Page 85 of Jax

But, fuck, I could understand why they would get on their knees and apologize for that shit. I felt the unease creeping up my chest, waiting for her to lash out at me for it, and I was ready to drop to my knees and surrender just to appease her. But lying about my history with women wouldn’t sit well with me either. It was the way it was. I didn’t feel guilty about it whatsoever. I just didn’t want Ronnie to be mad at me for it. I didn’t want her to be hurt by it like I knew the other women had been.

“Ronnie, baby, about the—”

“If you’re about to apologize, don’t bother, Jax.” Ronnie turned, her hands propping up on her hips, fixing me with a glare.

“Ro—”

“Jax,” Ronnie growled, taking a step into my space.

That dirt was sure looking nice about now. Maybe I should just get it over with and get down there. Maybe if I—

It was so quick that I almost missed the soft, swift kiss against my lips. I stared at the green eyes looking up into mine.

“That’s what you get for trying to apologize.” Ronnie smirked, shaking her head at me. Her hands gripped the lapels of my shirt, anchoring me tight against her chest. “I know exactly who you are, Jax. You don’t have to apologize for being you. Whether it’s the violence or the sex or whatever hell else you do. I won’t pretend it doesn’t exist. I won’t turn a blind eye. And I certainly won’t live in a fantasy world where you’re a perfect man. You’re just Jax, and sex with lots of people was a part of your past. That’s just how it is. And I’m okay with accepting that.”

“Holy shit…,” I breathed. Was this woman for real?

“What?” Ronnie frowned, tilting her small, oval face in confusion.

“Just thinking how lucky I am.”

“You’re so soppy.” Ronnie cringed, sticking her tongue out at me.

I didn’t pass up the offer as I descended on her lips. Tasting the sweet flesh between my teeth, I delved deeper into her mouth. That sweet strawberry taste burst across my tongue, and if I were a cat, I would have fucking purred. Instead, my hand buried into the wild, nest of hair attached to her head. I tugged on the mess, demanding more access until her quiet moan tugged at my concentration. I broke apart for a moment, looking into her glazed eyes focused solely on mine. “I’m only this way for you,” I confessed.

I had never said anything sweet to any girl before. Except for the club women who were more like an annoying band of sisters, I never paid this much attention to any one woman alone.

Ronnie didn’t smile or blink. She did one better.

Her hands pulled tighter on my shirt and my head jerked toward hers. “Kiss me,” she breathed, her breath rolling over my damp lips.

Don’t have to ask me twice.

I dived back down for her, and she pushed her hips into mine, her crotch grinding against my own hardening area. I growled, tugging her hair harder, wanting, demanding more.

But not getting it.

Max’s fat ass swung into my side hard enough to send me stumbling, dragging Ronnie along with me.

I’d like to say I had the grace to catch myself or at least stop Ronnie’s fall. But I could do neither.

I hit the ground hard seconds before Ronnie fell beside me with a yelp that matched mine.

Our groans were synchronized as the dust around us finally settled, leaving just our bodies laid prone on the dirt. I was met with Max’s smug huff in my direction before she walked on past me.

Bitch.

“You sure you don’t want to put that thing down?” I moaned, shifting my body to check for damages.

A thump landed lightly against my side. “Don’t even kid about that,” Ronnie chided, lifting herself up to sit next to me.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t make jokes like that,” I apologized, sitting once I knew nothing was damaged. Except for the bruised muscles down my back. In my elbow. In my hand.

Good thing I wasn’t joking.

Damn beast.

We both managed to drag ourselves up to our feet and dust ourselves off as best we could.

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