care one way or the other if I catch his blue-eyed stare.

Wylan smirks, joining me on the porch after the dust from Jax jeep settles, “Wanna get high, honey?”

I stare as he produces a joint from a small tin. He lights up, inhaling before taking a seat at the small table at the other end of the porch. As I continue to fix him with an unimpressed gaze, he pulls a gun out from behind his back and sets it on the table.

Guns don’t scare me, it’s the people behind the trigger that do. I made Braden consent to never bring one in the house. It was the only time he listened. He probably worried I’d shoot him and back then I might have.

It crosses my mind to go to my room or take a walk until Jax returns but this as an opportunity to get answers while he’s away. Wylan doesn’t act as secretive or against my need to flee from Braden. The night before he agreed it’s my life and my decision to leave.

I sit beside him at the deck table asking, “How long have you known Jax?”

Wylan offers me the blunt, but I shake my head no, “Few years. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours Cora?”

Biting my lip, I try to not ogle the handsome man in front of me. Wylan’s blatant sky-blue eyes and smirking mouth could crack any female resistance. Not that I figure many reject his obvious charms. I think if Jax could have peed on me when Wylan showed up, he would’ve. Jax scowls every time Wylan flirts with me, but the man doesn’t seem to take anything seriously.

“Was Jax in the military or something making him move out here and turn his house into a transformer?”

Wylan huffs out a chuckle, “No. Hasn’t Jax told you anything about himself? What have you two been doing out here if not… talking?”

Rolling my eyes at his obvious innuendo wave towards the woods, “Jax spends his time out there. We talk, but it’s mostly what we like or dislike or my past. I’ve asked, but he changes the subject.”

“You think you can get information out of me?” he scoffs, “You’re pretty, but I’m not risking Jax’s wrath.” he shoots me a cocky grin, stabbing a hand through his shiny brown hair.

I look to the trees, “I just wonder what’s in it for Jax. Helping me, I mean. What’s in it for you?”

“Cora, you’re a smart girl. Shit, I applaud you getting this far away from that sick asshole Braden, but men like Jax don’t go around rescuing damsels in distress without a motive.”

My face grows hot and I narrow my eyes at Wylan. How dare he suggest Jax has insidious plans when he’s been nothing but kind? He inhales another hit, blowing the cloying smoke right into my face. I don’t blink, hating Wylan for making me feel used. Jax still kisses me, but after finding out I’m still a virgin, there’s hasn’t been time to talk.

“Should I leave?” I ask, unable to hide the hurt in my voice.

Wylan exhales, stubbing the blunt out before meeting my gaze with a smirk that’s a little to leering, “You tried that once, right? How did that turn out? No, meeting you changed my mind. I don’t want you to leave.”

“I suggested letting my father know I’m alive. Maybe Paddy could protect me and Jax’s life can go back to normal.”

Wylan leans forward, hands between his knees, “What makes you assume he’ll protect you? They aren’t good people Coralee. Your father gave you to an old couple so he could come back later and do whatever it was he planned.”

“You think he was coming back?”

“Why pay the Winters for seventeen years if he wasn’t?”

I shrug, looking away from his bright blues, “I’ve been alone for so long…”

Wylan places a hand on my knee, rubbing his thumb over the denim, “I know, honey. Stay here with Jax and you won’t be. Or, leave and take your chances like you have been.” his touch aims higher, so I catch his wrist with a sneer, “Hmm… shy Cora?”

I clench his wrist hard, “Do you have any shame?”

He smirks yanking out of my hold, “Nope. Life is too short. Plus, I can’t resist a virgin.”

What a jerk! I stand up to tell him off when we both hear a vehicle approach. I notice right away it’s not the Jeep from the slow tire roll. Wylan snatches the gun and grabs my arm at the same time. He shoved me towards the door, barking for me to get inside the cabin.

My heart’s in my mouth realizing I have no clue how to access the safety features of Jax’s home. I stumble into the house but stall when a red Toyota RAV4 comes to a stop and a woman steps out.

Bria.

The curvy, bleached blonde with painted red lips holding a plastic container stops cold when she catches sight of Wylan’s large body taking up space on the top porch step. Bria licks her ridiculously glossy lips as if she tastes Wylan from where she stands. A weird pang of jealousy hit me in the chest. She’s obviously here for Jax.

“Afternoon,” Wylan drawls when Bria continues to gawk, “What can I do for you?”

She clears her throat, then steps up in her expensive skirt and heels with a flirty smile, “Hello! Since Jax’s jeep isn’t here I assume he’s not home?”

“That’s right.”

“I’m Bria,” she extends a manicured hand, gold bracelets tinkling.

Wylan tips his head, shaking it once, “Peter. I’ll tell him you stopped by Bria.”

She flushes, looking past Wylan to spot me. I didn’t bother to go inside once I realized a woman and not an enemy stood in the driveway. Although, from the way her eyes narrow in on me, maybe I’m being too hasty.

“Cora, right?” Bria’s tone is noticeably icy.

Wylan turns giving me a warning look to keep my mouth shut. How weird is it I already know his mannerisms? I should go inside, but curiosity takes over my judgment since Jax isn’t around to keep me out of his business. Jax has every right to a personal life separate from our situation, but I remind myself he keeps insisting I trust him and I need to learn more before doing so.

I step onto the porch with a false smile, “Hello. How are you?”

Bria flashes Wylan a coy gaze under thick eyelashes ignoring me, “I brought my famous brownies for Jax. The fair and rodeo is next weekend, and I’m in the bake-off. He just loves my baking and thought I’d pop in for a visit.”

I’m sure she wants to do more than share her brownies from the way she’s dressed and keeps licking those blood-red lips at Wylan. I may have been a tad sheltered growing up, but after living with Braden and seeing every type of depravity men can fashion up for women, know she came over to fuck.

“That’s so sweet,” I bump Wylan’s hip with mine, “Right, Peter?”

Wylan grins at the blonde, thrusting his hand out, “I’ll make sure he knows you stopped by Bria. Cora and I are about to shower.”

My cheeks flame and Bria’s eyes pop, ”Oh… I tried to call but… thank you, Peter. You should both come to the fair next Saturday.”

Wylan keeps the smug grin fixed on his face, taking the container from Bria before he throws an arm around my shoulders, “We’ll sleep on it. Have a nice day.”

Clearly not used to being dismissed, let alone by a good-looking guy such as Wylan, she turned her flustered look to one of indifference, “You too,” her eyes roam over my outfit, “See you around Cora.”

I grimace when Wylan pulls me tighter against his hard frame. Gah, the way his fingers caress my upper arm does funny things to my body, “Yeah.”

As soon as Bria is out of slight I sling his arm off, “Seriously? A shower? We’ll Sleep on it?”

He cackles, leaning into my enraged face, “Could happen,” he dodges the swipe I aim at his chest, “Now I understand why Jax sticks around this Podunk town with an ass like that bringing him fucking baked goods. Her lips are made for sucking dick.”

I growl, letting my jealousy show as I stomp back into the house, slamming the door in his face and turning the lock.

“Awe, come on Cora! I’m sure she knows Jax doesn’t want her brownies anymore! Open the door! Cora? Dammit!”

Giggling as he bangs on the door, run upstairs. I could do with a break from the hotness of Wylan and Jax. Too much testosterone is making my lady parts crazy. Plus, I need to rethink Jax’s motivation for supporting me. He doesn’t work so where does the money come from?

I spent the rest of the afternoon organizing the clothes Jax bought me, having a good chuckle over the unopened box of Victoria Secret lingerie wondering how he knows my size. Men like to dream I suppose. An uncomfortable thought crossed my mind maybe Jax sees me as a conquest instead of a friend.

I curl up in the bed when the sun’s setting, skipping out on dinner but don’t care. All I’ve done lately is cook and clean. I had enough of that living with Braden. Although I told Jax I wish to be useful, need space tonight.

I crave information about Jax’s past but Wylan befuddled my good-guy view of the man who took me out of living above a bar then clothed and fed me asking for nothing in return. Wylan insinuated Jax expects something from me, and it’s not my housekeeping skills.

The box of lingerie I buried in the closet boils my blood.

I’m a virgin and they know, much to my mortification, along with how I lived.

My attraction to Jax is not just physical. When he caught me on the road after running I recognized the hurt in his eyes. The need for comfort. He’s as alone as I am. Jax truly wants to help, I know he does. He’s a bossy jerk sometimes, but his kindness shows everywhere I look.

I fell asleep then a while later the bed dipped and warm fingers brush across my cheek. The first person I normally assume to catch me unaware is Braden, coming to drag me back. It’s not him I smell, but the earthy masculine scent of the mountain man that’s burying himself in my heart and soul.

Opening my eyes, the low moonlight shining through window allows me to see Jax’s huge form, head propped up on one large forearm. I roll over, so we’re eye to eye. His body is so massive, I sometimes imagine he’d have been a formidable Viking in another life.

“Do you believe in reincarnation?” I whisper.

In the dim light, I see his eyebrows quirk up, “No.”

“What do you believe in Jax?”

His warm hand brushes the hair away from my face and I resist the urge to nuzzle into it, “For a long time I only accepted power and money worthy of my time. Figuring if I had both, there was nothing else I needed besides the control and fear that came along with it.”

Confused I ask, “Power, money, and fear is what you believe in?”

He runs a callused thumb across my cheek and I shiver under the tender touch, “Not anymore. What do you believe in, Sunflower?” he whispers near my mouth.

I melt into the mattress when he continues to caress my face as if he’s memorizing my features, ” Well, I used to go to church with my mom and dad presuming if I prayed hard enough… but now I don’t know if God ever heard me. It must have been the devil listening instead.”

His hand explores my body languidly, “Why do you say that when you look like an angel?”

Such a charmer.

I sigh when he rests a heated palm on my hip, “I only had one good girlfriend growing up. My friends called me a cock-tease because the boys at our school liked me, but I didn’t do much besides kissing or go to movies. My mom and dad didn’t notice because I wasn’t allowed to date. I was secretive, but the girls weren’t kind. Sometimes when I was with Braden, I wondered if trying to get boys attention caused everything.”

He kisses my lips murmuring, “They were jealous,” he leans back with a smirk twisting his sinful mouth, “Speaking of…”

I groan and try to push him away but of course, he doesn’t budge, “Bria. How are her famous brownies?”

Jax grabs my ass, heightening my arousal, ”Delicious. I saved you one.”

I shoot him a glare he probably can’t make out knowing I’d rather toss it into the trash than eat anything that woman made. Jax keeps smirking, leaning closer before slipping a hand between my legs, fingers pressing against my center. I inhale his manly scent, becoming instantly soaking wet. Jax attacks my mouth, lips and tongue so hot I wonder if he can burn me. I kiss him back just as fiercely, moaning when he cups my pussy. He’s so big I wondered what his cock looks like.

“Do you always wear jeans in bed?” he growls against my wet lips, pressing his erection against my stomach.

I push his chest once more, creating space although my body aches for more. It would be easy to lay here in the dark, pawing this gorgeous man, but we need to talk before things go too far. “What time is it?”

He nuzzles my neck, making me shiver and writhe against his impossibly hard chest, “After eight. I wanted to see if you’re hungry.”

I smile into his soft hair but this has to stop before I rip off my clothes because Jax lights my core up like the fourth of July, “Thank you. I’ll come downstairs in a few minutes.”

He lifts his head at my dull tone, “Bria isn’t in my life. I didn’t know she’d come here.”

I sit up facing away from his confused expression. Gah, why can’t I be a normal woman? “I found the lingerie and don’t want it. You don’t have to explain about Bria, Jax. We’re basically strangers and we each have our own lives. Unless there’s something you want to tell me?”

He springs off of the bed quite gracefully for a man his size, “I bought them because you deserve to feel special but yeah, I can tell you took it the wrong way. I’m sorry. I’ll see you downstairs.”

Shut down—again.

I roll my eyes going into the bathroom to wash my face. Things have to slow down until he tells me about his life. I could fall in love with Jax if I’m not careful. Every time his rough hands touch my skin I want more. So much more than someone like me deserves. Jax doesn’t know the first thing about what I deserve. If only I wasn’t such a coward, and he’d answer my damn questions perhaps we’d be sleeping together! Just imaging Jax’s body naked sends a thrill through mine. If I can tell him about my sordid past, so can he.

“Have a nice nap?” Wylan snips when I enter the dining area. There are four empty beer bottles and a deck of cards in front of him. The speakers in the walls play a song by Arcade Fire and it’s the first time I notice the hidden system. “Dirty pool locking me out Cora. I’ll get you back for that one.”

I shrug, sitting on the other side of the table. “Bring it.”

Jax joins us, picking up the deck and shuffles them like a seasoned pro. He doesn’t look at me when dealing the cards and it’s extremely awkward. I’m always so relaxed around Jax, the uncomfortable sensation makes me retreat to the kitchen. Wylan says something I can’t make out and Jax grunts. Was I too ungrateful throwing his generosity in his face? Why did I jump to conclusions? Jax’s been nothing but a gentleman except for pawing my covered body like a caveman. Damn Wylan for getting in my head.

The kitchen is clean as if they hadn’t eaten or cleaned up already. I rummage the fridge, taking out a yogurt and move into the den, switching on the TV. I eat fast because the men behind me are unnaturally quiet. After throwing away the trash I head outside to play with Ren and Stimpy.

“Good boy,” I coo when Stimpy brings me a stick to throw.

Ren and Stimpy are so playful that time passes and I find myself apart from the driveway and in the woods with the dogs running around as if they want me to run with them. I spin to pick up another stick and scream.

Wylan grins like a villain in a bad horror film, standing a mere five feet away.

“Jumpy?” he snickers in amusement. “Gotcha.”

I scowl and return my attention to Ren, who’s rubbing against my legs in an attempt to move me further into the darkness, “What are you doing creeping up on me?”

“We couldn’t see you from the house and I needed a smoke,” Wylan waves a lit joint in front of my face, “You shouldn’t stray when you don’t know your way.”

“You rhymed,” I toss a stick watching both dogs take off.

“You want some, honey?” Wylan holds the fat joint inches from my mouth.

I purse my lips, “I don’t do drugs.”

“Ever?”

The automatic lights behind us hide Wylan’s eyes so I can’t make out his astonished expression but I hear it in his tone, “It’s complicated. I get weird when I smoke pot.”

He tilts his head, “How weird?”

“Forget about it,” I mutter walking back to the house.

“Did Bria upset you so much you felt the need to hide in your room all day? Lock me out for saying she has cock sucking lips?” Wylan falls into step beside me, “I reminded Jax you’re still a kid who sees him as a hero instead of the fuck off he is.”

I can’t help but flush, “That’s complete bullshit!”

“Bullshit?” Wylan chuckles in my ear, “She curses. Do it again.”

I shove his shoulder with as much force as I can muster. He’s not expecting it, staggering back a few feet still laughing like he’s the funniest person alive for pushing my buttons. Does Wylan think I’m a prissy teenager? Well, I didn’t exactly act like a grown-up when I locked him out of the house.

“I couldn’t care less who Jax sleeps with because it’s not my business,” I retort, “I don’t have to explain myself to you Wylan.”

“You’re right,” he smirks in an irritating way that’s sexy yet condescending, “I doubt you’d understand anyhow, being a virgin.”

“Really? Go away Wylan!” I think I might hit him.

Stepping up on the porch he pauses, “We should go to that fair Bria mentioned. I mean… it sounds fun. Wanna go with me?”

I open and close my mouth shocked because he’s suddenly turned venerable and soft-spoken. What? Is he asking me out? No… he can’t be. I give him a suspicious look to which he widens his eyes, “Did I say, me? I meant us. Bria and Jax and maybe the dogs.”

Wylan is such a little shit! “You better find a comfortable place to sleep outside!”

Jax storms out of the house, “I should kick your ass Wylan. Come on, Coralee, let’s round up the dogs.”

I place my fingers in my mouth and whistle. Both dogs bound in sight, “Here they are. I’m going to bed. Good night, boys.”

Wylan chuckles, “I get it. See you in the morning.”

“Get what?” I snap, taking off my boots, “You’re infuriating, you know that?”

Wylan shrugs, smoking his damn weed wandering off towards the outbuildings. Jax shots me one last soft smile with steel eyes boring into mine before I go inside with mixed feelings.

I fall back into bed in panties and a tank top. I can’t sleep, listening to Wylan and Jax laugh and play cards while my thoughts return again and again to the way Jax’s hands explored my body. The way he watches at me with those intense stormy gray eyes as if he knows what I want but won’t give in to temptation. I push him away too, scared Braden will find out another man is touching his precious Princess. Gah, fire settles in my core and I toss and turn wondering if I ever will lose my V card.

As I’m dozing off, the door opens and Jax sticks his head in to check on me. He does this every night, and I normally pretend to be asleep but tonight sit up, beckoning him closer with one crooked finger. His eyes become hooded and his body tenses as he closes the door coming to stand over the bed.

“Will you sleep with me? Hold me… just hold me?” I breathe out.

His hands clench, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Plus, this bed is fucking small as hell.”

I lay back, pulling the sheet low, so he sees what I’m wearing. I have no idea how to seduce a man. Braden always handled me the way he wanted. Having a choice about who touches my body is liberating, but it’s been so long since someone held me.

Jax groans and his eyes roam across my exposed flesh, ”Fuck Coralee. I can’t.”

Blushing, I pull the sheet back up. I’m an idiot. Why would Jax want a girl when he has someone like Bria in his life? “I-I’m sorry Jax. I’m…”

“Stop,” he growls, sitting down next to my hips, “You’re so fucking beautiful I can barely take my eyes off of you sometimes. There’s so much I want to show you, to experience. If I let myself get carried away in what I want, then I’m not focusing on what you need. I’ve been a selfish bastard all my life Sunflower, and I will do better for you.”

I swallow the sudden lump of tears his kind words bring rasping, “For me?”

“Yes,” his deep timber soothes as his hand cups my cheek and this time I nuzzle into his touch yearning for more, “I’ll do anything for you. Sunflower, I want to make you believe in the kindness of the world again because for a long time I felt like you. A slave to others needs and wants.” He nods as if he’s agreeing with his own words, his rough palm sliding behind my neck massaging my flushed skin, “Just because I want to take things slow, doesn’t mean I don’t want you. Fuck, I want you all the time. Even when you’re being a brat.”

My mouth parts but no words come out because Jax leaves me speechless. His massive body leans in and I moan when his lips meet mine. I shiver lustfully as his hold on my neck allows Jax to deliver our best-shared kiss yet. It’s deep, raw and messy with panting murmurs of the things he wants to do to my body. My breast ache, sharpening against his broad chest. I moan again, gripping his arms as if my life depends on it, my body on fire for more. More sentimental declarations and more of his panty-melting kisses.

“Jax…” I mewl, shamelessly rubbing my tits in his face.

“Shh,” he gently eases my grip on his biceps, breathing as hard as I am, “Go to sleep Sunflower. Tomorrow we’ll work on your exercise routine. I put new workout clothes in the closet.”

I blink, the fog of lust too thick to comprehend he’s bought me more things I don’t need. Why is he so obsessed with my physical fitness? It’s fun though, and when Jax is covered in sweat, I swear my ovaries kick.

I lick the taste of him off my lips, savoring it, “Thank you, Jax.”

He stands with a huge smile that lights me on fire again, “Thank you for trusting me.”

He lets himself out and I ignore the burning ache between my legs. Jax is so damn hot and wants me. How did I get to this place with a man that understands I need to find myself before rushing into anything? He’s so patient and kind.

Who made Jax give up on life and move out here? I want to know everything about this enigmatic man and I can’t deny my feelings anymore.

I’m falling in love with Jax.

If remaining in Perla means I can have Jax I’m staying even with the possibility of Braden finding out and ruining it all. I believe Jax when he professes he can protect me but hope it doesn’t come down to that because of my selfishness.

Chapter 8

* Jaxxen *

I trust Wylan but with the man hanging around my house, flirting shamelessly with Coralee it makes me wonder if I can trust him to keep his dick in his pants. I’m sure Wylan wouldn’t actually try to fuck her, but when his eyes linger a little too long on her ass or when he inserts raunchy opinions into our conversations, it makes my jaw tick in irritation. Coralee seems oblivious which takes the sting away.

For over a week I kept my distance from Coralee except for working out or meals, and she took everything in stride. I kiss her like a damn schoolboy but there are no more visits to her bedroom or long talks.

I want Coralee’s complete confidence before having a serious discussion about Braden and what she plans to do. There’s information concerning her family we still need to disclose but luckily no one brings the subject up and I go to bed each night thankful for another drama free day with the girl I’m falling for.

Wylan taught Coralee self-dense moves one evening and as I watched them touch and laugh, my insecurities surfaced. Am I too old for Coralee? She isn’t even twenty-one yet while I’ve been through a lifetime of shit. She deserves a carefree life for someone her age and although Coralee behaves and speaks like an old soul, still has a lot to learn.

“I bet I can outrun you, Jax,” Wylan taunts stretching his legs before we left on a hike, “Let’s race.”

“Are you ten years old?” Coralee teases but stretches too.

I keep myself in check when Wylan’s eyes stare at her chest which I admit; I gawk at too. The new workout clothes I gave her test my control. Her body has filled out the last weeks she’s lived with me and can’t help but want to run my tongue over her new curves. She has the best rack and ass I’ve seen in years.

Sadly, the skimpy runners top let us see the scar where Braden tagged her before she crudely cut it out. Imagining the bravery Coralee must have dug deep the day she did it makes my dick a little hard.

“You don’t even know the terrain,” I dryly remind them both, “Let’s do the two-mile hike first. Got your water bottle Coralee?”

She flashes a smile picking up the container, “Yup. Such a wonderful morning. How hot do you think it’ll be today?”

“Not very since it’s early spring,” I reply, beginning a fast-paced walk itching to run but I’m doing this to show Coralee the path I normally take.

Wylan sighs and falls into step although I told him he doesn’t have to come. It’s a perfect morning for hiking as the winds are low and the sky clear. Wylan doesn’t shut up for a while, explaining to Coralee how he hacks into people’s data. Sometimes he’s too cocky for his own good, but Coralee won’t say anything to anyone.

“Why would you do that?” she sounds offended, “I know you hacked my information, but it’s illegal and immoral.”

“Immoral,” Wylan scoffs, “Do you think the government cares when they do the same thing? It’s not as if I’m digging into women’s info, jacking off in my moms’ basement with-”

I spin around and caught Coralee shocked expression, “Dude, fucking quit.”

Coralee’s hazel eyes find mine, and they seem troubled. There are questions in her beautiful eyes I refuse to answer. I want to help her but if the truth about my past comes between her trust and happiness, I wouldn’t know where to start to repair it. I’m a Grade A-Asshole and Wylan not far behind.

The night she bared her nearly naked and extremely fuckable body begging for my touch, all I wanted to do was settle between those milky thighs and do what comes naturally, but I need to be better than that. Ever since I laid eyes on Coralee, felt in my soul she’s the one. The one I wanted to give it all too. Now knowing all the fucking drama she brings; another matter altogether. I want Coralee any which way I can, but need to make sure she’s mentally and physically willing. I’ve ruined more experienced women, and she deserves better.

“I love seeing you smile,” I whisper in her ear as we walk side by side.

Coralee gazed up with those pretty hazel eyes giving a shy smile, “Stop! Sometimes I think you say things like that just to make me-”

“Ren!” Wylan snaps when my dog barks and growls ahead of the trail.

I place a firm hand on Coralee arm, “He only barks when predators are around.”

Wylan and Coralee stand aside as I watch my dogs do their job. After living alone with them all these years we three are a unit. I see Coralee giving me a curious look, but focus on what my boys perceive as a threat. After five minutes they trot back, calm and lick my hand telling me it’s safe to proceed.

“What was it?” Coralee shifts uneasily side to side.

I shoot her a reassuring smile, “Probably a coyote. Come on, it’s okay.”

Wylan and I resume walking with Coralee bringing up the back. Ren and Stimpy relax and playfully scamper along the trial which helps Coralee resume her good mood and soon we’re talking about the plants along the path.

I ramble, explaining the edible ones like Shepherd’s Purse which is a little bitter but has a lot of benefits. She listens and stops to poke at the plant while Wylan and I keep going. Coralee soaks in knowledge like a sponge which is impressive and sexy as hell.

By the time we reach the two-mile mark, which I measured out by a rock big enough for me to lean onto, Coralee goads Wylan into a race. I watch amused, no longer jealous as it’s obvious their relationship is turning into bratty brother and sister rapport. Thank fuck for that because I’m not sure if I’d stand in their way. Wylan’s practically the same age while there’s over a decade between her and me.

“You may be tall but I’m fast,” Wylan smugly jeers.

Coralee pivots on her heels and takes off. I chuckle when Wylan shouts she’s a cheat, running after her. I push off of the rock and jog to see Coralee way ahead of Wylan although the man tried hard, she’s faster. There’s a bend, and I lose sight of them for a few seconds but then I hear Coralee cry out and sprint forward fearful she’s in danger.

“Coralee!” I shout, rounding the bend to see her over Wylan shoulder screeching.

“Let me go!” she laughingly demands, beating on his wide backside with open palms.

Wylan chuckles, spinning around with a grin, “She cheated. Gotta keep your eye on this one, Jax.”

I roll my eyes and take Coralee’s hips, pulling her back to my front. “You were going to be beaten by a girl and couldn’t stand it. Just admit it.”

Coralee slid down my body slapping at Wylan chest, “Exactly.”

Wylan grins but doesn’t respond, walking back towards the cabin. I shake my head at their antics while Coralee catches her breath. She’s adorable all flushed and sweaty and when I smell the scent of her vanilla lotion, pretend to admire the sky, so I don’t do something stupid like drag her into the trees to have my way with her.

“I love it out here,” she says with a sigh, walking once more, “You know so much about the flora and fauna.”

I raise an eyebrow, “Can I ask you a question?”

She nods, long ponytail bobbing, and I picture running my fingers through the silky-looking locks while she chokes on my cock. Fuck! I need to stop before she noticed the raging hard-on I sport every time we’re alone. Coralee drives me absolutely crazy, and it takes a lot of willpower to keep my hands off of her. Kissing like high school kids does nothing when alone in bed picturing her tits and the way she shook in my arms, begging for it.

“Of course.”

Right. Back to my questions. “I’m guessing you never finished high school-”

“I did though,” she cuts me off defensively, “I took online courses and have a high school diploma.”

Just another thing Braden did for Coralee I’m confused over. He made sure she’s educated and able to keep a home but never had sex with her. What was his end game?

“Braden gave you have access to the internet?” I question.

She narrows her eyes, “If you’re asking why didn’t I seek help there was none. He monitored everything down to how many tampons I used.”

I shake my head at how this conversation is going. Like shit! “I’m not trying to imply anything, Sunflower. Seriously. I’m more than a little curious about the way things were between you two.”

She opens the water bottle taking a long drink before replying, “Things were always a bit blurry between us Jax. To say he loved me with a single focus is an understatement.”

The cabin came into view, “It must be hard to talk about it, but I want you to know you can.”

“What about you, Jax?”

“What about me?”

“Will you talk about your past if I tell you about mine?”

I try to keep my shoulders relaxed but my hands clench, “I suppose that’s a fair trade, but all in good time.”

“You want me to explain my relationship with Braden but refuse to tell me anything about yourself!” she spins around, eyes searching mine for truths she won’t find, “I need answers, Jax. You said you hurt people for a living. Are you a bad man?”

Shrugging I carefully say, “Can’t deny I’ve done awful things but am I bad for you is a more relevant question. I won’t betray or purposely hurt you. I want to be better.”

“As to what?” she pries, “Were you like the men Braden made babysit me?”

“No.”

I walk away, hating myself for not giving Coralee answers when I need more information about Braden. Maybe I should ask Wylan to speak to her. She meanders behind, calling to the dogs who are sniffing something out. I glance back one more time before going inside, watching Coralee go into the GYM. The morning took a dark turn and I hate she’s hiding from me.

In the kitchen, I down a glass of water then check my phone, glad there are no messages. Since it’s not lunchtime yet head to the office. As I’m punched in the pin, hear a phone ringing upstairs. Curious I hurry to find the source, finding Coralee’s little flip phone ringing. A burner. Smart girl. Who had she given the number out to? Even I don’t know her number.

Not wanting to invade Coralee’s privacy, I lock myself in the office and spend a good hour messing around on the computer. I’d formed a paranoid habit of checking into the people of my past, making sure they aren’t anywhere near Perla. Living out in the middle of nowhere has its perks but remaining vigilant keep my instincts from slipping.

When I come out to see if Coralee’s hungry, find them eating at the table on the porch. I relax when she says there’s food in the kitchen for me. Coralee’s so considerate and kind it’s hard to imagine someone abused this incredible girl. I hesitate to kiss her but think what the hell, and place a chaste kiss on her forehead, feeling her stiffen and it kills me to think all my progress with her may have come undone with one misunderstood conversation.

“Kiss the cook,” Wylan jokes, puckering up.

I smirk, “You wish.”

Coralee giggles, but a wary air remains between us when I return to the table to eat. I need to tell Coralee about my past soon. When I do, hope to still see that sparkle in her bright hazel eyes.

Chapter 9

* Coralee *

I like routines.

My mom and dad instilled in me repetitive daily acts when I was young, hoping to curb my boundless energy. At age seven, they brought me into the bakery to mix ingredients, and I loved it.

As I grew older, during the week I’d go to school, but afterward, I helped in the shop, and by the time I turned sixteen, I had perfected every recipe and learned how to run the place so my parents could rest more.

I dreamed one day I’d take over, teaching my children how to knead dough and make the perfect caramel apple popover.

When I moved into Braden’s home, I cultivated another routine with his specific instructions, which I slipped into. Not that those first few weeks were nothing but tears and pain. Besides the parties and excessive sexual games he liked to play, Braden taught me things I wouldn’t have undertaken on my own.

He said he wanted me to think for myself even if he’s the one telling me how to behave.

Braden was always a challenge, but because I couldn’t escape his control, I made an effort to please him.

Now, here I am, standing fresh out of the shower, looking at myself in the mirror with nothing to do but get dressed. Jax doesn’t care what I do. When on the run from Braden, I nabbed any job I came across to keep myself busy. The constant fear Braden would pop up and end the game was a real motivator to stay active.

A knock at the bedroom door startles me, and I hastily pull on a robe. “Yes?”

“It’s me, Sunflower,” Jax’s deep voice drawls.

Smiling, I threw it open.

Things became awkward during our morning hike, and I feel guilty. All week I waited for the inevitable questions regarding my past, and when they came, I turned defensive.

No matter how attracted I am to Jax, there are certain subjects I refuse to discuss.

He takes me in, gray eyes intense. Crap. He’s not happy, so I step back. “What’s up, Jax?”

He lingers in the doorway, corded arms hanging loose although his body is stiff. “I heard a phone ring earlier, and it was yours. It dawned on me that I need your phone number.”

“Oh?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “If that’s okay?”

I walk over to the bedside table, flipping open the old burner cell I’d bought the first chance I got after escaping Braden. “Ok, it was Tom.” I listened to the voicemail and then tossed the phone aside. “He needs help this weekend. I guess the rodeo and fair attract quite a crowd.”

Jax sits on the bed, making the frame drop when he stretches his long legs out.

I peeked in his room once. His bed can hold six of me, but Jax is so tall and impossibly big it probably barely fits him. I’ve never seen someone as large and in shape as Jax outside MMA matches. Again I’m reminded he’d have been a magnificent Viking in another place and time. His sun-kissed skin and dark hair belied Norse heritage, but the image remains in my head.

“It’s true that the town fills up because the fairgrounds sit outside the county line. Tom’s Tavern is the only drinking hole available. Do you want to help the old man out?” His jaw ticks once.

I wrap the tie of the robe over my hand. “I don’t see why not. He helped me when no one else did and could use the money, but before you say anything, I need to get out and do something.”

Jax nods, eyeing my bare legs. The garment is short, falling above my knees, and I wonder if he bought it to torture himself.

Once again there’s an undercurrent of attraction that simmers below the surface every time we’re alone.

Gah, his smiles are my Kryptonite. Yes, I’m team Superman, and Braden gifted me the complete movie collection so I could nerd out as an eighteenth birthday present. Thinking of Braden once more makes me cringe, but luckily Jax doesn’t notice.

“When does Tom need you there?” Jax asks, then leans forward, snatching my hips so I fall between his muscled thighs. “I know Wylan wants to see cowgirls in tight jeans.”

My pulse races each time he touches me, and this time is no different. He smells so good, like fresh-cut wood and something that is purely Jax. He spends so much time outdoors; his scent is infused with the pure mountain air.

Bravely, I perch on his right knee, wrapping my arm around his wide shoulders. His flint eyes drop to my lips, and without wondering if I shouldn’t, I kiss Jax as if I’m trying to taste his sins.

“Shit,” he breathes across my upturned face, “you smell damn good, Sunflower.”

“I was just thinking the same thing about you, Jax.”

He clears his throat. “Anyway, what are your plans?”

I shrug, running a fingertip over his corded muscles. “I’ll call Tom back and tell him I’m free. He’ll need me until Monday. The rodeo ends Sunday, right?”

He hums in agreement, turning to kiss me again.

“Jax…” His name is a plea and a confession.

A muscle jumps in his jaw. The ravenous hunger in his gaze doesn’t fade, but it’s joined by something else, something painfully tender that makes my heart clench. He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his voice a gravelly whisper. “You keep looking at me like that, Sunflower, and Tom’s gonna be waiting a long damn time.”

I cling to his hard body, letting him have mine at will. He’s such an excellent kisser, lips soft yet firm. His tongue flicks on the roof of my mouth, tangling sensually with my own.

My senses heighten, my body on fire as I lace my fingers in his dark hair. I become so aroused and lost in the kiss that when he lifts his head for air, I find myself on my back with one of his knees grinding against my core.

Jax watches me pant and rub myself against the rough denim of his jeans like a cat in heat with ravenous hunger in his stormy gray eyes. I shiver in his embrace, hoping he doesn’t mind the wet spot I left.

“You guys should really close the door!”

Jax glares over his shoulder, barking, “It’s my house, asshole! Go away!”

“Wylan!” I gasp, mortified, and with a sigh, Jax rolls away to stand.

“Caught!”

I straighten my robe before sitting on the edge of the mattress. Wylan smirks at the both of us, no shame on his face as he watched us make out like horny teenagers.

I finally understand that Wylan really is shameless.

Jax squeezes my knee, asking Wylan what he wants in a terse voice. My face feels like hot lava was poured over my head.

“Dinner,” Wylan gives me a once-over before walking away.

I awkwardly laugh to ease the tension. “Why don’t you fire up the grill while I get dressed?”

Jax places a tender kiss on my forehead. “Okay. I’m sorry. Wylan needs a lesson in boundaries.”

I wave a hand in the air, resisting the urge to drag him back down. “He’s like a kid who always has to see what everyone is doing. It’s fine. The door was open after all.”

After Jax leaves, I pull on a loose summer dress and then call Tom. He’s glad to hear I’m willing to help over the weekend and explained his niece is also coming in to lend a hand.

When I come downstairs, I smell steak, and my stomach growls like I haven’t eaten today. Jax pushes food my way like a drug dealer, always urging me to take a little more. I think I’ve gained at least five pounds since moving in.

“I put the potatoes in earlier to bake,” Jax informs me. “What else do you want?”

With such an open-ended question, I’m tempted to say we go back upstairs, but I shrugged and set the table instead. Wylan sat down, peering wordlessly at me with a stony gaze in his bloodshot eyes. He smokes a lot of weed, making me wonder if he does it to forget something.

I help Jax bring in the fat juicy steaks, laughing when Ren and Stimpy whine in an attempt to make one of us give in and share our food. Unfortunately, Ren and Stimpy continue to be spoiled dogs!

“Rodeo?” Wylan mutters, cutting into his steak like it offended him, “I miss the city.”

“You’re welcome to go back,” Jax shoots back, “Have you shared all the information I need to find Braden?”

“What?” I drop my fork. “No, you can’t, Jax. I told you to leave Braden alone!”

Jax looks incredulous. “You want to sit here and let him attack us unprepared? That’s not how I do things, and I’m not scared. And I told you, Coralee, I can take care of this problem.”

Take care of this problem?

I stand up so fast my chair tips backward. “I don’t need you to take care of him. This problem. Wylan said he’s missing. He might even be dead.”

Both men stare at me as if I lost my mind. Breathing hard with my fists clenched at my sides, I kind of wondered if I am. Anxiety curls up my spine as I wait for Jax to tell me he won’t go after Braden.

“I’m not bending on this, Coralee.” Jax calmly forks a piece of steak, ignoring my outburst. “I care too much about your safety to chance Braden finding his way to Perla. Don’t you want to see justice?”

I want to stomp my feet but don’t. “What justice? The police?”

Wylan laughs, scooting away from the table. “Oh honey, Jax serves his justice with blood spilled.”

“Don’t!” Jax warns with a growl.

“This isn’t funny, Wylan!” I glare at them, hoping they take me seriously. “You know nothing!”

Jax exhales, slowly setting down his cutlery as if it takes every effort not to throw it across the room. “Then tell me, Coralee. Tell me why I should let Braden find you?”

“It’s not your problem, and maybe this was a mistake.”

My voice comes out nasty and petulant, and when I turn to leave the room, he snaps, “Why won’t you trust me to do the right thing, Coralee? Braden fucked with your head, but I’m not. You can’t run forever, and you shouldn’t want to. Do you want my help before ending up dead?”

I cross my arms defiantly. “I’ve told you Braden’s more clever than you realize.”

Jax stands up, and I want to run. He doesn’t scare me physically, but truth does. Why won’t he let this go?

Keeping his distance, Jax’s eyes rake over me with a look I can’t comprehend. “Do you want to feel safe? Do you want to go into town and make friends and find out who you are as a person? Or, are you going to keep pushing away people that genuinely care about you, Coralee?”

What can I say to that? “Of course I do, Jax. Jesus, I do care, but it’s not your responsibility. We barely know each other, and you need to respect that fact.”

His flint eyes never blink. “I understand. Are you finished eating?”

I glance at my half-eaten plate. “Yes.”

Jax nods and then sits back down to eat his dinner, not giving me another glance or word. Angry and confused, I stomp out of the room and up the stairs. I noticed Wylan simply sat there smiling after my outburst. He probably thinks I’m a bratty, ungrateful child who Jax shouldn’t waste another minute with.

Still dressed, I curl up on the bed with tears in my eyes. Jax is right. If I continue to reject the kindness of others willing to help me, what kind of life am I leading?

“One day I will marry you.” Braden breathed in my ear while flicking my hardened nipples, “You believe I’m incapable of love after everything I’ve put you through, but I love you, Cora. Say it.”

I stared at the fine blonde hair on his chest as he continued to torment my breast and whispered in a dispassionate voice the words he needed to hear to end this nightly game, “I love you too.”

“Yes, you do, princess,” he whispered back, kissing the tip of my nose. “I’ve taught you how to submit but keep pure. You are so perfectly intact, yet you are broken. Oh, if only everything were different. Say it again?”

I looked away, to the headboard where the soft silk bindings held my wrist. “I love you, Braden.”

He always made me tell him how much I loved and cared for him. I don’t think anyone else in the world ever told him that, except for me.

Braden’s voice slithered back into my thoughts, smooth as the silk that had held me.

You are broken.

He was right. But he was wrong about the breakage being his masterpiece. The crack was where the light was trying to get in.

Blinking back tears, I pull the covers up to my chin, resting on my side.

I need people like Jax in my life, but it’s hard trusting others with the pain and joy I experienced with Braden. I had to decide if staying with Jax made me completely selfish or if I truly can take back my life with the help of men who want to kill Braden.

Chapter 10

* Jaxxen *

Waking up Friday morning, I laid in bed for several minutes going over last nights events. Coralee’s unexpected hissy-fit insisting I leave Braden alone makes my brain hurt. Is there something she’s hiding about their relationship? I don’t understand her behavior. It’s irrational and dangerous and I can’t force her hand, although it’s in my nature to demand answers.

I sit up, raking a hand over my face feeling the need to run. To clear my head. After getting dressed amble downstairs, surprised to smell coffee then spot Wylan at the dining room table with Coralee, his files spread out. It’s a little after six in the morning and I frown, wondering why they are up so early.

“Hey.” Coralee’s usual bright eyes are dim.

I look at Wylan receiving no hint of what I should expect from Coralee, “What’s up?”

He shrugs packing away the same folders I’d gone through a dozen times searching for clues to Braden’s whereabouts, “Cora wanted to discuss the facts before deciding so I explained the rest of what I found out about her family.”

A decision about what? Every time I think I have a handle on Coralee she throws me for a loop. Is she going to leave? My heart thumps heavily in my chest at the prospect.

“I have an older brother,” she sounds so sad that I itch to wrap her up in my arms, “His name is Cavan. Wylan says it’s pronounced like Kav-an.”

I only nod and wander into the kitchen for much-needed caffeine. From dealing with women in the past, know to not push for more than she’s willing to share. Coffee in hand I return to the table and standby.

Coralee sighs, tucking a leg under her bottom and bites her lip. Wylan gives me a half smile before going to refill his mug. Silence looms heavy in the room but I have the patience to wait it out.

“I need to be at the tavern by ten,” she finally says then sighs again, “I’m sorry I was a brat, Jax. I want to stay here with you and do all the things you mentioned but I’ll always be looking over my shoulder. You’re right, I haven’t been living, only surviving. But, I need time. I’m asking for you to wait.”

Why is she against even finding out where the bastards hiding? I tongue the inside of my cheek deliberating. “Tell you what, after the weekend we’ll come back to discussing Braden. You need some fun so I’ll ask Tom to let me take you to the fair for dinner. How’s that?”

Her smile is genuine with an added rose tint on her cheeks, “I’d love that Jax. I’ve never been to a rodeo.”

“You’ll love it. I’m going on a run then we’ll go into town.”

When I arrive outside my dogs trot over to exercise with me. For years this has been our routine. Early morning runs are the best when the airs crisp and birds are loud in their wake-up calls. I take my time, ruminating on Coralee and Braden. There’s something off I’m not grasping but I tell myself to hold on until Monday.

Monday I’ll tell Coralee about my past because I can’t expect her to trust me without admitting how damaged we both are. When I voice she isn’t alone with internal struggles, hope it brings us closer together instead of causing her to run away in fear. I still believe she’s the one for me even if she needs time to realize it.

Later that morning, when we pile into the Jeep, I remember to ask Coralee for her cell phone number. Quickly, everyone exchanges digits then I head into town for something I’ve avoided and not particularly looking forward to.

I attended Perlas’ annual fair and rodeo a few times finding it always the same. The townspeople are close-knit but when outsiders invaded their turf, it’s as if neighbors and friends take that one weekend to be extra greedy and spiteful.

My eyes skim over Coralee, who’s wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans with comfortable sneakers. A sudden nervous fear that a drunk will start a fight and hurt her in the process makes my hands strangle the wheel but force myself to relax. Coralee knows how to handle herself.

After parking in the half-full lot of the tavern, tell Wylan to wait and walk Coralee inside. The old jukebox along the far wall next to the pool table and sad looking dart board are being well used by excited patrons. The place is already rowdy and I don’t like it one fucking bit.

Coralee gives me a weary expression, “Please don’t tell me you plan on another stakeout.”

I chuckle, “No, but I promised to have a word with Tom.”

When I spot the old man in his usual place behind the counter lean in, asking if I can take Coralee out for dinner around five. He winks knowingly before checking the list of activities going on at the fairgrounds, agreeing she can go if I promise to have her back by seven.

I pull Coralee close at the entrance and she smiles up at me with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. The song “Tennessee Whiskey” plays, and the lyrics are fitting as I appreciate her strawberry colored hair. Holding her left hand while my other one grips the back of her neck, take her mouth in a bruising kiss, ignoring the whistles. As usual, Coralee responds with as much passion as I’m trying to convey. There’s nothing sweeter than a kiss from Coralee.

She steps out of my hold gasping, “I have to get to work Casanova.”

I smirk, licking my lips tasting her cherry lip gloss, “I’ll be back this evening. Call me if you need anything. Promise?”

Her pale skin is glowing as she waves me away, “Yes, I promise Jax. Go have fun with Wylan and promise me you won’t let him accost a poor ranchers daughter.”

I laugh at that and when I rejoin Wylan and repeat what Coralee said he scowls but then raises his eyebrows as if considering actually doing it just that to piss her off. Wylan’s a young single, good-looking guy, and I know there’s going to be a few women that day trying to sell him more than baked goodies.

The smell of hay and manure along with fried foods and God knows what else assaults my senses after Wylan and I exit the Jeep after parking in a big dirt field. Since it’s nearing noon the fairs in full swing.

“What the… look at that!” Wylan points to a raised stage where a group of children ran around like they’re on fire while a harassed-looking woman had her hands up as if begging for help, “Doesn’t get more country than a bunch of Children of the Corn kids wreaking havoc.”

Grinning, we watch as the children tumble into each other before the woman grabbed hold of the one that seemed to be the ringleader. Other adults standing nearby don’t react when the little boy pushes the woman, and she falls to her knees. Damn, kids are brutal!

I glance the other way, just in time to see Bria and her gaggle of girlfriends heading our direction, recognizing a few, chiefly the red-head from the grocery store. Cursing, I pinch the bridge of my nose and Wylan follows my line of sight.

“Great timing,” Wylan jokes, “Don’t scare them off too soon.”

“Ohmigod Jax,” Bria titters, not giving me an inch of personal space as she leans in so far I can smell the sweet chocolate on her breath, “I didn’t think you’d come! Girls, meet Peter, Jax’s friend. Did you get my brownies? I know how much you adore them.”

I side-eyed Wylan, “Oh right, Peter, and I enjoyed them very much. Thank you, Bria.”

She beams, her usual painted red lips a subtle pink today. Her blonde hairs pulled back in a girly ponytail and the jeans and top she has on are considerably less slutty than I’m used to seeing her wear. She must have dressed down to appear a simple country girl hoping to impress those who don’t realize she’s the towns good-time gal. Her father has the most successful cattle ranch in the area and she has the most success rate for sucking dick.

“Mmm, so delicious,” Wylan plays it up, “Hey girls, I heard there will be a cook-off?”

The four women with Bria chat excitedly, and I avoid making eye contact. I don’t need the drama Bria can stir up over the weekend, especially if I’m bringing Coralee back with me tonight. Everyone talks in Perla, even the damn walls.

“Come with us,” Katie, I believe her name is, latches onto Wylan’s arm, “The chili cook-off starts soon. Are you a betting man?”

Wylan smirks, “Depends.”

“Well,” she bats her eyelashes, “I bet you’ll need something to quench your thirst after tasting so many goodies. I’ll be around if you want to have a drink later.”

Wylan cast the women a charming lure with a megawatt smile, catching all but Bria in his net. “I’m parched. Lead the way.”

“What about me!” the red-head from the grocery store pouts, “Peter, you’ll never guess the secret ingredient to my chocolate eclairs!”

“Go ahead,” I wave them off when Wylan gives me a head tilt, “I want to walk around.”

“I’ll come with you,” Bria grabs my arm, pulling us in the opposite direction of her friends, “Thanks for coming by to see me.” I refrain an eye roll, “By the way Jax, I’m glad that girl, Cora left. It’s scary that people like her can settle into our peaceful town.”

I stop cold and give her a penetrating gaze. She looks confused, so I ask, “Back up. What do you know about Coralee?”

Bria huffs and toes the dirt with her boots, “Well, what did anyone know about Cora before she turned up at Toms’? Why was she at your house? Are you… with her?”

“It’s none of your business,” Bria’s mouth pops open in an O, “What do you mean she’s gone?”

“No need to be rude, Jax. At the store the other day a man stopped people in the parking lot asking if anyone had seen his sister. I recognized Cora immediately. Apparently, she’s off her meds and-”

I don’t listen to the rest.

Braden found Coralee.

My blood boils in my veins as I call Wylan, not wasting another second on my way back to my Jeep. I can’t believe I left Coralee alone! Stupid!

“Jax!” Bria screams behind me, “What’s wrong? Seriously? Where are you going? Are you coming back?”

“Yeah?” Wylan sounds confused because we just separated.

“Braden’s in town. If you don’t make it back to the jeep by the time I do I’m leaving.”

I shove the phone back in my pocket and take off in a dead run, shoving people aside without apologizing. If Braden’s been in town for days, he’s waited for Coralee to be alone and Tom doesn’t even realize she’s in danger. Fucking Bria and her jealous fat mouth!

As I turn the key in the ignition, Wylan barrels into the side of the door and flings himself over onto the seat. “Shit! How long has he been here? Pull up the tracer on the necklace.”

I toss my phone into his hands while maneuvering around people and vehicles, honking my horn loudly and incessantly, “It’s the sunflower on the last screen but I fucking know. I know Braden took her.” Wylan shows me the blip of the transmitter still coming from Toms’ Tavern, “We’ll find out soon.”