The Salvation Knights MC Jinx's Mistake (by KJ) novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56: Morning After

Deidra’s P.O.V.

I woke up the next morning to someone whispering in my ear. A little voice that was all too familiar. However, I was way too sleepy for my brain to work properly and definitely thought I was imagining it.

“Drrrraaaa, you gotta wake up. Sanna came,” said a little voice. Way too eager for this early, mind you.

Slowly, I peeled my eyes open. The sun wasn’t even up yet, but it was peeking above the horizon. Waylen was standing next to the bed, leaning on his elbows and smiling at me. His hair was messy from him rolling around in his sleep. He looked like a mini version of his dad to the point that it was down-right adorable.

I turned my head to see Brixton right behind me. In fact, he was wrapped completely around me. One arm under my head, one wrapped around my waist, and a leg between mine. My back was pressed to his front and he was snoring softly into my hair.

“Is everyone else up?” I whispered to Waylen.

“I think so,” he whispered back.

“You think you could go ask everyone to give me a few minutes to wake your dad?” I asked.

“Promise to be quick.”

“Okay!” He replied happily before walking to the bedroom door. “Oh! And Merry Christmas, Dra. I’m really happy that you’re here.”

Before I could even reply, the kid was out the door, shutting it with a dull thud behind him. My heart filled with warmth over his words. The silly little kid has no idea how much those words mean to

me, or how much I feel the exact same.

I rolled over to face Brixton, ready to wake him up. The man didn’t even flinch as I squirmed around. He’s only in his boxer-briefs too, his chest on full display. God, he’s so hot. And all mine now…

I can’t believe last night really happened. It was so perfect. Even the pillow talk afterward. I feel so much more connected to Brixton now. I’ve never felt like this before. It feels so good. So light and

full and thrilling and… safe.

God, is this really a good idea? I know I keep going back and forth with this, but it’s freaking scary. The man I thought was my biggest bully for my entire life turned out to not be a bully at all. Now I’m falling for him, and falling hard and quick. It’s terrifying, but I don’t want to stop.

And now, there’s no turning back. I’ve already agreed to give this a real try. Plus… last night was

magical. There’s no going back now. I’m in it. I’m here. In Brixton’s arms. I either run away for good, or I stay. And I’m not sure that I can run away anymore. I’m in too deep.

I bit my bottom lip as I looked at Brixton’s sleeping face. He looks so peaceful and relaxed. I almost don’t want to wake him up. But it’s Christmas and his son is waiting for us.

“Brix…” I said softly as I moved my hands up his chest. “Hey Briiiix…” I sang out. His nose twitched, but then he let out another soft snore, making me laugh lightly. “Brix baby… it’s time to wake up,” I

said a little louder this time.

Finally, his eyes slowly peeled open. He looked at me for a moment before looking around the room. When he verified that we were still alone, he pulled me flush against him and smiled at me. My hands were still on his bare chest and I had no intention of moving at all.

“Did you just call me baby?” he asked, his voice husky from sleep.

My face flamed, but I didn’t look away.

“Well, you’re my boyfriend, aren’t you?” I grumbled, trying not to sound like a total id.iot.

“Hell yeah I am,” he replied, snuggling into me more “I’m all yours, Lilac. You should call me baby

more often. I liked it a lot.”

“I thought you wanted me to call you by your name, I said, trying to shove him away just a little.

Unfortunately for me, Brix held on tight as he tucked his face in the crook of my neck. His lips touched my skin, and I almost completely forgot what we were talking about. Or where we were. Or that he has a whole family waiting for us right now.

“I want you to call me Brixton instead of Jinx,” he corrected me, his lips brushing against my skin as they moved with his words. “Pet names are acceptable too, Tulip. Makes me feel like you really like me.”

I rolled my eyes. Not that he could see. But his words were ridiculous. I mean, how can he think I

“You might as well have,” I grumbled. “And I do like you!” I snapped, blurting out the words in frustration. “Even if you are a prick. You’re my prick how! And I’m… sorry about being such a bit.ch to you our whole lives. I mean, no wonder why you think that I don’t like you even after last night. ! don’t have the best track record with you. And I’m not good at… reassurance. I mean, Theo never needed any, but that was probably because he was fu.cking my best friend behind my back. And I just need to remember that even though I thought last night was magical and perfect and special, doesn’t mean that you know I feel that way.” And now I realize that I’m rambling like a total mor.on. “So… I just… I… had an amazing time last night, Brixton… It was truly… amazing and mind-blowing…”

God, kill me now. I sound so lame. Brixton is smiling like he’s trying not to laugh. He’s blushing too. Blushing and laughing while I’m dying of humiliation. Fu.cking lovely.

“Last night was everything for me too, Thorn,” he said softly as he cupped my cheek. “But you’re right about the rest. I need reassurance. All the time. At least once a day I need you to tell me you like me. Or show me in some way. Every day. Promise?”

Is he fucking serious right now?

“I’m being serious, and you’re joking,” I stated, making Brix snort.

“I’m not joking,” he replied. “I just like hearing you say you like me. And showing me will be fun. Last night speaks for that. Hell, that blowjob you gave me the other day speaks for it. Or you can just

kiss me in front of everyone. Attention is reassurance too.”

“Se.xual attention?” I asked with a raised brow, making him laugh again.

“What can I say?” He said. “Your pu.ssy is magic, and I am addicted baby. But your lips are truly everything.”

My face heated even more at that, but a warm, fuzzy feeling spread through my chest too. I smiled as I moved my hands to wrap around his neck. His warm body pressed against mine, letting me feel his hardened co.ck right against my bare pussy.

“I do really like you, Brixton,” I whispered as I played with his hair.

“Fu.ck, say it again,” he replied, pressing our lips together before I got the chance. “Alright, alright,” he said, pulling away from me. “If we keep this up, someone’s gonna barge in here. Time to go celebrate Christmas. Later, I can unwrap you.”

I giggled as he jumped out of bed, his di.ck straining against the material of his underwear.

“Merry Christmas to me,” I said, eyeing him like a piece of meat.

“Come on, Daisy,” he said as he grabbed my hand. “Before I change my mind.”