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"So what are you drinking darlin'?" He asked me and I was suddenly fully aware of one of his hands on the side of my waist and his lips were close to my ear as we stood next to the bar.
"Bacardi and coke" He slid his hand over mine that still held my empty glass and suddenly I felt more nervous. Damn Misha for changing her mind.
"Lime?" he asked and I nodded while he held up two fingers and the nearest bartender came over as he leaned over and told him the drink over. He smelt amazing. I wasn't sure if it was the cologne he wore or if it was just his smell but it was definitely something that I could easily get addicted to. "I saw you come in with Brandon Riley, what was that about?" he asked while we waited.
"Mish and Ian set me up with him tonight" my words made him chuckle lightly
"I guess they forgot to mention Tamara is the towns bitch?"
"Yeah they did but I learned that out first hand" His hand squeezed my side gently which lit my nerves higher and I was glad that the light in here was dim because my cheeks felt like they were on fire.
"One drink" He said against my ear and then handed me my glass and I smiled while I tapped my glass against his beer bottle.
"Now do you have any crazy ex-girlfriends that I should be worried about?"
"Crazy yes, but they aren't anywhere near here, just crazy buds who won't stop looking over here" He said while he looked past my shoulder and I looked over at the group of men in the corner all drinking by the pool tables who in fact were all looking are way.
"Are they all in your motorcycle club?" I asked him once I turned my head back towards Jax who was now looking at me instead of his friends.
"They are, I'm sure Michelle told you all about us"
"She was brief, mentioned that she dated Opie years back" He nodded
"She did, probably why she's talking to him right now. How's she doing?" He asked and then took two sips from his bottle.
"She's doing as well as she can I guess, we met 3 years ago and have been best friend since"
"Yeah what's your story? You live in Los Angeles with Michelle I know that much, but you sound southern"
"Unfortunately" I mumbled "I grew up in Mississippi, moved out here when I was 21" I was brief because my story was a lot longer than that and I didn't want to get into it right away with him.
"Mississippi, that's a big choice to up and move" He commented while taking another sip of his beer and I took a big gulp of mine.
"Yeah well I grew up in a small town that I didn't fit in with, I only stayed around because of my dad and then when he passed away I packed up my things and got the hell out of dodge" I took another sip of my drink before I rested it against the side of the bar.
"Sorry to hear, I lost my old man about 16 years ago. Do you have any siblings?" I shook my head
"My mom only wanted a girl and when they had me that was it; my dad wanted a boy so I grew up being a tom-boy mostly because of that"
"Nothing wrong with a girl who can act like a lady but hit like a man when push comes to shove" I grinned just as one of his friends came up and wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him into the other man's shoulder.
"Had to come over when Op said you were hogging the prettiest girl in this bar, I'm Tig" I smiled at him and nodded once
"Abby" I told him over the loud music as he took my hand and kissed my knuckles once he let go of Jax. When Tig didn't let my hand go Jax only rolled his eyes.
"Alright we get it Tiggy, she's pretty but she's also half your age" He let my hand ago but I couldn't stop smiling "Don't worry he's harmless darlin'" Jax whispered against the side of my head as his hand softly slid over my lower back to rest on my side. I had a strange feeling that he was marking his territory by that small action and by judging from the look Tig gave him, I was right.
"Why don't you two join the party brother? Sure the guys would love to meet you" He directed towards me and then looked at Jax as his hand fell onto Jax's shoulder.
"Give me a minute Tig alright? Order another round for the boys" Tig nodded at Jax's words and then gave me wink before turning towards the bar. I shook my head with a small laugh as Jax chuckled and move to stand in front of me again.
"Harmless?" I asked him and he grinned while taking another swing of his beer.
"They all are sweetheart; they're just all suckers for a beautiful girl" he said easily, as if it was a fact.
"Oh stop" I whispered before putting a hand on the side of my very warm face. His hand moved up and softly pulled mine off of my face with ease, his fingers were rougher than Brandon's but it was a nice kind of rough.
"Abby this is our song! Come on!" I heard from behind me as Misha came up and broke up my concentration of the feel of his hands; our fingers let each other's go quickly before she walked up. She grabbed my free hand as I took another sip of my nearly finished drink and put it on the bar. "We said we were going to dance, please? And then you can go back to flirting your tail off"
"Sure, fine" I laughed at her and then looked at Jax "Two seconds and then I'll meet you over with your friends?" He nodded before he leaned down against my ear again.
"I did say I'd wait all night darlin', have fun" He squeezed my side again and I nearly stumbled on my feet when Misha pulled my hand towards the make shift dance floor. The words to "Young, Wild, & Free" By Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa blasted through the speakers of the bar as Misha and I swayed around in our spot on the cement floor. Ever since this song came out a few months ago Misha and I had played it throughout our apartment day and night just to get in the mood to have fun when we'd be having a bum day. That song turned into "We Found Love" By Rihanna. Before Misha could even tell me to stay I was singing the song and dancing around. This was the song I usually worked out at the gym to, anything by Rihanna got me in a pumped up mood. Whoever was working the Jukebox right now was doing a great job, until the third song came on and it was M83, an electronic band that Misha hated, but she stayed out there anyways swaying her hips slowly as she put her hands on my shoulders and we talked.
"So how are things going? You two looked very comfortable"
"You know when you get that knot in your stomach that won't go away no matter how much alcohol you drink? Well that's what's going on right now" She broke out into a huge grin
"Alcohol helps, was that you're second still? Maybe two more and you'll be feeling a lot better. I use to be star struck by Jax too, he's the cutest but something about Op just grabbed my attention"
"Speaking of Opie, what is going on with you two? Seemed a little cozy against that wall" I mentioned and she rolled my eyes and shrugged
"Just talking is all"
"Sure" I told her and she laughed
"Oh stop, he was like my first real boyfriend so we're cool"
"Cool as in…" I wagged my eyebrows up and down
"Stop!" She laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck and I wrapped mine around her slim waist. "If there's any point during the night you want to leave just tell me alright?"
"Why would I want to leave? I'm having fun for the first time in a few weeks" She pulled back from me and smiled
"Good I'm glad, you needed it" I nodded as her arms fell from my shoulders and she took my hand "Shall we?"
"Sure" I told her as I ran my fingers back through my hair and we weaved through people to finally get to our destination by the pool tables. There were a few women hanging around some of the guys of course, a few sitting on the edges of the tables.
"Opie, this is Abigail, Abby, Opie" I smiled at the very tall man and he nodded with a smile
"Great to meet you, Mish won't stop talking about her awesome roommate" He told me and I rolled my eyes while hip bumping Misha softly.
"Oh really? It's good to know she still thinks I'm awesome. It's great to meet you too" I felt eyes on me suddenly just before a hand slid over the middle of my back and a drink was placed in front of my face.
"Thank you Jax" I said as I took the drink from him and he handed one to Misha as well who gave him a smile.
"What were we talking about before the interruption?" He asked as I leaned back against the pool table and he stood in front of me.
His hands. No that's what I had been thinking about. What had we been talking about before Misha grabbed me to dance?
"I forget but I had a feeling I was blushing" He nodded with a smirk on his pink lips
"Oh right, you told me to stop complimenting you"
"Well those weren't my exact words" I told him honestly and then took a much needed sip of my drink "But yes, I did say to stop"
"That'll be a problem because I'm a very honest man"
"I bet you are" I said and he took a long sip of his beer
"So what do you do in L.A?" He asked
"I'm a dancer" His eyebrows rose then
"A dancer? Like what Michelle does?" I nodded
"We work at the same studio but she's a better people person so she's a teacher, I'm behind the scenes working on the choreography"
"Well you definitely know how to capture a man's attention when you're swaying those hips" He said
"Were you watching me Jax?" I asked him and he nodded and I couldn't help but smile
"I couldn't help myself, you can't blame me either darlin'. When you're dancing it's a bit distracting" His free hand fell onto my side again, his fingers moving into the thin material of my button down shirt.
"You're very hands on" I mentioned and he took his hand away from my side almost instantly. Maybe that wasn't the right thing to say when I wanted him to touch me more. I took his hand and placed it back where it was before "I never said it was a bad thing" That brought a smile to his lips again.
"I'll keep that in mind. So about living in Mississippi, why was it so bad that you jetted out and left the first chance you got?" He took a half step closer to me
"It was one of those towns were if you didn't go to church on Sundays you were disowned by the community, it wasn't really my scene"
"A church girl really? I wouldn't have ever thought"
"My mother was very passionate about church and God and all of that, my dad on the other hand was the type to be here on a Sunday morning with a beer in his hand watching baseball. They clashed a lot over that." I sighed and took another drink from my glass.
"What happened to your mother, is she still alive?"
"She died when I was 14, she was sick for a long time but that didn't stop her from doing everything in the community. My dad gave up going to church after she died and I was sort of happy, but high school was tough because I didn't get along with most people because we were the outcasts."
"High school's never easy, I got my GED, couldn't deal with school. But if I had to go to church every Sunday I'd probably gauge my eyes out"
"I contemplated it a few times actually" He smirked
"I'm glad you didn't" my eyes danced over his face again and I smiled
"Right about now, so am I" I cautiously brought my hand up and captured the strands of short blonde hair and pushed it back behind his ear "So what's up with this hair?"
"What do you mean, what's wrong with my hair?" He asked with a raised eyebrow
"You just don't see many men with long blonde hair anymore, unless it's dyed otherwise"
"You're kidding me right? You think I dye my hair? Darlin' c'mon you're wounding my ego" I smirked
"I never said I didn't like it Jax, actually I like it a lot. Have you ever just shaved it all off?"
"Couple years back, sort of needed a change, plus it was past my damn shoulders" He took a long swing of his beer and raked his fingers back through his hair casually.
"My mother always kept my hair short when I was growing up, it was very liberating when I could finally grow it out past my shoulders, even now I have issues with cutting it."
"Liberating, that's a word I'd definitely describe how I felt when I cut it all off. Maybe if you stick around you'll see an old photo of me with no hair"
"Maybe" I smiled "Remember I am only here for a week"
"Which reminds me, what are you doing tomorrow?" He asked and I shrugged after swallowing the last sip of my drink and put the glass down on the pool table.
"No clue, though I'm sure I'll be very hungover if I don't slow down soon" A small smile played on his lips
"Well if you're interested, we're having a barbeque over at the club house but the thing is you can't bring Brandon Riley"
"I don't think that'll be a problem" I told him and he chuckled "But that sounds like a good time, I'll see what Misha has in store for tomorrow"
"She's going; Op asked her when we were at the bar"
"Oh so you already sort of knew what my answer was going to be huh?" I asked him and he shrugged
"You could have turned it down; maybe you don't like barbeques or something"
"I love barbeques, but what if I said I had to catch up on work, what then?" I asked him as my hand fell down onto his hand that was still by my hip on the pool table, and my finger tip traced over the two rings on his fingers.
"Then I'd… have Michelle blind fold you and bring you over to the club house?"
"Smooth, so you're willing for her to kid nap me? She's not driving my jeep, she's an awful driver" I laughed and he grinned
"Then I'd come by and pick you up darlin', I'd really like to see you at the barbeque" His hand turned over as his fingers traced over my palm.
"Then I'll be there" I told him "But only if you dance with me tonight"
"Dance?" He asked and I nodded "I don't dance"
"Then unfortunately you won't be seeing me tomorrow, maybe not for the rest of the week, oh imagine that" I said in a small sarcastic way with a hint of a smile on my lips. I blamed my flirting ways on the alcohol now, it was affecting my better judgment but it was a lot of fun to tease him because for some reason I had a feeling that every girl was willing to do what he said when he said it. I wasn't the type of girl to just take my orders; I liked to keep things interesting.
He leaned closer to me again, the side of his face grazing against mine as he spoke "You're trouble aren't you?"
"It's just one dance Jax, if you really wanted to see me tomorrow then…" His fingers that were tracing patterns into my palm caught my hand now as he started to pull me away from the pool table and toward the heavily packed dance floor. I could hear one of his friends call out "Look at him, Jackie's already pussy whipped!" If he did hear it, he wasn't acknowledging it but I'm sure he would have a few choice words to whoever said that.
