[Black Legion MC 02] • Ignition

Distance makes the heart grow fonder.

Jax is in new territory, where danger lurks at every corner and Lena isn’t there to be with him. He suspects that someone has been setting him up. Seeking answers to these questions means he must come clean about Lena to the club… and suffer whatever consequences that awaits him.

Time is not on Lena’s side.

When Lena discovers who put Jax in harm's way, she is determined to do whatever it takes to get him back. But what happens when the only person who can help them is hell-bent on keeping them as far apart as possible?

Lifelong friendship vs family and crew.

If Jax can convince Eric, there might be a chance for him and Lena. But to do so means pulling back from new territory against his orders, and against the club. In the Black Legion, loyalty to the club comes first above all else, and Jax is about to find out that there are far worse things than being separated from the person you love.

**EXCERPT**

Lena lingered in the closet for long minutes, but when the house stayed silent around her, she remembered that Jax wanted her safe and sure. And if he came back to find her cowering in a closet, he would kick himself for leaving. And Lena wanted to savor the sight of his return.

She kept the gun in her hands and left the house. Moving around the perimeter, she saw nothing but an endless expanse of grass, and she felt grateful for the lack of trees. Better to see anyone who might sneak up. But it still made her something of an open target just waiting for the next shoe to fall.

Stop it! He’s coming back. He won’t leave me now.

Clinging to that hope, Lena returned to the sheets and slowly set the gun down at the edge of the bed. If, when, he returned, she would want to feel him inside her again, his fingers surrounding her sides. And he would be tired. Probably filthy from the road. She imagined dragging him back to the shower and scrubbing the grime from his flesh, stopping only to kiss and stroke him to a place where he would have no choice but to lift her from the shower floor with damp, rippling arms and bring her back to the bed. He would smile when he saw how she had prepared the place for his return, and as she folded the sheets around the corners of the mattress, Lena pressed her hands between her legs and sank back to the bed at the memory of his cock.

Lena’s stoke was slow, softer compared to the feel of him finding and claiming her. But still she could almost see his eyes when she pushed deeper, and as her hips rocked against the power of her own hand, Lena arched her back and sighed at the feel of her body releasing. It was impossible; how could she want this so much after what Eric had put her through? But it was so very different with Jax. Hot to be sure, but also tender and caring, his hands gentle even as he marked her as his own. The sentence seemed long, but she felt sure that she would wait forever.