Fierce Betrayal: A Dad's best friend, age gap romance (L.A. Ruthless Series Book 3)

“Please, Jax,” I beg him. “I need you.”

“I know, Angel,” he whispers. Then he undoes his belt and zipper with one hand while he holds onto me with his other, and all I can do is wait and pant as my body pulses with need. When he presses me against the wall a few seconds later, my legs tremble as he slides his cock deep inside me.

“Luce,” he groans. “Your pussy is my addiction. You know that?”

“I hope so,” I purr, “because I never want you to stop doing this.”

“I never will, Angel. Who do you belong to?”

“You, Jax,” I breathe as he drives deeper inside me, fucking me on the dance-floor as the song goes on playing around us. “Only you.”

“You make me happier than I ever thought any person could be. Please say you’ll let me spend the rest of my life trying to do the same for you. Will you marry me, Angel?”

I blink at him, and then the ring, and then my son. My heart is racing in my chest and I’m sure that at any moment I’m going to wake up and this will all have been some incredible dream.

“Momma,” Matthias giggles and I realize Jax is still on his knees and I haven’t answered.

“You are the only man I’ll ever love, Jax.” I lean down and kiss him. “You already make me happy beyond my wildest dreams, but I’ll still marry you anyway.”

“You make me happier than I ever thought any person could be. Please say you’ll let me spend the rest of my life trying to do the same for you. Will you marry me, Angel?”

I blink at him, and then the ring, and then my son. My heart is racing in my chest and I’m sure that at any moment I’m going to wake up and this will all have been some incredible dream.

“Momma,” Matthias giggles and I realize Jax is still on his knees and I haven’t answered.

“You are the only man I’ll ever love, Jax.” I lean down and kiss him. “You already make me happy beyond my wildest dreams, but I’ll still marry you anyway.”

He buries his face in my neck, growling obscenities in my ear. “We will never be done. You belong to me, Angel. I will never stop fucking you. Your juicy cunt was made for me.

“I never want you to stop doing that. Promise me that you won’t,” she whispers and there it is. That part of herself that never feels good enough. The part that thinks she doesn’t deserve a man like me, when the opposite is true. She is far too good for me but it’s too late now. She sold her soul to the devil and I’ll never return it.

“I promise, Angel,” I say before I kiss her soft lips and swallow her gentle moans.

What if she needs me?

She doesn’t!

But what if I need her? What if the throbbing in my cock can only be fixed by burying myself in her hot, tight cunt and making her whimper my name as her walls squeeze me tighter? The memory of her soft skin, the way she squirmed when I kissed her all over, the way she looked up at me when I made her come, the taste of her sweet pussy—I can’t get any of it out of my head. I will my cock to stop twitching. I can’t even give myself any relief because the idea of her or Matthias walking in here and catching me jerking off is unthinkable. So I close my eyes and try to think of anything but her.

She edges closer to me, her guard up as she bounces on her toes. I stand there staring at her. I’m about to get my ass kicked here. And for what? So Jax can teach me a lesson? Put me in my place and remind me that this is the kind of woman he usually fucks?

“I don’t want to do this,” I say, turning around and walking to the ropes.

Jax is up off his seat. “Lucia!” he growls quietly. “Toni and Benji have given up their entire day to do this.”

“I don’t care. I never asked them to,” I hiss.

“You want to work with me and your father?” He narrows his eyes at me. “Then you need to learn to take care of yourself. Now stop acting like a spoiled brat and get your ass back over there.”

I glare at him. I hate it when he calls me a spoiled brat. I hate him. I hate Toni and her perfect everything. I want to go home.

But I stand straight and roll my shoulders back. I am Lucia fucking Montoya. I am my father’s daughter and I will never back down from a fight

I glance at him and he remains focused on the road ahead. There is nothing in his demeanor to suggest that anything at all has changed between us. But what the hell did I expect? This is Jackson Decker. Women are expendable to him. That was just his regular Friday night, while for me it was the best night of my life.

I blink back the tears and take a deep breath. I will not think about him or that night for one more second of my life. He is a complete and utter jackass and he is not worth even the tiniest sliver of my heart.

“Can we not just see last night for what it was?”

“And what was that?”

There she is again, searching my face for some validation. This time I can’t give it to her. “A night of amazing sex between two consenting adults?” Fuck! Could I have worded that any fucking worse than I just did?

“You’re an asshole, Jax,” she says. A tear runs down her cheek and she wipes it away with her hand, then turns on her heel and walks out of the room.

My instincts tell me to run after her and wrap her in my arms. My cock tells me to carry her back to bed and put that smart mouth of hers to better use.

I do neither, thinking with my head, which is after all what I do ninety-nine percent of the time. So why didn’t I last night? Why didn’t I let her go home with that guy from the club? Maybe he could offer her something I can’t? But something about seeing his hands on her, the way she looked at him, it overpowered every single rational thought in my brain.

“Where are you going, Luce?” Jax’s voice cuts across the room. Does he want me to stay? “I can take you home.” No, of course he doesn’t. Don’t be ridiculous, Lucia!