CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN

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I'm barely 2 steps from the door when it slams open behind me, startled by the noise I spin around, Jax is standing in the doorway glaring at me. "What the fuck was that about?"

He grabs hold of my arm and yanks me to the corner of the building, the hang around who'd been in the middle of groping a half-naked woman is ordered away with barely a look from the furious biker.

"What was what?" I ask, genuinely confused as to why he's outside with me, not inside burying his dick in porn star pussy.

"That shit that just happened inside? What the fuck was with telling us to have fun then vanishing?" Jax's eyes are flashing dangerously and although his voice is pitched low I can hear the anger that it contains.

"I don't know what you mean Jax. We talked about that shit yesterday, don't you fucken remember?" The alcohol and pot in my bloodstream are making my reactions a little slow, but the missing brain-mouth filter still hasn't reappeared.

"Yes, we talked about TOMORROW at the wrap party and that I had to stay away from Ima. I wasn't aware that that meant I had to sleep with Lyla tonight as well!" Jax is pacing in front of me, three short steps in each direction, each turn is punctuated by him looking at me, furrowing his brow or shaking his head.

"Thought you mighta wanted a sneak peak." I shrug, "Didn't think you'd already decided who you wanted tonight. Sorry."

Jax's glare doesn't let up but the pacing abruptly stops. "So what was it you whispered to her?"

A faint blush stains my cheeks; hidden by the rosiness caused by alcohol Jax completely misses it, "I asked her not to take you away from me."

"What!?" Jax sounds just as confused as I feel.

Leaning against the wall behind me I run my hands through my hair, tugging the knots gently. "I asked her not to take you away from me. I know she's going to sleep with you tomorrow, I know that we're not ready for anything remotely sexual, I know you're still not over Tara but I can't have her, or anyone else for that matter, come in and demand your attention. I can't do it again."

Jax steps closer to me, his body forming a barrier between me and everything else. "Darlin' no one is taking me anywhere." His hand comes up and cups my cheek before sliding round the back of my head. "I'm not goin' anywhere."

Pulling me forwards he leans down and crashes his lips to mine, sparks fire behind my eyelids and my arms find their way to the front of his shirt, clenching huge bunches of his shirt in my hands I let everything evaporate from my mind, my house, Craig, Abel, money troubles, Donna's house, my car, Ima. Everything melts away with the feeling of his lips on mine, his demanding kiss eviscerates my brain, and I'm unable to hold anything in. The sweeping feeling of his tongue in my mouth, exploring every corner, tugging my tongue stud and running patters around it causes my brain to completely stop working. The taste of whiskey, beer and smoke on his tongue is a dangerous combination, threatening to ignite my logic and rational, the tiny part of my brain that's still sober enough to comprehend what's going on is wearing a cheerleaders costume and throwing her pom poms around like a teenager. Time stops mattering, nothing exists apart from him, me and the heat that's building between us.

I'm not sure how much later it is that the sounds from around us start to filter back in, the loud music, the crackle from the fires, the clicking of heels and clinking of bottles. Jax slowly pulls back, his heavy lidded eye bore through me. Licking my lips slowly I can feel the swelling in them already; the kiss we've just shared was anything but gentle. The demanding pressure behind it not intentional but enough to be sure I'll remember it for at least a day.

Jax tugs me by the hand, "Come back inside. Lyla's worried about ya."

I nod and allow him to drag me inside, Lyla's still sitting at the table where we left her but the second I'm in her eye sight she jumps up and hurries over. Wrapping her arms round me she whispers, "I don't think tomorrow's such a good idea."

I pull back from her, fully aware of the horrified look on my face. "Let me finish?" she pleads. I nod and let the 2 of them guide me to a corner booth. Jax shoves me in and heads to the bar quickly before returning with another beer and more water. I hadn't even realised I'd finished the bottle Miles brought before.

"K, you asked me to be a buffer tomorrow between Jax and Ima, right?" Lyla starts as Jax slides in beside me, his arm automatically stretching across the back of the seat, a hand tangling in my hair.

We both nod, I feel the pull from his hand as I move my head and his fingers release just enough for me to pull my head forwards.

"You said its cause you're not ready to be together, but I think that's bullshit." Lyla states calmly. Jax's eyebrows raise and I can feel myself tense. "I've been watching you guys all night and I'm not even sure you're aware of how in tune you are."

"What?" The word forces its way out of me past barely moving lips.

Lyla fixes her eyes on me, "Every time Jax moves you can't help but watch to make sure he's okay. Several times through the night when you got up for no reason I could see it was simply cause you'd noticed Jax's beer was empty and you'd get him a fresh one. I don't think either of you noticed it happening."

Her pale blue eyes swing and rest on Jax's face, "When Al and Donna both disappeared you started to head towards Sarah, but stopped when you realised she was still with me, that she still had company. At least 3 of guys made towards her over the space of 20 minutes and every single one of them met your glare and abruptly turned the other way. The one that got close was diverted by Chibs, with nothing but a hand motion from you."

She stops talking and drinks a few mouthfuls of her water before her eyes flick between us again, "I think that you're more than ready to be together, but I think you're both terrified of something going wrong and you fucking it up, am I right? No, don't answer cause I know I'm right, so Sarah, if you really want me to tomorrow I'll keep Ima off Jax's case, and cock, but you really need to think about if you will be okay with that."

Lyla slides out of the booth and walks towards the bar, my brain is working slowly and seems to be caught in a constant rotation of what if's. Shaking my head I look at Jax. "I'm not sure if she's completely right or completely wrong."

"Neither am I darlin', neither am I." Jax looks at where she's now sitting at the bar. "She's got a thing for him hasn't she?"

"Who, Miles?" I ask, watching the way Lyla's flirting with the bar tending prospect, at Jax's nod, "Yeah, she does. God, I'm the world's biggest bitch. I was more worried about myself then her. She doesn't need to be pulled into this shit."

Jax's fingers gently tug at my hair, "Nah, you're not the world's biggest bitch."

"Hey!" I exclaim, the lack of denial of my being a bitch is noticed.

"Well, just bein' honest." Jax chuckles.

Leaning my head against his shoulder I inhale the scent that should be bottled, just for me, and relax a little. "I can't do it to her. She's too nice. I'll let her know she's off the hook for tomorrow."

Jax nods, the movement only perceptible through the brushing of his chin against my hair. "Tomorrow's another day; we'll deal with it and the wrap party issues then." He mutters quietly.