On the Devil's Path {a SOA sequel}

Chapter twenty seven

"I'll be in the garage." I told her.

She nodded and as soon as I had the door closed, the cops showed up. About 10 minutes later, I heard a soft knock on the door.

"Hey, they're gone." McKayla said.

I opened the door and we just stared at each other for a while. McKayla cleared her throat finally and looked away.

"Come on, let me clean you up." She said softly.

I was too exhausted to say anything. I didn't need to. She reached for my hand and led me into the apartment, her apartment.

After six months of her living there, she had managed to rid the place of the smell of old pussy. I smiled a little and she sat me down on her neatly made bed.

"Christ Jax, what the hell happened?" She muttered as she got out the first aid kit.

I sighed deeply and closed my eyes.

"A God damn shit show." I told her.

When I opened my eyes, she wasn't looking at me. She was soaking a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol and I noticed a slight tremble in her hands. I reached over and covered them with my own.

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked her seriously.

A faint smile ghosted on her face and she nodded.

"You know, I'm actually okay. Really. I'm just glad everyone came out whole, or mostly whole." She said with a shrug.

I nodded and she started dabbing my face. I winced when she touched my nose. She gave me a sympathetic look and gently touched it.

"I think it's broken." She said, more to herself than to me.

"Take your shirt off." She said.

I couldn't help but smirk.

"All you had to do was ask, darlin'." I said halfheartedly.

McKayla rolled her eyes playfully and helped me out of my shirt. She gasped and touched the bruises forming on my skin. I caught her hands again and kissed them.

"I'm good, McKayla. Really." I told her.

She bit her bottom lip and looked down. Suddenly, I had the urge to kiss her. I slid my hands to cup her face and without a second thought, I crashed my lips to hers. I expected her to pull away, but she didn't. Instead, she threaded her hands through my hair and pulled me closer to her. Lack of oxygen kicked in and I had to untangle myself from her. She looked beautiful. Her lips were red and swollen and her eyes were filled with lust.

The pain in my body was long forgotten as I wrapped my arms around her and laid her on the bed. She reached up and pulled off the blood soaked shirt and tossed it somewhere on the floor. I let out a groan. Fuck, she was perfect. McKayla smiled and pulled me back to her. My hands snaked up her sides until I reached her lace bra. I kneaded them and she moaned into the kiss.

"I've missed you." I whispered on her lips.

McKayla pulled away and looked me dead in the eyes.

"I'm right here, Jax." She said.

I groaned and slipped my hands under her bra to touch her rock hard nipples. She gasped and arched her back and pressed her chest against mine.

"Fuck." She hissed.

I smirked and skillfully popped the clasp of the lacy material. I tossed it with the shirt and pulled her right nipple into my mouth. McKayla gasped and I pinched her left between my fingers. I continued my assault on her perfect tits for a bit until she started whining and writhing under me.