We came back from the mission all geared up.
The night air clung to us like a second skin. We smelled of smoke, burnt rubber, and the metallic tang of cold, midnight air.
We barely stepped foot on the estate grounds before Jax’s hand caught my arm.
His grip was firm and insistent.
He didn't head for the front door. He turned left and dragged me toward the detached garage.
"Jax?" I asked. My voice was breathless. "What are you doing? We need to…"
He didn't answer. He just kept walking.
His boots crunched against the gravel as he backed me into the dim, cavernous space and the hard edge of the workbench bit into the back of my thighs.
My breath hitched as hands slammed into the wood on either side of my hips and locked me in his space.
"We should go inside," I whispered. My hea
