Jax (Book 2): Iron Bandits MC, #2

By Heather West

This is book 2 of the Iron Bandits MC trilogy. Book 3 is available everywhere now!

Jax is the last man on earth I want to marry. But he's the only choice I have.

His brother told me long ago to go find Jax if anything bad happened.

He said Jax would help me.

But Keith failed to mention that Jax is an alcoholic son of a b*tch with a vicious addiction to one-night stands with trashy club girls.

He's not fit to protect me.

And he's sure as hell not fit to protect the baby in my arms.

But I'm desperate, and I have nowhere else to turn.

I need a fake husband and a man who can protect me from Keith's killers.

So now I'm at the altar with this broken, pathetic wreck of a man.

Wearing his ink.

Bearing his ring.

All for my baby's sake.

But Jax won't be satisfied with marriage in name only.

He wants everything that comes with it, too.

So when we get home and he tells me to strip off my veil and hike up my wedding dress, I do what he says.

Anything to make this nightmare end faster.

But then something happened, something I never expected.

I started to fall for the bastard.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Jun 2, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393080015

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Jax: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Iron Bandits MC) (Book 2)

By Heather West

Jax is the last man on earth I want to marry. But he’s the only choice I have.

HIS BROTHER TOLD ME long ago to go find Jax if anything bad happened.

He said Jax would help me.

But Keith failed to mention that Jax is an alcoholic son of a b*tch with a vicious addiction to one-night stands with trashy club girls.

He’s not fit to protect me.

And he’s sure as hell not fit to protect the baby in my arms.

But I’m desperate, and I have nowhere else to turn.

I need a fake husband and a man who can protect me from Keith’s killers.

So now I’m at the altar with this broken, pathetic wreck of a man.

Wearing his ink.

Bearing his ring.

All for my baby’s sake.

But Jax won’t be satisfied with marriage in name only.

He wants everything that comes with it, too.

So when we get home and he tells me to strip off my veil and hike up my wedding dress, I do what he says.

Anything to make this nightmare end faster.

But then something happened, something I never expected.

I started to fall for the bastard.

Chapter 1

Ellie

Ifelt like I’d had a complete body workout and massage, inside and out—which was not far from the truth. Sex with Jax was out of this world, even better than I had imagined it might be.

After I returned to myself and woke the massive beast up to get him to roll off of me so I could breathe—there’s only so long that it’s okay for a huge man to sleep on top of a significantly smaller woman—he seemed annoyingly ready to bolt away from me, but I didn’t let him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and wouldn’t let go, and told him, Dude, I let you sleep on me. You gotta let me snuggle. Fair’s fair.

He seemed surprised at my rationale, but he didn’t argue, and he even relaxed into it, supporting his weight over me on his elbows. After several moments, he said, We had that coming for a while.

Yeah. We did. I grinned, and he gave it right back.

Another minute or two more, then he gave me a quick, tight squeeze and said, You good now?

Yeah. I am. I was a post-coital wordsmith. Not.

Good. I gotta get up, get rid of this thing. I loosened my hold on him, he eased his way out of me, kissed my lips, and got up to toss out the condom. I collected my clothes and began re-dressing; he just pulled his jeans back on and left it at that.

I totally appreciated that. He was super easy on the eyes.

The rest of the night, we didn’t even talk about it—we just allowed ourselves to be. He had a couple beers, I took care of Peter when he woke again; it was like we were a normal couple. Which we weren’t, but kind of, we were.

We had just agreed to marry, so—even though it was for convenience sake, and would be a temporary thing—the sex had seemed like a natural and normal thing to do, to seal the deal. Not to mention, we had obviously both been dying for it. Our chemistry was off the charts. Bonus!

In any case, our bodies were finally sated after too many days of being on high alert around one another. Well, sated might have been too strong a word. Because having had him once, I wanted him more. But I was also really just happy with what I got. I felt really, really good.

He disappeared into his bedroom for a while to get started with the broken glass, and maybe a half hour later someone had pulled up in a pickup with a huge board of wood to cover the window from the outside until it could be replaced.

I cooked up one of my favorite easy meals for dinner. After boarding up the window, his buddy had left, and we ate together, talking of how best to deal with the glass on the bed. Jax decided he was going to buy new bedding; there were too many shards all around for him to be comfortable with sleeping on and amongst them. I fully supported this decision. The thought of all those slivers was disturbing.

He didn’t want to leave me home alone again with Peter, even though I told him we couldn’t stop our lives because Brian was an asshole. Regardless, after dinner the three of us piled into his shiny manly pickup and we went to one of those huge home stores for new bedding—like a family—which was funny and weird, and definitely fun. We kept cracking up. It felt good and right, too—which in itself, was probably not so great.

I had to be careful not to get too comfortable with having Jax in my and Peter’s lives. I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn’t a for-real or a forever thing.

I didn’t want Jax sleeping in that room until it had been thoroughly vetted in daylight for all shards in the carpeting and any that might be hanging around the bed, and I found it fairly easy to convince him to sleep with me on the air mattress for the night. It was just a size double, so we were forced to be close, which I had no problem with, although