JAX: MC Biker Romance (New Adult Contemporary Bad Boy Romance) (4 page)

“How long should I give them before tossing their asses out onto the street?”

“Why not just do it now?” Graham asked.

I rubbed my hand over my face. “We’re already so close to an all-out war, and war is bad for business. I’d rather not start anything until I have to.”

And then, suddenly, I had to.

Douche One, with the stupid sideburns, had just smacked Mandi’s ass. I moved much faster than the bouncer.

I grabbed his shirt-front in my fist and hauled him out of the chair, practically lifting him off the ground. “Don’t fucking touch her.”

The guy laughed in my face. “I’ll touch who I want to fucking touch.”

Graham was on the other guy who had started creeping around behind me with a bottle; coward. I guessed it was time to show these two idiots just what they'd gotten themselves into.

“You’re going to leave right now,” I growled, “because I don’t want Mandi to have to clean your blood off the tables.”

The bouncer, Jerome, had gone off to talk with Mandi. He knew we would handle this, and Jerome was a bit of a hands-off guy. For a bouncer, he wasn’t all that fond of violence. I pushed the guy away from me and he staggered back, that cocky grin still on his face. I turned to see Graham with his fists at his side, giving Douche Two a death glare.

“Fine,” said Douche One. “We’ll go.”

“And, we’ll go with you to make sure you do.”

Graham and I both followed them out front. The very fact that they’d chosen the front door over the back told me they weren’t actually going without a fight; good. I was going to relish beating that grin off Douche One’s face.

Chapter 6

Annabelle

“We should do this all the time,” Melissa said, spooning some ice cream into her mouth.

I nodded. “The sweet taste of ice cream and the sweet sounds of The Cruise; two of life’s greatest pleasures.”

We both laughed.

We were on our patio enjoying the first of hopefully many p.j. and junk-food nights. It was a clear, warm night, and we could even see a few stars. I loved hanging out with Melissa; just relaxing on our patio and chatting about life… though one aspect of that had become a little bit tedious recently.

“I still can’t believe you didn’t at least kiss him!”

Ah, there it was again.

“It didn’t feel right at the time, Mel,” I defended. “Aren’t you the one who always tells me not to go in unless I can go in with both feet?”

“Jump in.”

“What?”

“Don’t jump in unless you can jump in with both feet.” She sighed, twirling her spoon. “I suppose you’re right. It just seems like such a waste.”

“It’s not like I’ll never see him again.”

She gave me a flat look. “When are you going to see him again, Annabelle? I don’t see you jumping over yourself to get to The Cruise tonight and find him.”

“I know, it’s just—”

“Do you regret it?”

“What?”

“Do you regret not jumping in?”

My shoulders sagged. “A little bit, yeah.”

A lot, more like. It had been all I could think about all weekend. What was life, particularly adulthood, if not a collection of opportunities to seize the moment? I’d been so afraid of what might come after—or what might not come rather—that I’d made myself miserable anyway.

It’ll be what it’ll be,” I said.

At that moment, the doors of The Cruise opened and Jax walked out. Even from a distance, I could recognize him anywhere. The way he walked, so sure of himself; the way he stood, straight and proud; the way his eyes cut a path in front of him. But, he wasn’t looking at me today. He and the guy beside him were looking at the two men who had just walked out in front of them.

“It’s fine, boys,” one of the men shouted at Jax and the other guy. “I like mine with better tits anyway. Plus, I don’t wanna know where she’s been.”

Melissa gasped. “Are you seeing this? Cruise drama!”

“That’s Jax,” I said.

She peered closer. “Oh my god! I didn’t even recognize him.”

More words were exchanged between the two pair, but they weren’t loud enough for either of us to hear. We got the jist; however, because Jax then punched the crass guy across the face.

Melissa and I jumped to our feet, leaning over the railing to watch. There wasn’t much of a show. Jax and his friend were clearly better fighters, and the two guys had underestimated them. In no time at all, the two men were on the ground, bloodied and putting their hands up in surrender. Jax’s friend had been clocked a couple times, but it looked like Jax had only been hit once. He was rubbing his lower lip and jaw.

Nobody else on the street seemed to either notice or care about what had just happened; they just walked around it. And, no bouncers came out from the bar either, which was odd.

“It’s all so Malton,” Melissa commented, as we watched the two men scramble from the ground and walk around to the parking lot. Moments later, they rumbled onto the street on their bikes and tore off into the night.

I was about to respond when Jax looked straight up at us. My heart lurched as his stare found me even from so high up. I managed a weak wave, which he didn’t return. He simply walked inside the bar.

My heart sank. “He hates me now,” I said grimly. “I should have kissed him.”

“He doesn’t hate you,” Melissa said, patting me on the back. “He’s probably just not used to being rejected.”

I spun to her. “I didn’t reject him! I just didn’t kiss him!”

She shrugged. “I don’t make the rules.”

I hated the idea that he thought I had rejected him. I hated that I had probably missed my chance. I hated that I had screwed up.

“What do I do?”

Melissa put her hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eye. “You go get him,” she instructed. “Right now. I’m not sure why you haven’t already run down there because that was hella hot.”

It had been. It had awakened some primal part of me. Much as I was an educated woman, hell I would watch Jax knock around assholes all day if I could. Damn he was fine.

I didn’t waste any more time on words or on anything else. I barely had the clarity of mind to put shoes on before I ran out the door. I hustled down the steps like the building was on fire, and then booked it across the street. I chanced one look behind me, as I stepped over the blood on the pavement, and Melissa was giving me a thumbs-up. My resolve strengthened. I stepped up to the doors and walked in.

And, realized I had forgotten my ID.

I was about to think of some sort of line that would get me through the doors when the bouncer took one look at me and waved me in. I had no idea why. I was wearing pajama shorts and a t-shirt and a pair of Melissa’s Birkenstocks. And, I clearly had no wallet or ID. Then, I recognized him from the night Melissa and I had gone out. He couldn’t just be letting me in because of Jax, could he?

Didn’t matter. I had a job to do. I scanned the bar, panting from my run, and locked eyes with Jax across the room. He was leaning against his customary table, dabbing at his lip with cocktail napkins. When he saw me, his hand fell to the side.

And then, it was on.

Chapter 7

Jax

The pleasure I felt at seeing Annabelle storm into the bar in her p.j.’s with fire in her eyes was only matched by the fiery rage that flowed through me, as I watched all the other guys in the bar turn to her. Even guys that had been chatting up girls couldn’t keep their eyes off of the tall redhead who was wearing what was essentially boxers and a t-shirt with no bra on. I clearly wasn’t the only one in the bar she was making hard.

But, she was mine.

I raised my finger and beckoned her; our little game.

She bolted toward me, straight through the dance floor, her hair whipping behind her, and she jumped straight into my arms.

I crashed my mouth against hers, even as my guys began to hoot. She was warm and soft, her lips velvety and generous. I ate it up, feeling her nipples harden through her shirt against my chest. Our tongues tangled together, and I growled and wound my arms tighter around her, letting her know with my body that I wasn’t letting her go anytime soon.

I pulled back and she looked up at me with half-lidded, lust-filled eyes. It nearly put me over the fucking edge.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Her voice was so soft, and the music was so loud that I nearly missed it. But then again, I could have read the intent that she wore all over her face… all over her damn body.

“Take me to your apartment.”

I dropped her onto her feet and she nodded, grabbing my hand and pulling me along. I caught up to her and slung my arm around her shoulder, giving death glares to all the guys who had stared before. None of them were looking now, and if they knew what was good for them, they wouldn’t ever stare at her again.

We stepped into the street, and she tried to hurry me along. I wasn’t a hurrier. I strolled up to the front of her building, watching as she fumbled with her key in the lock.

“Am I making you nervous?” I asked.

“You always make me nervous,” she muttered.

I grabbed her chin and pulled her face toward mine, tasting her lips again. “Don’t be.”

She blinked and turned back to the lock, turning her key and opening it. We stepped through, and she directed me to the elevator. As we waited for it to come, I snuck a hand under the back of her shorts. Her ass was so firm and round, it was all I could do to resist pulling her shorts down right there and taking a peek.

She smacked my hand away playfully, a grin replacing the look of anxiety she had worn for much of the time I’d known her. I smiled right back. I’d been waiting a long time for this.

The doors to the elevator opened, and we stepped through. She pressed four and, as soon as the doors closed, I crushed her up against the wall; my tongue pushed between her teeth and I pulled a groan from her throat. I fondled her tits over her shirt, the soft cotton of the t-shirt doing little to protect her hard nubs from my exploration. She moaned again, as I teased her, a sound that may as well have sent a shock straight to my balls.

The doors opened and we stepped out, both panting.

“This way,” she said.

My steps were a little more hurried now. My cock was so hard and full of need that there was a chance I wouldn’t make it to her apartment. In the morning, her building manager would be receiving sordid reports of two people rutting in the hallway. I got my shit together, though. I didn’t want to cause her any trouble; not that kind, at least.

Annabelle must have sensed my train of thought. Maybe she was having the same one. “Melissa’s home,” she said. “We have to go to my room.”

As long as her room was close. I couldn’t wait to be inside of her.

We stepped through the door to her apartment. The lights were on, but there was nobody in the kitchen when we walked through. The door across from the kitchen was closed, and light showed under the door. Her roommate had wisely taken to her room for the evening.

The few steps it took to get down the hallway to Annabelle’s room felt like they took ages, but before long, I had her in her room, the door closed, the light on so I could see her beautiful face. I pressed her into the wall and ground my cock against her stomach, desperate for some sort of release. It was throbbing, aching for her. And, she was aching for me too.

“Oh god,” she whispered against my lips.

If she thought that was good, she was in for a delightful surprise.

I practically tore off her t-shirt, desperate for the fleshy mounds underneath. They fit perfectly in my hands, and I squeezed them and tweaked her nipples, watching the reaction on her face. With one hand still massaging her tits, I jammed another underneath her shorts, sliding between her slick folds and stroking her clit.

Annabelle quivered, holding onto me for dear life. “Oh Jax!”

I smirked. “Better.”

Chapter 8

Annabelle

Nobody had ever touched me like Jax did—like he owned me, like he alone was capable of bringing me to the peak of pleasure. And, my body responded to it like he did too. There wasn’t a single bone in my body that wasn’t vibrating with pleasure, as his fingers skillfully worked my clit and breasts; not a single one.

Jax began to pull off his own clothes, revealing a muscular and tattooed body that nearly made me drool. His arms looked like he could bend steel beams. His chest looked like it could deflect bullets.

And, he was all mine.

When he revealed his cock, my jaw dropped open. Of course, what could I have expected? Everything about Jax was larger than life. It only made sense that his cock was too.

He leaned forward with a hard look on his face and ripped down my shorts, leaving me naked to his eyes. His gaze dragged over me, filling me with fire everywhere it went.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said.

I shivered, “You too.”

He fixed me with a crooked grin. I thought he would say something else, but he simply grabbed me by the hips and threw me onto the bed. I bounced nearly a foot up; I was sure of it. The shock of it knocked the air from my lungs, but it was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me.