LILA’S POV

Ryan came back two hours later.

The front door slammed so hard the walls shook. Jax and I were still in the kitchen — I was sitting on the island, legs wrapped around his waist, his thick cock buried deep inside me as he fucked me slow and deep, forehead pressed to mine, whispering how much he loved me between kisses.

We both froze the second we heard the door.

Jax didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed buried to the hilt, one hand gripping my hip possessively, the other cupping the back of my head as he looked into my eyes.

“Whatever happens,” he murmured, voice low and...