They reached the motel in record time. Kris climbed out, thanking the Prospect on her way past his window. Jax opened his door and leaned forward. "Not a word about this. To anyone."

The Prospect nodded. Jax shut his door and saw that Kris was already inside, Room 10, and the door was left open for him. He smirked to himself and walked through the door, seeing that it was still dark inside, with only a little light let into the room from the bathroom.

The door shut then and he heard the dead-bolt slide into place. Then, Kris was pushing him against the wall.

Jax couldn't help but feel exhilarated at her boldness. It was refreshing.

"Kris, I-" But she stopped him by placing a finger against his lips. "Jax, in my fantasies, you don't talk."

He felt her hands on his belt buckle and, yet again, was amazed at how brash she could be. Of course, he figured she probably had to be. But it was such a turn-on. But he didn't like being a spectator.

He tunneled his fingers through her hair, loving how silky it felt to his fingers. He really wanted to offer her some foreplay, thoughts had been consuming him for days. But he knew that probably wouldn't happen. He was too far gone. And so was she.

Kris was thrown off balance when Jax changed their position and put her up against the wall. She leaned her head to the side and allowed Jax access to her neck, which was exactly what he wanted.

He pressed his lips to the skin underneath her earlobe and smiled against her skin when he felt her shudder. Apparently she liked that. Good to know.

Meanwhile, his left hand made its way up her thigh and felt the panties she was wearing. Kris moved a little, shimmying out of them and kicking them away. Jax looked at her then and they stared at each other, the heat of their gazes almost burning holes into one another. He could practically feel the heat radiating off of her.

Kris pulled him close to her again, so that they were flush against each other, everything from their chests to their hips was touching. She could feel his arousal and that made her smile. So she had the same effect on him. Good to know.

Jax used his other hand to pull her mini-dress up. "Tell me you have something."

He took her hand and helped her reach around to his back pocket, where his wallet was. She flipped through it until she found a condom and then put the wallet back in its place. Jax's head lulled backwards as she opened the package and expertly rolled it on for him.

She took hold of him and guided her to the place she wanted him most. Jax gripped her hips and pushed deep inside, staring straight into her eyes. Kris held his gaze, not afraid to back down, never afraid to back down.

At first, Jax couldn't move. It felt too good to move, he just wanted to stay right where he was. It wasn't until Kris scooted a little further up the wall, wrapping her legs around his thighs, and Jax feeling the heels of her stilettos that he did something. This was quite possibly the hottest sex he had ever had. And he had had his fair share…

Kris clutched his biceps, squeezing the hard muscle as Jax drove into her again and again. She didn't care that her butt and back were being bumped against the hard wall. It was some of the most erotic sex she had ever had. And she had had her fair share…

She felt him grip her hips harder and his fingers dig into her flesh. It felt good, too good. She could feel the tension building inside of her. It wouldn't be long now. He really knew what he was doing, just as she had suspected he would. She had heard quite a few stories back in the day, after all.

Jax could feel himself getting close as well. This woman was hot as hell and got him so close, so fast. With one final push, he climaxed and felt Kris's muscles contract around him. They were still staring into each other's eyes.

Ever so slowly, Kris disentangled herself from him, almost immediately feeling the lack of intimate contact. She pulled her dress back down and licked her lips. She stepped away from the wall as Jax took care of himself and the condom.

"That was fun. Thanks. You can show yourself out, right?"

Jax watched, in awe, as she made her way to the bathroom and shut the door. He heard the click of the lock and had to shake his head to himself. What the hell had just happened here?

Stepping outside, he texted the Prospect to come back and get him. He lit a cigarette, still reeling from what had just transpired in that motel room. He felt cheap. He felt used. He felt…like the girls he used to see. Like a Crow Eater.

That was probably her intention, he thought, a sneer forming on his lips. Well, that was certainly one way to get her point across. And what a point it was. Before he could start feeling too bad about himself, though, he remembered the only words she had spoken to him when they had first arrived here. In her fantasies, he was quiet. So she had fantasies about him. He could use that. And he would use that.

SHE HEARD THE car pull away and knew that Jax had probably called the Prospect to come pick him up. She wrapped the towel tighter around herself and stepped out of the bathroom. She glanced out the window, just in case. He was gone.

Holy shit, she thought, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Her wet hair dripped down her back and onto the bedspread. Her breathing had finally started to return to normal. She had known he would be good, but not that good. Again, holy shit.

Had she had sexual encounters that were hot? Definitely. Had she had sex with bad boys? Of course. Had she done both at the same time? Not as often as she would have liked. But tonight, this night with Jax, had shattered every other previous experience. And Kris knew he felt the same way. A smile appeared on her face and she knew that tonight wouldn't be her last sexual encounter with Jax Teller.