“What?” I blink, trying to see him more clearly.
“You need to learn that your body is meant for more than just looking pretty or to tease men. Among other things, it’s meant to feel, too.”
“Believe me, there are all kinds of feeling going on right now.”
“Oh. I know. But if I do decide to fuck you, I’m gonna want to experience all of your layers, touch and feel every one of them. ”
“What do you mean if you decide?”
“I told you before, I’m very selective,” his lips brush along my neck, “about whose pie I eat.” Mouth barely touching me, it moves up my chin, past my cheek, stilling at my ear. “Now, I’m gonna go take that shower.” He pulls my bra and shirt down over my chest. “Then I’m going to the bar.” His fingers find my skirt, and he tugs that down, too. “And while I’m away, I expect you to behave yourself.”
With the wall behind me, holding my trembling body erect, the room comes to life with light. I barely catch a glimpse of Jax’s arm as he disappears from the door. I look around at the small office, still catching my breath. I rest my head against the wall and close my eyes. Holy shit! I touch my thundering chest. I’m definitely in trouble here.
CHAPTER SIX
I get out of the shower, dry myself off, get dressed, and stop by Slate’s room. I flick on the light. He’s asleep, curled up in a ball with a sheet tangled around him. Whenever I see him like this, I want to go over and hold my little brother, and then I want to beat the shit out of the man he’s become. At the rate he’s going, he’ll be dead before he makes it to my age. I don’t know what I can do to help him. I watch for his breaths, for the slow rise and fall of his chest. When I’m convinced that he’s okay, I flick the light switch off and head back to the bar to deal with Emmie Rue. That is if she’s still here.
I wouldn’t blame her for leaving; I left the woman all keyed up in my office. While I was in the shower, I rubbed one out imagining her still in there, fingers deep inside her slick wetness. Fuck. I wanted to touch her. I’m glad I couldn’t, though. That’s not the way I’d want to take her, at least, not for the first time.
I reach the front bar. The place is jam packed. Scanning the room, I spot Em at the bar and I let out the breath I didn’t realize that I was holding. Fuck, I’m not sure how I feel about how relieved I am that she’s still here.
“Jax,” Rusty, my best bartender comes sprinting over to me. “Can you watch the bar for a few,” she presses her thighs together and leans forward, “I gotta pee.”
Just like Rusty for the visual. “Yeah,” I laugh, “wouldn’t want any accidents behind the bar.”
“Thanks.” She gives me a quick smile and takes off to the bathroom.
I shimmy my way through the crowd and slide behind the bar. “Ya, what can I get you ladies,” I say to three brunettes decked out in their best fuck-me clothes.
“Your number,” the one with blood red fingernails holding the money says as her eyes rake over me. I put my hands on the bar, smile, and wait. It usually works. “You’re not given that out though, are you, handsome,” she says. I shake my head. “Okay,” she gives me a cute pout, “then gimme two light beers, whatever’s on tap, and do you have wine?”
“We got Merlot or Zinfandel, that’s it.”
“Okay, Merlot. Thanks,” she turns to say something to her friend.
I spin around to pour the beers and the wine, glance up, and I can’t hold back any longer. I look over at Em. She’s watching me as I lean forward to hand the drinks to the women.
Dagger-nails slides the money across the bar. “Keep the change.”
“Thanks.” I go to grab the cash and her hand lands on top of mine.
“Are you sure you don’t want to give me your number?”
“Sorry, hon,” I smile, trying to keep the customer somewhat happy, “but my number’s already taken.”
“Well, she’s a lucky girl.” She pulls her hand back. Yeah, lucky, now I don’t know about that. “Gotta respect an honest man. They sure are hard to come by these days.” She winks at me and takes her drink.
I pick up the money, toss it in the till, and take a few more orders. Rusty comes back, looking relieved. “Oh my God, I thought my bladder was going to burst. Melody’s been busy in the back. But I’m good. Thanks, Jax.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, yeah.” She shoos me away with a hand.
I wander down to the end of the bar to Em and her friends, rest my elbows on it, and lean in. “Hey, Rayna,” I say and nod at the other woman with them.