Page 40 of Broken Skulls (Rebel Skull MC #7)

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Jacob

M y fingers trail over her bare skin as she sleeps beside me. For the past month, this is how I wake her. Her nose wrinkles before she pulls a pillow over her head.

“Not yet,” she mumbles. “I was having such a good dream.”

“Better than this,” I tiptoe my fingers up her thigh.

Her breath hitches when I reach her sweet spot. It’s cute the way she pretends to be asleep.

“I’ve got a mission for you today,” I singsong.

Her hips lift off the bed when I curl my fingers inside of her.

“I want you to find one thing in the junkyard that you find beautiful.”

She pushes herself to her elbows, letting the pillow fall from her face. The way her eyes trail my hand makes my cock hard.

“I’ve already found the most beautiful thing in this junkyard.” Her lashes brush the apples of her cheeks as she forces her gaze to meet mine.

“Oh, you mean me.” I chuckle. “I’ve never been called beautiful before.”

She throws her head back as I pick up the tempo. “Oh, oh, Jacob, don’t stop.”

“I thought you wanted to go back to dreaming?” I tease, but I keep my pace.

“I am dreaming,” she groans, and then her body tenses.

“That’s it, baby,” I whisper, kissing the inside of her thigh lightly.

A sunbeam breaks from behind our curtains, cutting across her stomach. A post orgasmic glow glistens over her skin as she softly floats back down to earth.

“I was wrong. I’m not dreaming. I’m in heaven.” She throws her arms out dramatically. “I’m going to get spoiled if you keep this up.”

I fold my hands over her stomach and then rest my chin on them, smiling at her. “That’s the plan.”

Her laughter makes us both shake, and then her stomach growls loudly.

My hand lightly pats her tummy. “I’ll get to you next,” I tell it.

I instantly regret it. A sadness flits across her features. It remains only a moment, but long enough for me to notice.

She forces a smile on her face, sitting up. “I’m starving.”

“I hear that,” I tease, trying to keep the mood light. She knows how I feel about having kids, and I wasn’t lying. Kids have never been something I’ve wanted. All I can do to show her I’m not lying is to just keep loving her. Exactly as she is.

We dress and head to the kitchen.

“So, do you remember your mission today?” I ask.

She hugs me around the waist as I stir the eggs on the stove.

“Mission complete.” She gives me a little squeeze.

I shake my head. “We need to see about getting you some glasses.”

“You’re the best thing about this place.” She slaps my ass and then heads over to the fridge.

She slapped my ass.

I’m not sure how to feel about it. That’s never happened to me before. It’s not the slap itself, it’s that she’s being playful.

I glance over my shoulder. She’s bent inside the refrigerator. Her cute little butt cheeks are hanging out of her sleep shorts.

Fuck.

I’ve never felt like I was a lucky man.

Until I met her.

“Why do you have me complete missions every day?” She stands up, catching me with my head tipped to the side. Her ass is perfection.

I shrug, my gaze moving down her legs.

She crosses them. “Stop,” she whispers.

“Never.”

This makes her smile.

I’m getting better and better at detecting her real ones versus the fake. This one is real.

I decide to answer her question, because it’s something that’s been weighing heavily on my mind. I wave her over to the table. “This is finished. Sit and we’ll talk.”

She still gets nervous when we talk. I think she’s always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Stop,” I tell her. I tap her knee. She has her leg curled up in front of her to hide from me.

Her foot lands on the floor with a soft thud.

“I give you missions each day because for one, it gets you out of the house.”

“I love your house.”

“Our house,” I correct.

She doesn’t look like she believes that yet, and that’s okay. “Second, I’m trying to help you find what you might want to do.”

The way her nose wrinkles makes me laugh.

“Like a job?”

“Not necessarily a job, but what you like to do. A hobby or something.”

She thinks about what I’ve said as she eats. In some ways she’s still an innocent teenager. That fucker had her head so consumed with fear for her child that she didn’t have time to waste on everyday thoughts or worries.

I never rush her for a response, and I think she appreciates that.

“I’ll have to think about it,” she says as we’re getting ready to head outside.

My hand rests on her back as we make our way out the door. “Elizabeth, there’s no timetable on discovering what makes you tick. I just want you to explore a little.”

I’ve been letting her follow me around the past few weeks. I mean, I don’t mind. She listens to me ramble on about the shit I have outside. Not only that, but she also asks questions. She’s genuinely curious. With that said, I know it’s not healthy for her to wrap her entire existence around me.

As I’m organizing a haul I just got in, I notice her slowly moving away from me, her gaze searching the yard. I hold my breath each time she pauses, wondering how far she’s brave enough to wander away from me. She’s been stuck to me like glue ever since Jesse’s abduction.

A smile grows on my face as I watch her tiptoe farther away, picking her way through my junk. She squats down to run her hand over something. When she stands, I catch the brief panic that overtakes her.

She spins in a circle until her gaze finally finds mine. Her shoulders fall when she sees me watching her. I wave to calm her racing heart. I can feel her smile from here. Slowly, she picks her way back to me.

“Find anything?” I ask.

“I know you love everything here, and I love it because you do, but I can’t lie to you. So here it goes … I don’t think car parts are beautiful. There, I said it.”

I try to stifle a laugh with the back of my gloves. It earns me a smack in the arm.

“Jacob, I was scared I was going to hurt your feelings.”

Her hands drop to her curvy hips. Seriously this woman is sexy as fuck.

“You’re too cute.” She backs away when I reach for her. “Come on.”

“What if I don’t find something?”

This time when I make a grab for her wrist, she doesn’t pull away. “Oh, you’ll find something. You just have to keep your eyes open. I see something new every day,” I tell her as I boost her up into the forklift.

She shifts so that I can take the seat, and then she perches her fine ass on my lap.

“Will you punish me if I don’t find something?”

My head instantly pulls back. “What?”

Her hair falls like a curtain over her shame. I push it behind her shoulder. “Elizabeth, look at me.”

She does.

“I’m sorry. My reaction wasn’t one of judgment. I just wasn’t expecting your question, that’s all.”

When she remains quiet, my heart takes a dip. I need to keep better reign on my emotions.

“I’m going to need you to define that a little more for me if you can,” I encourage softly.

My gaze trails the flush that rushes up her chest.

“Do you mean like a funishment?” I ask.

She covers her face with both palms.

I pull her hands down, and stare into her eyes. “I’m glad you brought this up. It’s important for us to communicate, especially about our intimacy. Is that something you want?” I ask.

“I’d never thought about it until the other day, when I was talking to Danielle. We went right back to our easy conversations, but better now that we’re both really happy.”

I rub my nose against hers. “You’re happy?”

“Happier than I’ve ever been,” she admits quietly. She shakes her head and continues her story. “Anyway, she made a joke about not being able to sit down, because her butt was still sore from … well, from a funishment … if that’s what you want to call it. It made me curious if you might be interested in that sort of thing.”

I tap my fingers over her leg. “Right now that’s not something I think I could do. I watched my father hit my mother. I know it’s not the same thing, but …” My throat constricts at the thought of laying my hands on her. “I could never hurt you,” my voice breaks.

Her shoulders fall, and I’m not sure if it’s in disappointment or relief. “I love you.” She kisses me lightly at the corner of my mouth, letting me know she’s not disappointed. “I feel safe with you, Jacob.”

My fingers trace over the back pocket of her jeans.

“Don’t feel too safe,” I whisper in her ear. “I may not hurt you for pleasure, but it doesn’t mean I won’t tie you up and torture you with my tongue.”

My hand roams up the back of her shirt, not stopping until my fingers curl around the back of her neck. I gently hold her close, my lips barely brushing hers.

“That doesn’t sound so …” Her sentence fades between us. Her gaze trails my tongue as I slide it over the corner of my mouth. “Bad,” she finishes on a whimper.

Our stare remains heated until a slow grin begins to dimple her cheek.

“Now I’m kind of hoping I don’t find anything today.”

Oh, this little flirt.

“Is that so?”

Her gaze goes to my mouth, and she shifts on my lap. “I mean, how much punishment could your tongue delve out?” A little “pfft” escapes her lips, and she rolls her eyes.

The brat in Elizabeth has me popping the button on her jeans. Her eyes widen when I turn her against my chest and slide my palm down the front of her pants. As quickly as I can, I make her come.

She’s breathing heavily when I remove my hand and wipe it over my jeans.

“That was just one finger. I promise you my tongue can make it happen faster. Question is, how many times can you handle coming, Elizabeth?” My breath rushes over her ear, and she shivers.

I give her a few more minutes to enjoy her post orgasmic trembles before I start up the forklift. She sits forward and moans.

“Oh god,” she whispers.

“A little sensitive?”

The way she looks back at me almost has me coming undone, but I have to get these cars crushed before tomorrow.

I love having Elizabeth by my side while I work. It’s nice to have someone to laugh with.

“One more, and then we’ll be done for the day,” I tell her as I lift another vehicle.

“Wait!” She grabs my hand, stopping me with the car in mid-air. She points. “Do you see it?”

My gaze follows her finger. Little rainbows glint off a glass dragonfly hanging from the car’s rearview mirror.

“Put it down,” she orders.

As soon as I get the car back on solid ground, she scrambles off my lap.

My heart swells at the smile on her face when she has it in her grasp. She’s beaming. “I’ve found my something beautiful! I’m going to go inside and clean it up!” she yells to me over the motor of the forklift.

Before I even nod, she’s taking off toward the house at a jog. It makes me happy, but I’ll admit, I’m a bit anxious too. Not that I don’t trust her. I do. It’s the rest of the world I don’t have faith in. Maybe I should look at getting some cameras set up. I’ll have to talk to the guys about it tomorrow.

I finish up and head inside.

She’s already started supper and is dancing to my mom’s favorite album. I lean against the doorframe and watch her for a few minutes before making myself known.

Quietly, I make my way toward her and slide my arms around her waist. She doesn’t even flinch. Her only reaction is to sigh softly and relax against me.

“Mmm. Something smells good.”

I spin her away from me and then back, dipping her in front of the stove.

“I’ve always dreamed of having someone to dance with in the kitchen,” I tell her.

A smile brightens her face before she speaks. “I’m not very good at it.” She laughs lightly.

My lips meet hers before I pull her back up. “Me either, but that just means we’ll have to practice.” I wink at her. “I’m going to go shower quick.”

I’m washing my hair when I hear the click of the bathroom door.

A few seconds later, her arms wrap around me. “Do you need help?” she asks innocently.

I chuckle low. “Who’s watching supper?”

“It’s in the oven.” She begins to pepper kisses down my spine. “We have thirty minutes.”

She bats my hands away when I try to touch her. “Let me do this for you.”

My hands fall to my sides, and she begins to clean me. From my head to toe. It feels amazing. She pauses to massage a knot that she’s found on my back.

“That feels so good, baby.”

It’s been amazing to watch light come back to her once dull lifeless eyes. Her skin has even gotten some color over the last few weeks from being outside with me.

“I was thinking,” she says. Her fingertips dance over my chest as she stares up at me. “Maybe we could plant some flowers outside. It would be good for the bees.”

“I love it when you use that word.” I push her wet hair from her face.

“What word?”

“We.”

She drops her forehead to my chest, and I run my fingers through her hair.

“I love it too,” she whispers quietly.