I knew I’d miss him, but not this much. Not that the last six days alone with Lucia in this barn haven’t been absolute fucking heaven, but I’m itching to get back to him too. Our conversations about the Avengers just aren’t the same over video call.
“Shall we watch a movie and have an early night?” I ask before kissing the top of her head. Damn she smells so good it makes my dick twitch in my jeans.
“Sounds perfect. I’ll even let you choose,” she stifles a yawn.
“You tired, baby?”
“Hmm. I thought spending almost an entire week in bed would leave me feeling refreshed,” she laughs softly.
“Yeah, but that only works when you’re sleeping in it,” I remind her.
“Ah, yes, not much sleeping with you around, Jackson Decker.”
“Who woke me up at three am this morning riding my cock?” I tickle her waist and she shrieks with laughter.
“Oh, yes, forgot about that,” she breathes when she stops laughing.
“Hmm. An early night with no fucking then?” I suggest.
She pops an eyebrow at me. “I’m pretty sure that’s illegal when you’re on your honeymoon.”
“A quick fuck and then sleep?” I say, winking at her and smiling when she blushes.
“Deal, cowboy,” she purrs, the sound making a direct path to my cock as she rests her head against me again. “So choose us a movie.”
* * *
The credits are rollingover the screen and I look down to see Lucia’s eyes are closed and she’s breathing softly. Switching off the TV, I’m about to carry her to bed when I hear the banging on the French doors. Lucia jolts awake and we both look around to see Molly standing outside.
Lucia sits straight and I jump up, jogging over to find out why my aunt just scared the hell out of us.
“Jax,” she pants as I pull open the doors. Her hair is all mussed up and she’s in her pajamas. My blood starts pumping faster in my veins. “It’s your father. He’s in the hospital. Somebody beat him up. He’s in pretty bad shape.”
“What? Who?” I look out behind her. Did this happen on the ranch?
I feel Lucia standing behind me now, her hand on my back.
Molly blinks at me. She’s stalling. Why?
“Seems he was about to get into his truck and… they think there must have been a few of them.” She wipes a tear from her face.
I frown at her. “Where was he?”
She licks her lips and then sucks in a breath. “Rocky’s.”
No wonder she was stalling. “He was in a bar?” I snarl. “Fucking typical.”
“You don’t know that he was drinking, Jax,” Lucia says softly, pressing a tender kiss on my shoulder blade.
“Why are you always so quick to assume the best in him?” I turn and snap at her, my tone harsher than I intended.
“Why are you so quick to assume the worst?” she counters.
“Recovering alcoholics don’t go to a bar for any reason other than to drink, angel.”
“You don’t know that. Maybe he was meeting somebody. A friend? A date?”
“Can we argue about this later? Right now we gotta get to the hospital?” Molly yells as she looks between Lucia and me.