Page 94 of Jax

“What?” I grumbled, turning my head to see the leather pile curled on the bed sheets. “Ja—”

My stomach jerked at the soft sensation brushed across it. I gasped, my hips jerking upward.

Jax’s hand splayed across my stomach, pinning me down. I lifted my head to see his dark hair drifting down around my waist where my shirt stopped and my pants began. His nose pressed against the line above my pants, and his fingers curled underneath their hem.

“Jax,” I whispered, the need to lift my hips overwhelming and frustrating as I writhed under his delicate touches.

His hands fisted the cloth, and he pressed a lingering kiss against my waist.

A short raspy gasp jerked from my chest.

My pants were gone in one sharp pull. Torn and thrown into the corner of the room in such a smooth singular motion that I couldn’t compute what had just happened to me. Only a cool breeze against my folds had my awareness piecing things together.

“Here,” Jax murmured, drawing my attention back to his lithe body leaning over the edge of the bed where my feet dangled. He took one knee, the action so slow and soft that it didn’t make a sound as he cupped his hand under the ball of my foot and pulled it up. He pressed his lips to it in a reverent act of affection. His tongue slid over the soft skin, and I understood why the royalty loved getting their feet kissed, as it tingled the nerves under the skin.

I jerked when Jax’s tongue brushed over the sensitive skin, and my eyes flashed to him. He didn’t look up, but he pulled away. His eyes looked at the small shiny scar marking the edge of my ankle. It was one of my more faded ones, but it held a painful memory like the rest.

“This,” Jax murmured, soothing a rough finger around the edges. I felt Jax drift away from me. Somewhere deep, somewhere personal… somewhere inside of me. “Your foot caught in the stirrup when you fell,” he explained, dragging me into the past with him. The rain thundered in the back of my head, the phantom rain hammering down on my skin as I had looked at my ankle, knowing it felt and looked wrong. Ankles didn’t bend at that angle. “A clean break,” Jax explained. “Metal pins to fix it in place.”

He leaned forward, and where I had expected a kiss, he did the complete opposite.

I hissed at the sharp pain shoot up my leg. “I told you not to bite me!” I shoved my hand against his forehead to push him back.

He reacted quick. My wrist was enclosed in a vice-like grip and instead of pushing him away, I was dragged to him. “This,” he growled, pulling my wrist to his face. He moved his fingers until the outside of my wrist was exposed to his lips. “Your hand was tangled in the reins when you fell, suspending you between the saddle and the floor. You were dragged until it popped out of its socket, leaving you with carpel tunnel.”

He leaned in.

“You better not….”

He didn’t heed my warning and the sharp pain jerked down my arm. I hissed at the burn, the impression on his teeth throbbing on both of my extremities. The heat settled in my chest, the weight heavy and burning as my half-naked body rocked with anticipation.

Fuck, what is this feeling?

“This.” Jax’s voice snapped me to attention. My stomach quivered as he leaned down to my shoulder, not releasing my hand. Instead he pinned it back above my head, holding me still as his free hand reached to the buttons of my shirt. One by one, he popped them open all the way to the bottom, the material falling to the side, exposing my breasts. He paid them no attention as he pushed the collar aside, adjusting my arms until my shoulder was bare. Not a scar this time, but Jax leaned down to it and I knew he knew.

“Dislocated shoulder from where you were dragged across the ground, unable to free yourself. Unable to let go.” He breathed. It felt like time slowed this time, and I knew what was coming. My breathing hitched at the feeling of his teeth indenting into my skin.

“Jax,” I whined, my body unable to take the waiting.

Like the delirious bite of a vampire, his teeth sunk into my skin, hard and sharp, and I almost cried out in pleasure.

What is he doing to me?

My core wiggled against the cotton sheets, pushed to the edge but not enough to tip over. The little nips of pain mixed with the emotional seeking sent my mind in circles and my body spiraling higher.

“Ropes broke you, Ronnie,” Jax said, earning my attention once more. “I was hesitant because I didn’t want to bring those memories back for you. It was hell. I can see the scars, the injuries. But what I can’t see is what’s going on in here,” he whispered, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against my forehead before pulling back and looking down on me with the sweetest, gentlest, and most vulnerable gaze I’d ever seen on him.

Even through the lust-filled haze clouding my mind, I had enough clarity to focus on him. Like the center of the storm, he stood out like a beacon of calm. My body deflated like a balloon full of hot air as I sunk into the sheets.

“You were worried for me,” I whispered, waiting for his slow nod of confirmation. His thumb brushed against the scars of my wrist one last time before he released his hold and sat back, pulling me up along with him.

My hair fell around my shoulders as I looked down into the floral sheets between us. “It wasn’t because you weren’t interested.”

“Babe,” Jax purred, “there’s no way I wouldn’t be interested.”

I looked up to find him scanning the sight of me before him, the cotton shirt being the only thing covering my arms while I sat naked and exposed in front of him. Hard nipples and damp thighs and all.

I rolled my eyes. “You’re a pig.”

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