Page 87 of Jax

“Good,” I chirped, pulling my hand out from under her T-shirt as she jerked to reality. My hand gave a sweet, light slap against her ass and I trotted off on my way.

“Hey!” she snapped, behind me.

I turned back and flashed her a bright smile.

“Pick me up at six!”

This is gonna be fun.

* * *

“This is what you call a date?”

“Shut up,” Ronnie growled. “It’s just a little farther.”

“Hmm,” I grumbled, brushing the touch of a fir’s arm out of my face. I looked up, seeing the bright sky had begun to pale with evening purples and blues. “Are we going to get there before it gets dark?”

“Gosh!” Ronnie whipped around to face me, twigs and brushes snapping and hissing at the movement. “Why are you being so impatient?”

I looked to her little shorts, the tank top, and light tartan shirt slung over her shoulders. I could see the bottom of her scar peeking out her side. When we’d started this walk, she’d been pulling on her shirt, so it would cover the scar, but the more frustrated she’d become during our… hike?... she’d given up on the action, not caring. But the point was that my girl was comfortable enough to wear shorts in front of me. And if I was being conceited—which I always was—I’d say she even wore them to tempt me.

“Don’t lick your lips.” Ronnie’s voice cut into my staring. My eyes jumped up from her legs, hand going to my mouth to feel my damp lips.

I hadn’t even realized I’d done it.

I stepped over a small blush to get closer to her. “I can’t help it; I’m hungry.”

“You can eat in a minute, we’re—”

“If you say we’re almost there, I’m going to bite you,” I grumbled, hand reaching out to her shoulder. She jerked at the movement but otherwise leaned into the support of my hand as it inched up closer to her neck. Her long hair swept over the back of my hand and I appreciated its soft touch.

“Can’t I have a snack now?” I purred, reaching up to brush the hair back. My other palm pressed against the inside of her neck, causing her head to tilt into it. The side of her nape was exposed, and I could see the faint thrum of her heartbeat underneath the surface of her skin.

“You can eat in a minute. It’s— OUCH!” Ronnie squealed, jumping out of my grasp. Her hand flew to her neck. “You bit me!”

“You were about to say we’re almost there. Which let’s face it, we’re not.” I sighed, propping my hand up on my hip like I’d seen the women in the club do so much it was comical. “I was promised a romantic date with food and sex. Lots of sex. And yet, we’ve been walking through the back of the woods for almost an hour.”

“I want to shove a tampon in your mouth to stop that girly shit coming out,” Ronnie huffed. Her green eyes narrowed with annoyance, and I had to fight the quirk of my lip.

“Don’t be so crass.” I gasped, my hand going to my chest. “You’re supposed to be wooing me.”

“Woo you?” she scoffed. “All I’d have to do to woo you is throw my panties in your face.”

“Is that an offer?” I purred, dropping my façade. I was done waiting for my date. If I couldn’t go to the date, I was going to bring it to me.

Ronnie’s annoyance changed to caution. Her eyes widened, and her body retreated a step.

“Let’s skip the food part of our date and get to the bit we’ve both been waiting for, Ronnie?” I reached for the hem of my black shirt and pulled it up over my head.

Ronnie watched it fly over my shoulder with wide eyes. “B-but we’re in the middle of the woods.”

“You scared the squirrels will see your naked ass?”

“No!” she snapped, her lips pouting.

“Then what’s your problem?” I reached my hands out to grab the tree branch hanging just above her head, holding on it with both hands caging her in. I didn’t touch her, but her smell was all around me as I leaned in close. I could feel her stuttered breaths began to touch my skin.

“Th-the picnic… we can’t just leave it,” Ronnie whispered.

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