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“I’m sorry too,” Jax replied, his hand once again moving against the back of my head, combing through my hair in a soft, soothing motion. “I shouldn’t have blamed you for not coming with me. I shouldn’t have put that pressure on you and punished you for doing what you thought was right. You didn’t deserve that either.”

I pulled my head up from his chest, turning to look at the deep brown eyes. They were soft and gentle and more relaxed than I’d seen them in a long while. “I guess this means we really have made up.”

“Does this mean we get to have sex now?” Jax smirked, the crinkles under his eyes turning mischievous in a second.

“You never stop, do you?” I chuckled, rolling my eyes.

“Nope.” Jax smirked. “Guess this just means you’re gonna have to keep up with me.”

“That ain’t a problem, princess.” I leaned up toward his face, brushing my lips against his.

“Princess?” Jax’s lips capturing the top of mine in a teasing nibble.

“You’re my sleeping beauty. I’m your prince. That’s how it is.”

“In that case,Prince,” Jax mused. “Hurry up and kiss your princess. I’m getting lonely.”

I tried to laugh, the statement too funny to have come out of such a rugged man’s lips, but I didn’t get much of a chance as my princess took it into his own hands. Or rather his lips.

His kiss captured mine, and just like in the fairy tales, I couldn’t resist falling in love.

This man was mine, and I was never letting him go.

My princess.

My Jax.

Chapter Thirty

Jax

“Ouch!” I snapped, dragging my arm away. “Why are you being so rough when I was so gentle?”

“Gentle, my ass.” Ronnie dragged back my wrist until it propped on her thigh. She pressed the alcohol wipe to my wound again and, fuck, it burned. Whenever Kay did it, it didn’t seem to hurt so much! Why did she have to let—

“If you finish that thought, I’m gonna jab this with my finger,” she growled, probing a finger near the deep cut and sore rope marks in question, a glint of warning in her jaded green eyes.

“How did you?”

“How long have I known you?” she grumbled, half under her breath, half not. “I can read you like an open book when you’re like this. You’ve never liked pain. Why on earth you struggled against the ropes so much, I’ve got no idea.”

“Well the idea of a spit roasting myself didn’t sound all that appealing,” I retorted, making sure to underscore the point by sticking my tongue out at her. “I’m sure I’d taste nice though.”

Ronnie rolled her eyes. “If you didn’t have all the freaking nurses fawning all over you, I wouldn’t have to be the one to do this.”

“Just admit that you’re jealous,” I teased, loving the way her cheeks flushed a slight red and her dark lashes fluttered, her pretty little eyes flickering down to the floor.

“Fine,” she grunted. “I was jealous.”

I stuttered. Me, a grown-ass man, who had heard every dirty little promise even the kinkiest of women had told me, had stuttered. “I- Ah- Can you please repeat that?”

Ronnie’s eyes flickered back up toward me, round and open, catching the fluorescent hospital lights to reveal those little hidden flecks of yellow. They were steady and unhesitating, and through her beat-red cheeks, she said, “I was jealous.”

I couldn’t be sure what expression I had on my face, but whatever it was caused Ronnie’s cheeks to almost glow as her head ducked once more, the embarrassment overwhelming her. “Am I not allowed to be jealous of other women touching my man?”

My man.

“Fuck, what did I do to deserve something this good?” I whispered into the air, my heart turning to gush and wanting to wash out of every pour in my body. The swell of emotion sapped my energy as I hunched over, my head dropping gently onto her shoulder. “Where have you been, woman.”

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