Page 32 of Rogue Enforcer Daddy
Ava laughs, that light, musical sound that fills the whole office and makes my chest tighten with love. She shakes Riley’s hand eagerly. “Ava Simpson. Former accidental witness and current very happy librarian. Yes. So wrong place at the wrong time. I was just finishing up at the library. Next thing I know I’m in a blizzard with a possessive marshal and cartel men chasing me through the woods. But… maybe it was the right place after all. Because it led me straight to Jax.”
Riley’s eyes sparkle with understanding. “I know exactly what you mean. I witnessed something I never should have and ended up locked in a cabin with this one during the worst storm of the year. One bed. One very protective marshal. I was terrified. But looking back… it was the best wrong place I could’ve been.It brought me Mason. And now this whole crazy Steel Mountain family.”
The two of them fall into easy conversation, voices bright and animated as they compare notes on grumpy mountain marshals, the terror of being hunted, and the unexpected joy on the other side. I watch Ava light up, her cheeks flushing that pretty pink I love, her hands gesturing as she tells Riley about the Alpha Pig and the self-defense moves that helped her escape. She’s glowing.
Mason catches my eye and nods once, that silent brotherly approval passing between us. Brock, Kane, Colt, and Ryker lounge nearby, all of them wearing satisfied smirks. The team is whole. The cartel’s broken. And our women are safe.
I pull Ava back against my chest when she finishes talking, wrapping both arms around her from behind. My chin rests on top of her head, breathing her in. “You hear that? No more WITSEC. No more hiding. Just you and me in Timber Creek. Big porch. And one very permanent bed where I plan to keep you for the rest of our lives.”
She tilts her head back, smiling up at me with pure joy. “I can’t wait. I’m going to organize all your spices alphabetically and you’re going to growl at me for it. Then you’re going to remind me who I belong to. Every single night.”
“Every night,” I growl low against her ear, nipping the shell just enough to make her shiver. “And every morning. You’re mine, Ava. Forever.”
The office fills with easy laughter and congratulations. Handshakes. Back slaps. Riley and Ava exchange numbers, already planning some kind of girls’ night that’ll probablyinvolve way too much talk about us growly bastards. I don’t mind. Seeing my woman happy, safe, and making friends in this life we’re building means everything.
Later, as we step out into the bright sunlight, snow melting off the rooftops in steady drips, I lift Ava into my arms right there on the sidewalk. She squeaks in surprise but wraps her legs around my waist, laughing that perfect laugh.
“Jax! People are watching!”
“Let ‘em watch,” I say, kissing her deep and slow. “I want the whole damn town to know you’re mine.”
She melts into the kiss, her fingers threading through my hair as the world fades around us. The Steel Mountains stand tall and proud in the distance, no longer a place of danger but the backdrop to our forever.
Ava Simpson’s going to be Ava Hartman soon. And I can’t wait to spend every day showing her exactly how deep my love is.
Our HEA. Exactly the way it was always meant to be.
Epilogue
Ava
I’m practically vibrating with excitement as I wait for Jax to come home from work. The house in Timber Creek smells like the fresh apple pie I baked earlier, warm cinnamon and sweet vanilla drifting through the air from the kitchen. I’ve been planning this all day. My heart flutters with that familiar mix of naughty anticipation and pure love as I stand in the living room wearing nothing but one of his oversized black marshal shirts. The hem barely reaches the tops of my thighs which has me already aching for him.
The front door opens with a familiar click and heavy boot steps sound on the hardwood. Jax steps inside, still in his tactical jacket, broad shoulders filling the doorway. His eyes lock onto me instantly and darken with raw hunger the second he takes in what I’m wearing. Or barely wearing.
“Sweetheart,” he growls, voice ragged and breathy. He kicks the door shut behind him and stalks toward me, dropping his gearbag with a heavy thud. “You trying to kill me the second I walk in?”
I bite my lip and give him my best innocent smile, shifting my weight so the shirt rides up just a little higher. “Welcome home, Marshal Hartman. I missed you. Thought you might want a little dessert before dinner.”
He reaches me in two powerful strides, big hands gripping my hips and yanking me flush against his hard body. The heat of him sinks into me immediately, chasing away any chill. His mouth crashes down on mine in a deep, claiming kiss, tongue sweeping in to taste me like he’s been starving for me all day. I moan into his mouth, melting against his chest as his hands slide under the shirt and palm my bare ass, squeezing hard.
“Fuck, Ava,” he rasps against my lips, nipping my bottom one. “No panties. You’ve been waiting here like this, dripping for me?”
“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly, already rocking against the thick bulge straining in his pants. “I’ve been thinking about you inside me since lunch. Please, Jax. I need you.”
He doesn’t need more encouragement. In one smooth motion he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me straight to the big couch. He lays me down and shoves the shirt up to my neck, exposing me completely. His mouth latches onto my breast, sucking hard on my nipple while his rough fingers slide between my thighs and stroke through my slickness.
“So fucking wet already,” he groans, pushing two thick fingers deep inside me. The stretch is perfect, his calluses dragging against my sensitive walls and making me arch with a sharp cry.“This tight little pussy missed its owner, did it? Been aching for my cock all day?”
I nod frantically, fingers threading through his dark hair as he pumps his fingers faster, curling them just right against that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes. “Yes. So much. I need you inside me, Jax. Fill me up. Claim me.”
He pulls his fingers out and makes quick work of his belt and pants, freeing his thick, heavy cock. It springs out hot and veined, the head already glistening. He lines up and slams into me in one powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out at the incredible fullness, my walls stretching around his girth as he bottoms out deep inside me.
“That’s it,” he growls, starting to move with hard, demanding strokes. “Take every inch of this cock. It’s yours. This pussy is mine to fuck whenever I want.”
The couch creaks under us as he pounds into me, deep and relentless. Skin slaps against skin, wet and filthy. His mouth claims mine again, swallowing my moans while one hand grips my hip hard enough to bruise and the other pinches my nipple. Every thrust sends pleasure crashing through me, building higher and hotter.
“Jax… I’m so close,” I whimper, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Come for me, Ava,” he commands, voice rough and commanding. “Come all over my cock like the perfect little wife you are.”
I shatter with a sharp cry, my pussy clenching rhythmically around him as waves of intense pleasure wash over me. He follows right after, burying himself deep and growling my name as he fills me with thick, hot pulses of his release.
We stay locked together, panting and sweaty. Jax kisses me slow and tender now, his hands stroking over my skin like he can’t get enough. “I love you, Ava. Every damn day.”
I smile up at him, heart so full it feels like it might burst. “I love you too. My Rogue Enforcer Daddy. My everything.”
This is our life now. Pie in the oven, growly sex on the couch, and a future filled with all the love and filthy promises I could ever want. Happily ever after never felt so good.
