Page 44 of Broken Skulls (Rebel Skull MC #7)

Chapter Forty-Three

Elizabeth

W hen Brody leaves, Jacob makes up a bed for Lexie on the couch. “I’m sorry all we can offer you is a couch right now. We’ve got a spare room, but it’s filled with plants. I’ll have to figure out a place for them, and then we can get you a bed set up in there.”

Lexie’s mouth falls open. “Oh, oh, you don’t have to do that.”

He continues to tuck a sheet over the cushions. “Lex, you’re welcome to stay here anytime you want. Besides, that’s what that room was initially supposed to be. It’s no problem.”

“I don’t know why you guys are so good to me.”

I give her a side hug as we watch Jacob. “Because you deserve it,” I tell her, knowing she probably won’t believe me.

She makes a pained face, tugging on her pajamas.

“There,” Jacob says, waving his hand over the couch, proud of himself.

Gently, I push Lexie to sit on it. “Help yourself to anything in the kitchen, and we’ll see you in the morning.”

“Don’t run away.” Jacob leans down and kisses the top of her head. “Sweet dreams,” he tells her.

She blinks rapidly as she lies back. “It’s really comfortable. Thank you,” she says, biting back tears.

“You’re welcome.”

“Goodnight,” I say, squeezing her foot over the blankets as I pass by the end of the couch on the way to our room.

Jacob checks the locks on the doors and turns out the lights before joining me in bed. He closes the door quietly. “She’s already asleep,” he whispers.

He lights the candle in our room, and then strips out of his clothes, dropping them to the floor beside the bed.

I smile when he crawls under the covers and reaches for me, finding me naked. “We’re going to have to be quiet,” I warn quietly.

“We? I think it’s you we need to worry about,” he says, peppering kisses over my torso.

His statement makes me giggle quietly. “Are you kidding? I know I can be quiet. I did it for years. I think it’s you we have to worry about,” I tease.

“Is that so?” Jacob’s mouth moves up my body, stopping on my lips. He kisses me long and slow.

When he pulls back, I see a light bulb go off in his blue eyes. “Do you want to tie me up?”

I tip my head back to look at the silk scarves he’s attached to our new bed. My stomach does a flip, thinking about being the one in control.

“Yeah, but I don’t know how to do it,” I answer honestly.

He turns us, so I’m sitting on top of him. “It’s easy,” he whispers. He then proceeds to show me how to tie the scarf. “If you need to release me suddenly for some reason, just tug on that end,” he instructs.

“This one?” I run one of the ends through my fingers.

He winks at me. “Yep.”

I can’t help but giggle as he settles onto the mattress, raising his other hand for me to tie. “This feels naughty,” I whisper as I lean over him.

He tries to catch my nipple in his mouth, but I lean back. “Not so fast,” I scold him playfully.

“I’m not going to like this, am I?” he asks, realizing his mistake.

“Oh, I think you’re going to love it,” I tell him, sliding down his body and wrapping my hand around his cock. I blow on it lightly.

“Fuck,” he whispers, pressing his head into the pillow.

My tongue slides up the length of him before swirling around his tip. He watches me tease him, his hair hanging over one of his eyes. God, he’s sexy.

After a few minutes of me sucking so hard it hollows my cheeks, he begins to beg. “Please, baby, please,” he groans, his hands flexing in their binds.

I give him a few more teasing licks.

“Jesus, Elizabeth. You’re going to make me come.”

My lips pause, and I stare him down. “Question is, how many times can you come, Jacob?”

He lays his head back and laughs breathlessly. “You’re such a brat. Throwing my words back at me now?”

“Just curious.” I lick him again and he jumps. “So sensitive,” I tsk.

And then I suck his soul from his body. I almost feel bad when he struggles to bite back a moan as he comes down my throat.

I crawl over him when his hands quit jerking in the binds. “That was one.”

My pussy brushes over his cock lightly as I lean over to kiss him. He groans against my mouth, tasting himself on my lips. I reach between us to find that he’s already rock hard. I smile against him and slowly slide myself onto his cock, not stopping until I bottom out.

“Oh my god, you feel so good inside of me,” I tell him, sitting back and placing my hands on his stomach to balance myself.

We’re just getting into a good rhythm when the door clicks open, and a man whistles.

Jacob instantly goes soft inside me.

“Don’t move,” he says, his gaze focused past my shoulder on whomever it is.

Something tells me it’s not one of his brothers by the clench of his jaw. I cross my arms over my chest.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. Go on, I can wait.”

The chair in the corner of the room creaks as whoever it is sits down.

Jacob tracks him with his eyes. “My shirt is on the floor. Hop off and put it on,” he tells me, not taking his eyes off the man.

The intruder laughs but doesn’t stop me.

Slowly, I slide off of Jacob, making sure he’s covered as I do. When I get to the floor, I move Jacob’s jeans, looking for his shirt. His knife falls out of his pocket. I lay the jeans over it, making sure I know right where it is.

As soon as I have his flannel on, I fumble with the buttons, turning to see who is in our room.

A handsome older man sits in the chair, watching me. When he smiles, I realize who he is. It’s Jacob’s father.

He turns his attention back to his son. “Not going to offer your old man a beer?”

Jacob wiggles his fingers in his binds. “As you can see, I’m a little tied up right now.”

His dad snaps his fingers at me. “Would you be a sweetie and fetch me a cold one?”

My gaze goes to Jacob.

“It’s okay,” he tells me.

His blue eyes speak volumes. They are screaming at me to run.

I stand up on shaky legs and slide around the bed, my heart racing as I pass his father.

Quickly, I rush down the hall to wake Lexie to get help, because there is no way I’m leaving Jacob.

Shit! She’s gone. She must have snuck out to the party.

Fuck.

My mind runs through my options as I make my way to the kitchen. When the light clicks on in the refrigerator, I spy Lexie hiding between it and the cupboards. I place my finger over my mouth, pulling her to her feet.

“I was getting a drink when I heard someone trying to get in. I panicked and hid,” she whispers.

My hand wraps around the phone Jacob gave me as I push her toward the door. I shove the phone into her palm. “Go outside, hide, and call someone from the club. Tell them JD’s dad is here, and we need help.”

She starts to shake her head.

“You can do this. Look at my contacts. Everyone’s number is in there. Pick the first one and keep going down the list until you get someone to answer.”

“Chop, chop, little lady!” Jacob’s father yells from the bedroom.

As soon as she’s out the door, I grab a beer and hurry back to our room.

“Damn. I was sure she was going to run. I was kind of looking forward to chasing her down,” he tells Jacob as he takes the beer from my hand.

I dart away and go back to sitting on the floor beside the bed.

Jacob gives me a look of disappointment. “Goddammit, Elizabeth,” he says quietly.

“Elizabeth,” his father says thoughtfully, relaxing in his chair. “Nice to meet you, Elizabeth. You can call me Daddy.”

Jacob’s head snaps toward his father, and he pulls at his binds. “Leave her out of this. What the fuck are you doing here? What do you want?”

His dad presses his hand on his chest. “What kind of welcome is that? I just wanted to stop in and see what you were up to.” He leans forward, the beer dangling precariously between his legs. “You know, I never got a chance to thank you.”

The two men stare at each other.

Slowly, I slide my hand under Jacob’s jeans and wrap my hand around his knife.

“I mean, you did your old man a solid by keeping your mouth shut about what you saw that night.”

The tension in the room is stifling.

“If it wasn’t for you, son, I wouldn’t be here at all. They would have fried me in the chair. I always wondered why you didn’t say anything, but then I remembered your mom babied the fuck out of you. She pussified you, boy.”

My heart breaks for Jacob, and tears begin to sting my eyes.

His dad taps his beer on his knee, turning to look at me. “You know, I couldn’t help but notice the sink full of dirty dishes. I could teach her a few lessons for you. You know, since your tied up and all.”

He laughs, and I realize he’s just like Mr. Baxter. Handsome on the outside but completely hideous on the inside.

“If you touch one hair on her head, I’ll rip your fucking heart out,” Jacob seethes.

His dad chuckles, motioning toward Jacob’s binds with his beer. “I don’t think you’ll be able to stop me, but then again, I don’t think you’d have the balls to even if you weren’t tied up.”

I grip the knife tight in my palm. I’d like to kill this fucker myself, but it needs to be Jacob who does it.

“Do you want to know why I didn’t tell the authorities I saw you kill mom that night?” Jacob asks him.

“Sure.” His dad relaxes back in his chair, kicking his ankle over his knee.

“Because I wanted you to live. So when you got out, I could kill you myself.”

This makes his father laugh uncontrollably, throwing him into a coughing fit.

“Never surrender,” I hear Jesse say in my head.

I take the opportunity and jump to my feet, throwing myself on top of Jacob. “I love you,” I say, quickly slipping his knife into his hand. I hear his dad stand up behind us, and I grasp for the end of the tie on his bind as I slide off the other side of the bed, running for the door.

His dad follows me just like I’d anticipated. I hope I got Jacob’s hand loose, but I don’t think I did.

Fuck.

“Where do you think you’re going?” his father yells after me.

I run into the room with Jacob’s plants, quickly slamming the door, but his father shoves his boot against the jamb before I get it closed.

We struggle for a few seconds before he shoves so hard, I fall on my ass. For an older man, he’s insanely strong and muscular. I guess prison will do that to you.

I crawl backward as he makes his way toward me.

He stops by one of Jacob’s plants, plucking the memorial card out of it. His gaze scans the words of comfort written there. It makes him laugh harshly. “That kid of mine is more of a pussy than I thought. Filling this house full of all her old crap. What a fucking momma’s boy.”

He throws the card to the ground and immediately begins to grab planters. He throws them against the wall, dirt flying everywhere.

I jump to my feet, wrapping myself around his arm. With his other hand he takes out an entire shelf of Jacob’s precious plants.

“Stop!” I cry out.

He turns abruptly, staring down at me still hanging at his side.

The way he licks his lips makes me instantly release him. He grabs the front of my shirt and begins to back me up, knocking more plants over in the process.

He doesn’t stop until he has me against the wall.

“I’ll admit, my son sure does have good taste in women,” he says.

I don’t look away, because I have faith Jacob is coming.

He rests his forearm on the wall behind me, putting his face directly in front of mine. So close, I can smell the beer on his breath. He tips his head. “You don’t seem scared. You want this, don’t you?”

“Do you want to know why I’m not scared of you?” I whisper.

The man shakes his head, his gaze going to my mouth. “I don’t really care, honey, but you can tell me if you want.”

“Because I know you’re going to be executed tonight.”

His eyes snap to mine, his brows arching. “How do you figure?”

“I don’t think you know your son as well as you think you do. But I’ll tell you, Jacob has grown into a man who protects what’s his.”

He runs his nose along the side of my face. “Is that so?”

“It is, and I just happen to be his.”

He laughs lightly, not the least bit intimidated.

The sound of Jacob’s knife going into his father’s back sends a shiver of satisfaction down my spine. His father grunts in my face before swaying away from me. I smile at him as he stares at me with wide eyes.

Jacob shoves him from me, pushing his dad to the ground. He’s naked and shaking with fury.

“You fucking bastard!” Jacob yells, dropping on top of him, stabbing his knife into his dad over and over and over again.

I slide to the floor and watch as the love of my life brutally slays his own father.

Blood, so much blood.

I cover my nose with my hand, struggling not to gag at the smell. Jacob doesn’t notice; he’s lost in his blood lust.

It’s too much.

When his knife slides into his dad’s eye socket, I decide I’ve got to stop him.

Cautiously, I approach him. “Jacob. Jacob, please stop. He’s dead. He’s dead, baby,” I tell him softly.

When I reach out to touch him, he swings his arm back and his hand hits me square in the face, sending me flying back against the wall. He continues to mutilate his father as I struggle to stay conscious.

Fuck. I grab my head, seeing stars.

All of a sudden, the house is full of commotion as men rush in, pulling Jacob off his father.

“Drop the fucking knife, brother!” Jackson barks at Jacob.

Dirk rushes to my side, wrapping his hands over mine as I cradle my head. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

I try to nod my head yes, but when I do everything goes dark.