Page 99 of Jax

She gave me a puzzling look as I reached for the hand in my hair, pulling it down in front of my face. It was faint, but the little pink mark left around her wrist still bothered me deep down. My intentions when doing this kind of thing were never to leave a mark or damage a woman’s body. It would be too sinful. All I wanted was a better hold. A little trust. And a girl whowantedto do as she was told.

Looking at Ronnie now, I could see why I developed such a specific desire. This girl never did as she was told and seeing her bend to my command in bed the other night was so satisfying, I almost came then and there.

It was all her fault.

I pressed a kiss to the mark, feeling the tension in Ronnie’s arm melt away.

“You bruise like a peach. Always have.” I spoke against her skin, my warm breath cool against the wetness. “I don’t like to see you hurt.”

“Hmm,” Ronnie mumbled, her eyes getting that faraway look. She was in such a world of her own, mulling over my words, that she didn’t blink for what must have been over a minute.

I took the opportunity to just stare at her, the sunlight of the early morning highlighting the smooth edges of her face, not bright enough to illuminate, but enough to give her that faint glow of life.

Only when my phone buzzed loud against the wooden table did our gazes break.

I reached for the device and read the screen.

Prezflashed in white text above a photo of an old black and white dog. The thing was massive, but the grumpy expression on its face matched my president to a T, so much so I couldn’t resist putting it as his caller ID.

Note to self: Never let Prez see my phone.

“Yes, Prez,” I answered, my hand giving Ronnie’s ass a small squeeze.

She gave me a glare and swatted my hand away before getting the cue to hop up off my lap.

I watched the view as she sauntered over to the coffee machine. At the sound of her feet stepping out of bed, I’d brewed a fresh pot, making sure it was hot enough for when she came down.

“Church. Twenty minutes,” Wolf growled. “Bring your girl.”

My back straightened, and Ronnie must have noticed as her head turned at the sound of the chair and gave me a concerning look.

“Why?”

“You’ll find out when you get here,” Wolf retorted. “Nineteen minutes.”

With that short sentence, his end of the line disconnected, and I was left with a static buzz in my ear.

“What is it?” Ronnie grumbled, hand poised with the coffee jug in one hand, her mug in the other.

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly, walking over to her and taking the jug and mug out of her hand. “Get dressed. We gotta head to the club.”

“We?” Ronnie paused, eyes a little wide.

“Yes,” I huffed, leaning down to press a quick peck on the side of her mouth. “We.”

A small smile twitched at the corner of her lips, and I had to fight back the urge to copy her. “Now get your ass dressed. I ain’t taking you in that when any brother can look at that ass of mine.”

She gave me a sharp glare before it softened on the hot jug in my hands. “But my coffee….”

I sighed.

“I’ll put it in a damn flask,” I growled. “Now go do as you are told before I spank you again.”

She looked ready to argue with my attitude until I added that last little bit. When the words came out of my mouth, I saw the moment her pupils grew big and her mouth parted with a slight hitch of her breath.

She was hesitating.

“Ronnie,” I growled. It was more of a beg than a warning, because, fuck, Wolf sounded serious and I had already fucked up by missing one church meeting. But that look of arousal on her face was making me doubt every conviction I had to leave this house.

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