Free Jackson [Wolfe Brothers 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Kaylee Feagans Page A

stomach before she could move away. Oh fuck, she screamed in her head, but with the wind knocked out of her, she couldn’t draw a breath. She felt another booted blow land on her breast.
    She couldn’t stop the tears of pain. She tried to curl herself into a ball, but she could feel more blows landing. She heard him cursing her, everything from a stupid bitch to a dirty cunt.
    “What the fuck did you say to me?” he snarled as he wiped the spittle off of the corner of his mouth. He pulled his foot back, aiming this time for her head, but before he could connect with her body, he was tackled.
    Jackson, along with several other Masters, was beating the hell out of him. His large fist pummeled the other man’s face. It took two of the bouncers from upstairs to actually pull Jackson off of him. The police were called and the matter was taken care of.
    Jackson carried Onalee out of the dungeon downstairs up to the second floor. “I’m sorry, baby,” he said as he stripped her out of her clothes. “I’m so sorry.”
    “It wasn’t your fault,” she whispered as she held the pack of ice they’d given her downstairs to her blackening eye. “How did you know?”
    “Cherise, the coat-check lady, saw you. She wears a radio, and notified the man working the bar. I heard it and came running.” He removed the leash but not the collar as she stood before him naked.
    “Aren’t you going to take this off, too?” she asked him as she fingered it. His hands caressed her body as if he was making sure she was safe.
    “Not hardly.” His voice deepened as he explained. “I spent a year getting you to this point. I’m not going back now.”
    “But I’m not…”
    “You’re mine, Onalee. When I saw that asshole trying to hurt you, I wanted to kill him. I’m not letting you go. I can’t.” He tugged her closer so that his face was buried in the hair at the nape of her neck. “Please don’t ask me to.”
    “Jackson?” Her eyes clenched as she tried not to get too hopeful. She’d have given anything if he was trying to tell her he loved her, but she knew that was far-fetched as well.
    “Think about it,” he ordered as he led her to the bathroom. “First, I’m sure you’d enjoy a hot bath, right?” He had her sit on the toilet seat as he turned the water on. He adjusted the temperature where he thought it would do her the most good and added some Epsom salts to ease her aches. After helping her into the tub, he knelt at the edge and used a big sponge with a light, floral-scented bodywash to clean her body.
    When he considered her clean, he left her to soak with the order for her to call him when she was done. Onalee watched him leave with mixed emotions. He was acting strangely, or so she thought so. Was he simply guilty because she’d been in his care and gotten hurt, or did he really want to be with her? How long would she be able to keep his interest if he did want her?
    She dozed off considering the possibilities.
    He was still snarling when he left the bathroom. Where the hell had that asshole come from, and why did he attack his woman? He should have fucking killed the asshole! His body was still vibrating with anger, muscles tense, the urge to kill strong. He tossed the empty bottle of beer into the trash and grabbed another. Hell, he thought, he’d need to be damned drunk to make it through the night.
    The beer helped him to relax a little. When he went to check on her, she was sound asleep in the tub, about to go under the water. He managed to drain the tub and get her out, dried off, and into bed without waking her. After stripping off his clothes, he climbed into the bed and held her tightly against him. Sleep came slowly for him as he felt her breathing softly beside him. He knew, in that instant, he wanted to be with her forever.
     
     

Chapter 11
     
    When he woke, he found himself alone with a note on the pillow on her side of the bed. She gave him some song and dance about leaving him so he