The Storm Inside

The silence after Jimmy slammed the door was suffocating. I stood frozen in the middle of Jax’s living room, heart pounding, tears streaming down my face. Jax walked up behind me and wrapped his strong arms around my waist, pulling my back against his chest. “He’ll get over it,” Jax murmured, kissing the side of my neck. “Or he won’t. Either way, you’re here now. With me.” I wanted to believe him. I wanted to drown in him and forget the look of pure devastation on Jimmy’s face. But the guilt was eating me alive. Jax didn’t give me time to spiral. He turned me around, cupped my face, and kissed me deeply possessive, demanding. His hands roamed down my body, squeezing my ass as he pressed his growing erection against me. “I need you,” I whispered desperately, hating myself for how true