10

Chapter 69 Like a Nurse

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If a member of SAMCRO had puked on himself, everyone would laugh and make comments about how only pussies puke on themselves. Jax instinctively knew this was not the right comment to make to Ava.

Normally crow-eaters would take care of the guy puking or a couple of the guys would take the guy to the apartment and throw the puker fully clothed into the shower. Jax didn't think this approach was the right one to take with Ava either.

"Let's go into the bathroom and get towels," Jax said.

Jax had one arm around Ava and he was carrying the basket trashcan with the plastic liner in it in case Ava threw up again.

"You threw up on you," Ava said giggling.

"No," Jax said with exaggerated patience," you threw up on me."

"Sorry."

He got her into the bathroom, put the toilet lid and seat up and leaned Ava near it while he got towels. He kept a watchful eye on her. He didn't want her to fall, bang her head and die.

He may have gotten out of prison because he was set up by ATF, but that meant that cops everywhere were going to want revenge. If Ava fell, smacked her head and died, he'd end up in prison for her murder even though it was an accident.

Ava started vomiting again. She'd managed to bend over the toilet. Jax tossed the towels on the counter and grabbed her hair and held it back so she wouldn't vomit all over her hair.

"Kneel down," Jax said.

"I'm done throwing up."

Jax looked at her skeptically.

"I don't know how you got so drunk when you were fine last night," Jax said. He wondered if she would come clean about how she'd set him up last night.

"I drank shots when you were in the bathroom," Ava said before quickly kneeling and vomiting into the toilet. Jax grabbed her hair again holding it back.

Jax didn't know if Ava were telling the truth or not, but if she were lying he gave her credit for being able to come up with a story that made sense while drunk.

After she finished that round of puking, Jax stripped off his shirt.

"You're not going to take off all your clothes," Ava asked alarmed. She was still on her knees in front of the toilet.

"Just the ones you puked on."

Ava nodded her head, threw up and Jax grabbed her hair to hold it back.

"OK. Now," Ava said. "Thank you for hair." Ava got to her feet swaying.

"Take off your clothes now."

"No! Why always want to see naked?"

"It's bedtime, you need to change and you puked down the front of your dress."

"Nice Jax," she said patting his arm.

There was something kind of endearing about the way Ava patted him on the arm. She was being sweet and that was why he didn't mind taking care of her even if she had puked on him.

"If you lean against the wall, I'll go into the bedroom and get your nightgown."

She nodded her head and leaned against the wall by the toilet. When Jax returned with her long navy blue t-shirt nightgown, she hadn't moved. He wished she would be that obedient sober. He laid her nightgown on the counter.

"OK, change."

"You go."

"Ava you're so drunk, I'm afraid you're going to fall and hit your head."

"Don't want me hurt."

"Don't want me in jail," Jax said with a laugh. "My luck, you'll bang your head, die and I'd get arrested for murder."

Ava giggled.

"Bedroom change. You stay here."

"I'll help you into the bedroom and then I'll leave," Jax said sliding an arm around Ava's waist and grabbing her nightgown on the counter.

Ava leaned against Jax. She was starting to feel bad about putting the gum in his hair. Maybe she should tell him she was sorry. He might be very mad and he looked so handsome with his model haircut and his beautiful shave. He was being so sweet; she didn't want to spoil it by telling him the truth about the gum in his hair. He might put gum in her hair.

He left her on the bed with her nightgown and returned to the bathroom.

"Call me when you're done."

"Done," Ava said a few moments later.

Jax walked into the bedroom and groaned. Ava had changed into her nightgown but she'd gotten vomit in her hair and streaks of it on her face.

"Ava, how did you get vomit in your hair?"

"Don't know," she said puzzled. "I pulled dress over head and put nightgown on."

"You vomited on your dress, remember?"

"Oh, no!" she looked comically sad. "Throw up in my hair," she said trying to look at her hair. "Have to wash off."

"It's smeared all over your hair and you are too drunk to take a shower alone."

"You just want to see naked."

"Ava, I want you naked under me or on top of me, but right now, I'm just trying to figure out how to deal with your hair. OK. You put on your swimsuit and I'll put on mine and we'll take a shower and I'll make sure you don't fall and get killed."

"That's all?"

"I won't try to have sex with you."

"OK. My face feels funny."

"You have puke smeared on your face too."

"Oh no!" Ava cried, her eyes suddenly filling with tears.

"It's OK," Jax said. "We'll get you all cleaned up."

He went through Ava's clothes and found a black swimsuit and handed it to her. He pulled out a pair of swim trunks for him and headed for the bathroom to change and wait for her.

"If you're not changed into your suit, you'll just have to shower naked," Jax said, deciding to give Ava motivation to change into her suit quickly.

"I'm changed," she called.

Any other girl would have gotten naked, but then any other girl would have had sex with him by now. He was respecting her boundaries and he wasn't going to take advantage of her when she was drunk. A drunk girl wasn't an open invitation to sex.

Ava came stumbling into the bathroom and bumped into a wall.

"Need to brush teeth first," Ava said.

"OK," Jax said. He brushed his teeth while keeping a wary eye on her making sure she didn't suddenly fall and hit her head.

"Remind me to take birth control pill."

"Planning on having sex?" Jax asked raising an eyebrow.

"I have acne and pill makes it go away," Ava whispered as if she were confiding a terrible secret.

"I'll remind you."

Jax had never had sex without a condom. That was his secret to being STD free and not being a father. Crow-eaters were notoriously bad at birth control and got pregnant a lot. So far, the men of SAMCRO didn't have kids by crow-eaters do to their diligent use of condoms. With Ava's dedication to correctly using birth control pills, she might just be the first girl he has sex with without using a condom. That would make it special.

Ava finished brushing her teeth and reached into her little cosmetics bag and took out a small size travel sized face wash and washed her face with a wash cloth.

"Better," she said smiling at Jax.

"You definitely look better without vomit on your face."

Jax turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature to warm. In the clubhouse, drunk guys got cold showers. Ava got a nice warm shower since he was going to have to get in with her for her safety. This was a first for him—he'd never taken a clothed shower with a girl.

"You get into the shower first," Jax said.

"Thank you for helping," Ava said looking into his face. He was being very kind. It was making her like him, which made no sense to her.

Ava got into the shower, reached for her shampoo and lost her balance. Jax grabbed her, keeping her upright.

"Something wrong with floor," Ava said.

"Uh-huh," Jax said. "Could be something's wrong with you."

"This won't open," Ava said puzzled because her shampoo wouldn't open.

Jax opened it for her and handed it to her. When she tried to put some in her hands, she lost her balance again.

"Put your arms around my waist and lean back a little and I'll wash your hair," Jax said. She was falling around too much to manage to wash her own hair.

"So sweet," Ava said with a sigh. She put her arms around Jax's waist and leaned back a little.

Jax had done a lot of things with a girl, but he'd never washed a girl's hair. Ava's hair was already wet. He poured some shampoo in his hands and lathered them up and began to wash Ava's hair. She had nice thick hair so it took him a little time to get the shampoo worked through her hair.

"Lean back a little more and hold on tighter and close your eyes so I can get all the soap out of your hair."

Ava did as he instructed and he carefully made sure he had all the soap out of her hair.

"Conditioner," she reminded him. "My hair needs for shiny soft."

Jax reached for the bottle and put some in his hands. It was easier to just put the conditioner on her hair than argue about it.

"Now what do I do?"

"You don't use conditioner?"

"Outlaw bikers aren't allowed to," Jax said.

Ava stared at him, her eyebrows drawn together as she thought about that.

"Outlaw bikers don't have rules silly," Ava said.

Jax chuckled.

"You could rinse it out now," Ava said.

Jax rinsed the conditioner out of her hair and he had to admit that her hair did feel softer. Maybe there was something to that conditioning stuff.

"You're all nice and clean now," Jax said shutting the water off.

She was so close and she was looking at him with the sweetest look on her face.

"So sweet," she said to him. Her fingers were touching his abs like it was the first time she'd ever felt a man's abs.

They were still in that little glass shower practically on top of each other and she smelled so clean and good. His control slipped and he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her softly and gently, not like a dog. Ava surprised him by stepping closer to him and kissing him back.

He wanted to really kiss her deeply and passionately, but if she had a memory he wanted to leave her wanting more. It was also easier for him to end the kiss before he wanted even more and, no matter what, he was not going to have sex with her that night. At least now, he knew that he could warm up his chilly bride.

He believed that when people are drunk their true nature comes out. Calm happy people who suddenly become angry are just angry people who pretend to be calm when sober. Ava was sweet, a little childlike and charming. He found himself really liking what he believed to be the true Ava. If she could be more like this, they could have a fantastic time together.

He wrapped her in a huge bath towel and handed her another towel for her hair. She lost her balance as she tried to dry her hair. He caught her before she could fall over.

"Let me help you into the bedroom and you can dry your hair and change sitting in a chair or on the bed."

"Smart Jax," she said.

Jax helped her into the bedroom.

"You're going to want a clean nightgown," he told her rummaging in her bag and pulling out a emerald green nightgown.

"Why?"

"Because when you pulled it on over your puke smeared face and hair, you got it on your nice clean nightgown."

"Stupid me," Ava said giggling.

Jax grabbed his clothes and went to change in the bathroom.

"You change and don't get up. I don't want you falling."

"Tell you when done," Ava said.

"That's right."

Ava carefully staggered to her bag and dug out a bra and panties to wear under her T-shirt nightgown. She carefully stripped off her swimsuit and pulled on her underwear and then pulled on her nightgown.

Despite how drunk she was, she realized that Jax was being pretty amazing the kind way he was taking care of her just like a hero in a romance only heroines wouldn't get drunk—at least not the Hallmark ones.

"Done," Ava called.

"At least this time you don't have vomit in your hair."

"There's vomit in my hair?" Ava felt her wet hair.

"No, there isn't any in your hair. I just washed your hair."

"Nice Jax."

"Did you take your birth control pill?"

"Forgot," Ava said getting to her feet and staggering over to her suitcase. She rummaged around before pulling out a small zippered case she kept medication in. She pulled out the compact looking container.

"Stay and I'll get you water," Jax said heading into the bathroom. He didn't want to have to help her into the bathroom to get the water.

He handed her the glass of water. She took it and swallowed the pill before returning the container to its zippered bag and then into the suitcase.

Jax turned the bed down, set the alarm on his phone for nine to be sure to be dressed and packed for their trip by ten when he had to sign the paperwork for the bike rental.

"Come on, get into bed, time for sleep," Jax said.

Ava got into bed and watched as Jax got into bed and switched off the bedside lamp. She scooted close to him and stroked his cheek.

"Smooth. Like shave. Kiss good-night," Ava said.

Jax gave her a brief, chaste kiss because his self-control had its limits and he didn't want to test them any further.

"Nice Jax," she said patting his chest.

"Sweet Ava," Jax said patting her arm.

He gave her a few minutes before heading into the bathroom. She'd gotten him all stirred up and he was just going to have to have a little work things out the way he did when there wasn't a girl around.

Soon, maybe even tomorrow night, he and Ava would finally have sex.