JEZEBEL
“Hey, baby,” Jax said warmly. “Still feeling me from last night?”
I smiled, cheeks heating. “Mhm.”
“My place tonight, eight o’clock. Marcus will be here. Wear something easy to take off.”
My breath caught. “Jax…”
“I got you,” he murmured gently. “We’ll go slow, making sure you feel safe and good. Two of us just for you.”
I bit my lip. “Okay… I’ll be there.”
“That’s my girl,” he said, smiling through the phone. “Can’t wait to spoil you.”
I showed up in a short red dress with nothing underneath. My hands were shaking when I knocked. Jax opened the door and pulled me inside. Marcus was already there, sitting on the couch with a beer. He was built almost as big as Jax, dark hair, strong jaw, and that same confident military vibe. His eyes lit up when he saw me.
"Damn, Jax. Yo
