Since her birthday, Justin has been scarce. From what Gadget found he’s gone underground. He knows I know what’s happened and he’s running scared. I highly doubt the last part. More like he’s biding his time until he makes his move. According to some of the things Mackenzie has shared with me, I’m sure this is what he’s doing.
“Lex?” Mackenzie rasps, her voice still filled with sleep as if she’d only just woken up right when I came out of the bathroom.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Can I go with you to the shop today?” she asks, tentatively. I know she’s tired of being in the house. Who wouldn’t be?
“You promise to stay in the back of the shop and don’t go near any of the doors?” If she can do this for me, then I’d give this to her.
Everyone was going to be at the shop today and she could easily keep Bethany and Alexis company as they work. Shit, she might even be able to help them both. Both could use it that’s for sure, especially with Bethany due any day and Alexis not far behind.
“I promise,” she agrees, the smile on her face grows even bigger as her eyes light up and the sheet drops from her chest.
Groaning, I head for my dresser in order to keep from launching at her and sinking back into her warm sheath. Before yesterday, I’d never taken a woman bareback and I never want to wear a condom again. Well as long as that woman is my woman. My Starlight. She’s the only one I’ll ever stick my dick in again.
Clearing my throat, I grab a pair of jeans and drop the towel. “Alright, Starlight, get that sexy ass out of bed and get ready. I gotta get dressed so I can inform Anabelle she’s also coming to the shop as well. I want the guys to hear her play.”
I hear the moment the sheets move. “Anabelle has a beautiful voice. You know Derick would sit with her playing his guitar as she sang just to hear her voice.”
Fuck, from what I’m hearing about this guy, I would have liked him. Sucks I didn’t get to meet the guy who has my sister’s heart and is the father of my niece or nephew. When I asked if she knew what she was having, she shook her head and told me she didn’t want to know. Not until he or she was here. I do know she’d picked names for both. It was something her and Derick talked about, that there tells me how serious the guy was about Anabelle. So, I’ll be the uncle to either a Derick Alexander Jackson or a Harley Alexis Jackson.
Both kick ass names and both parts of the man she loves and me.
“Wish I’d meet the dude,” I murmur as I slide the jeans over my legs.
“I know, but it was their choice to keep what they had to themselves. I understand it, I was there when she found out Derick was killed. I asked her if she wanted me to call you. Her answer was not to bother you with it. She didn’t want you to think she wasn’t capable of handling things herself.”
“That’s fucked in the head logic. I would have been there for Anabelle. I feel like a shitty fuckin’ brother for not being there for her before now. Doesn’t matter, if I’ve got my own shit to deal with, my sister is one of the most important people in my life.” Fastening my jeans up, I snatch a shirt out of the next draw and finally look at Mackenzie to find her beautiful eyes shimmer with unshed tears.
“Have I said how much I love you?” she murmurs stepping up to me, still fully naked.
“You have but not yet today,” I grin, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her flush against my chest.
“Well then, mister, I love you. I love you so much for not just being you but for your heart. You take so much on yourself and don’t ask for anything in return.” Her words hit me square in the chest because that’s not completely true. I do ask for something in return. I asked for her. She was the one thing in this world I’ve always wanted, and I finally have her in my arms.
Tilting my head down, I capture her lips in a slow caress that leaves me hard and wanting more. Unfortunately, I have lessons to teach this morning and I’m not one to disappoint my students. When the guys and I took over the shop we wanted to keep it as close to the same as it was when we were growing up. The owner, he was our saving grace. He gave us an outlet for our demons and showed us what we could be. Gave us a space to play as we learned other instruments. Taught us how to read and write music.
Releasing Mackenzie from our embrace, I lightly smack her ass. “Get ready, I gotta leave soon.”
“Okay, go tell Anabelle we’re heading out soon and I’ll be ready by the time you get back,” Mackenzie murmurs as she steps around me, making her way toward the bathroom door.
My gaze followed her the whole way.
Fuck, I could stare at her body all day long. But the scars on her back piss me off. Not because she has them, but for the reason she received them and how. Justin is a dead man when I finally catch up to him and I intend to make his death as long and painful as I possibly can.
Chapter Twelve
Mackenzie
Sitting in the backroom of the shop, I find myself surprised with how cool this place really is. I thought the backroom when he mentioned it was an office or even a lunch
