Chapter Seventeen: Jenny

Chapter Seventeen
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Jenny


I laid in my bed, relaxing. I was trying to ignore the string of texts from James. He and the other Black Stallions in Sydney were begging me to come back, but I just couldn't even think about it. A visit even seemed like too much. The thought made me feel like I was suffocating. All I could see when I thought of home was Crack and his evil smile. I knew he was dead, but I couldn't get away from him.
It was almost like that was his mission. He was haunting me and left me in a crippled state. I could hardly handle being near Xander, and it had nothing to do with me or him. I felt bad because I knew Xander thought he was doing something wrong even if he tried to hide it.

Maybe he would be better off without me. Had I become an unnecessary stressor for him? I frowned from the thought.

Suddenly, there was a knock at my bedroom door, and I slowly sat up.

"Yeah?" I spoke softly.

"It's me, babe. Can I come in?" It was Xander. I was anxious. I didn't want to see that pity on his face, but I also missed him when he was gone.

"Yeah, come in." The door opened, and Xander strolled in holding a bouquet of snow bells, a smirk across his face. Xander walked over and took a seat next to me.

"Hey, beautiful." He leaned over and gave me the sweetest, gentlest kiss on the lips before sensually laying the flowers in my lap.

"Snow bells? What's the occasion?" I asked, surprised. He tucked a stray hair behind my ear.

"No occasion, babe. I just know they're your favorite." And like that, I was smiling.

That was Alexander Davenport for you. The simplest action from him could put a smile on my face and erase all the sadness and anxiety I was feeling.

"Thanks. They're beautiful." He could be so fucking sweet.

He kissed me again and pressed his forehead against me.

"I love you, Jenny." It had been so long since he had said those words to me. I was starting to wonder if he still felt that way about me. They filled me with love and euphoria.

"I love you, too," I whispered and wrapped my arms around him. He took me in his arms, and my whole body relaxed.

"Jenny?" I looked into his eyes and sighed. I saw it there. The worry. I hated it, yet I knew it was warranted. "I know you're dealing with a lot of stuff. I know it's going to take a while to work through it all, and I'm here whenever you need me, okay? You're still my Jenny, and I love you so fucking much." God. So sweet.

I pressed my mouth against his, and it felt like all tension left me.

"Thank you," I whispered, as I ran my fingers through his hair, loving the softness against my fingers. "I think I'd like to go outside." He grinned big.

"That sounds like a great idea, babe."

"Can we go for a ride on your bike?" I asked, and his grin got even bigger.

"Most definitely, babe."


*****


It was good to get out of the house. Maybe my problem was being alone all the time. Xander was so damn supportive. It made my heart melt.

A few days after our ride, Xander picked me up for us to have a date. It wasn't one of our normal dates. We used to get takeout and sit on the picnic table outside his cabin. This was us both dressed up in a real restaurant.

I knew most girls wanted their man to take them to high-end restaurants, but I didn't need that, and it wasn't Xander's comfort zone.

I was beyond shocked when Xander's pick-up truck pulled up in front of Le Papillon.

The parking lot was full of expensive cars and the building was surrounded by flower bushes of a rainbow of colors and there was a stone path that led from the sidewalk to the front door.

I looked at him surprised, and he smirked as he climbed out. I followed after him, and he took my hand, smiling happily at me.

"Okay, you've officially made me suspicious." He laughed and threw his arm around my shoulder. "What's the occasion?"

"The occasion is I love you, and I want to show off my gorgeous girlfriend." He winked at me and escorted me inside.

This place was reservation-only. Alexander Davenport actually had a reservation for us? What the heck was going on?

Holy. shit. Was he planning to....propose? Was that why we were having an expensive date? My heart started racing.

The hostess escorted us to a table where me and Xander sat close together, his arm around my shoulder.

"You look amazing, Jenny." God, please, lay on the flattery.

"You look pretty good yourself." He did, too. He had a nice button-down over his dark jeans and his arms were bulging through the shirt. It was a shame that none of his tattoos were visible. I loved Xander's tattoos.

He bent his head down and kissed me passionately. I got lost in the feeling and forgot for a moment that we were in public. I slipped my hand up his leg, and he groaned. My finger hit the tip of his hard dick in his pants, and my clit buzzed. Fuck. It had been so long since Xander and I had sex or even any type of sexual touching.

I fucking wanted him and a big part of me wanted to drop to my knees right there and take his massive cock in my mouth. I was quickly getting wet, and my finger had barely grazed his sex.

Damn. I needed him to Fuck me soon. It was a good thing we were in a secluded corner with no one else around.

"Xan," I moaned and dove my tongue past his lips. I took his hand and slid it up my thigh, past the hem of my dress, and under my thong. He groaned and kissed me harder, as he started to finger me, soft and slow. God, I forgot how good that felt.

"Fuck, baby." He released my lips and started kissing his way down my neck.

I had been worried that I might freak out on him the first time he touched me like this, but I wasn't struggling at all.

"Oh, my god. I want you, Xander." He nodded against my neck, breathing hard.

"You're so fucking wet. I missed touching you like this."

"It's been too long. I need your cock inside me," I whispered to him, and he growled.

"shit, Jen. You can have it all you want once we leave here. I doubt anyone wants to see me pounding you on this table." Then, he added another finger, and I spread my legs more for him.

"Xan, please. Harder. Play with my clit, baby." He nodded and obeyed me. Yes. That was it. I loved that Xander didn't treat me like a porcelain doll. If he wanted to, he would throw me against a wall and Fuck me until my body was covered in bruises and semen. He wasn't afraid to Fuck me like he meant it, and I loved it.

"I'm going to Fuck you so good tonight, baby. Pound your sweet pussy until you can't orgasm anymore. Would you like that? My cock inside your tightness all night long? Mmmm, so fucking good." Oh. My. God. Yes.

"Yes, yes, yes. I'm so close." I whimpered then kissed him. I couldn't take the chance that I screamed out in the middle of a restaurant when I orgasmed. I kissed him hard and clamped down on him, whining and moaning into his eager lips. I rode his hand to extend my orgasm, and the aftershock was fucking incredible.

I could breathe a sigh of relief that I hadn't freaked out on Xander. I was so worried about that. I didn't want him to think that it was him. Xander was so amazing, and it felt like I didn't need to worry about that. I was a strong woman, and I had bounced back.

"Thank you for that, babe," Xander whispered to me before licking his fingers clean. I rubbed my hand back up his leg and rubbed his full hardness. He groaned with need.

"Mmmm, you are so getting laid tonight." He laughed at that, and we ignored the cloud of lust surrounding us.


***

The food was excellent, and I enjoyed having a real date with Xander. It was nice to sit together in a public setting and just talk. I had missed this, just being with him. For the longest time, it felt like he had to tip-toe his way around me and be careful about what he said, but it was different now. I had done a lot of healing in the past couple of days, and I finally felt like I was ready to get back to how we used to be. He seemed prepared for it, too. We had talked a lot about what happened to me and losing the baby. We never addressed his feelings about being a father. I knew that would probably never change, but he was there for me and supportive of my desires to be a mother. He even said that he would understand if at some point we broke up just because of me wanting to be a mother. I shut him down right there. If us being together meant I never got to have children, I would deal with it. Nothing had ever felt as right as being with Xander.

Xander and I walked back to his truck. I pulled him against me and molested his tasty mouth. He groaned and held my body tight against his.

"God, Jen. Are you sure you're ready for this?" I nodded, eagerly.

"Yeah, I want you. Can we go to your place? It would probably be best not to Fuck at Liam's house. I swear, I need my own place. He puts his nose in my business too much." He gave me a big grin at that.

"Let's go, babe." We hopped into his truck, and he turned in the opposite direction out of the parking lot than I expected. What the hell?

"I thought we were going to your house?" He slowly nodded.

"We are." No, we weren't. We were going the wrong way! What was he up to?

"Then, why are we going this way?"

"You'll see." Xander drove a couple of miles before he turned into a suburban neighborhood full of decent houses. They were nice.

He turned down a street and pulled up to a house at the end of the cul-de-sac. It had gray siding, red bricks, black shutters, and a mahogany front door. Gray stones created a path from the sidewalk to the white, wooden porch complete with a porch swing connected to the roof by silver chains. The path was lined with white daffodils and marigolds and vines of red roses lined the porch perfectly.

It was beautiful. It reminded me so much of the pictures my mom showed me when I was a little girl of her childhood home. It exuded....normalcy and peace.

"What are we doing here?" I asked, as we got out of the truck. He came straight to me and took me in his arms.

"This is the house I bought recently for us." Wait, what? Us? Holy crap. Was he asking me to move in with him? Tonight wasn't about a proposal. Xander was just leading up to showing me the house.

"Us?" I asked, surprised, and he smirked.

"Well, you did say you needed to move out of Liam's house." I hurriedly kissed him with everything I had in me, clinging to him. I was so happy that I could cry but I wouldn't.

"Are you sure?" I asked him, and he grinned.

"Most definitely, babe. There is only one downside to this place, a single annoyance that resides two doors down." He explained and, for some reason, I thought he was going to tell me Keyanna, his ex, lived there with her husband and kid. That would be a huge problem. Keyanna has a huge issue with me. Probably because I didn't put up with her shit or her disrespecting my man. It was possible because I punched her when she made a snide remark about my man being a thug. She wasn't even strong enough to try to hit me back. The girl just ran off. Probably the only reason I didn't go to jail was because she had already given birth. "Damn Sage Smith is a pain in my ass." I was a bit surprised by that.

"Um, who?" He let out a masculine chortle before kissing my forehead.

"Sally's little sister. She's like that annoying little sister you just can't shake." Suddenly his face fell like he had an unpleasant thought.

"Xan, what's wrong?" I was concerned. He rarely ever had that look. It was usually bad news when he did.

"Nothing," he tried to deflect, but I wasn't fooled.

"Tell me," I demanded, as I took his hands in mine, offering my support for whatever it was.

"It's just my sister's birthday is all." Shock and disbelief surfaced in me from the words he spoke.

"Sister? You have a sister?" He nodded and laughed from the look on my face.

"Is that so surprising?"

"Yes! I mean, no. I mean, you've never mentioned your sister. Why have I never met her?" I was completely taken by surprise by this.

"Probably because I haven't even seen her since the day she was born twenty-three years ago." Oh god.

"What happened?" I asked.

"My dad made my mom give her away." What. The. Fuck. "He was the president, and his word was law. Austin and I were never given a reason. We didn't get it at all. That was the first time I challenged my father and how I ended up with this." He pointed to the scar on his eye. Holy shit. "I was pissed. My mom was a mess, and my dad was a jackass. He didn't care how anyone else felt about it. For some reason, he did not want her." Xander said all of it with a straight face like he had said it a million times before.

"Xander, that's horrible." I just wanted to hold him.

"Austin and I tried looking for her with no luck."

"What was her name?" I asked, and he smirked.

"Cheyenne," he stated, and I frowned. Cheyenne. Such a nice name. I bet she was pretty. I had seen pictures of Xander's parents. His father had dark brown, nearly black hair, and he had Xander's eyes. His mother was gorgeous. Light, honey blonde hair, lilac eyes, plump lips, and high cheekbones. She had a special look compared to normal club girls. She had that nice college girl look about her.

I was shocked to find out that Xander's mom was the same woman that had the mural on the side of the Black Stallions bar. That gorgeous woman I had admired the first day I met Xander.

Crank had told me that Davina Deveraux, Xander's mom, had a sad story. She was a sweet girl in college and started dating a guy named Galen Mayes. A month into dating, he joined the Black Stallions. Since he was a prospect, everything that was his became the club's property, even the girl he barely started dating.

Davina was tossed around a lot, raped repeatedly, and ended up pregnant by the president from being broken in. She was a favorite of his, and his Sergeant In Arms, Galen. There had been rules set in place that she was a piece of property that could only be touched by the top five. She was their 'diamond piece'. She was a trophy Fuck to them.

Davina got pregnant with Xander, and she was suddenly treated with the highest respect just because she was raped by the president and his child was more valuable than anyone else's. Most presidents would have claimed her just for that, but he didn't. He let her friends continue to use her. He didn't care.

She was even beaten into an early labor for no reason whatsoever.

Crank tried to protect her, but there was only so much he could do.

I never got to meet her, but I had a large amount of respect for Davina Deveraux. She went through so much that she didn't ask for and still she raised the most amazing man, the man I loved, Xander.