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Chapter 525 Itch
Jax was sleeping soundly when he felt Scarlett move closer to him. He opened his eyes to see that she was also wide awake and looking at him.
'I need your help," she whispered.
She hadn't needed anymore help washing her back or joined him in the shower, but he liked the idea it was something that could happen. He was hoping that her needing his help might involve sex.
It never occurred to him that he thought about sex too much because he thought about it all the time. He considered it part of being a man. It was the background music of his life.
"What do you need?"
"I have this itch I need to scratch."
Jax wasn't sure where this itch was but he was hopeful.
"Just tell me where and I'll help you out."
"It's somewhere deep and dark and in a place I'll only let you scratch."
This conversation was definitely going exactly where he was hoping it was going to go. Scarlett was full of surprises. He especially liked the ones that involved sex.
"You trying to get me to break my sex rule?" Jax teased her.
"Your rule is silly. My back is OK and you are so careful and the pillows give me enough support. And my itch is intense."
"Intense, huh?" Jax said wrapping his arms around her. He never got tired of the feel of her warm soft body against his. "I can't let you suffer like that."
"You're so sweet," she whispered, "and considerate."
As Jax stripped off Scarlett's nightgown and panties, her skin felt different, rougher. He brushed a lock of hair from her face, but instead of her soft blonde hair, her hair had an odd curl to it. It was dark in the bedroom, but her hair didn't seem to be blonde either. Her face seemed to have stubble on it. How could Scarlett need a shave?
Jax leaned up to get a full look at Scarlett's face—only it wasn't Scarlett's face. It was Tig's face—a slightly feminized version but it was definitely Tig's face. What the fucking hell was going on?
Jax woke up with a start. His body had broken into a cold sweat at the horror of his nightmare. This was the craziest experience he'd ever had including the time in Tucson when he took a couple of hits of acid and thought he was a cactus. He remembered he'd gotten cactus needles in his ass then and Tig had been the one who tweezered them out. Now that he thought about it, Tig was a little too eager.
He was really starting to lose it. Sex with a girlish Tig was stuck in his brain. He got up, went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face trying to wash the memory out of his brain.
Scarlett stirred when he got back into bed. She opened her eyes to look at him.
"Do you have an intense itch?" Jax asked.
"Silly Jax," she said closing her eyes and going back to sleep.
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Author's Note: Things are really dark in the world right now and I wanted to write something light and fun to cheer me up and hopefully cheer a reader up even for a few seconds. And if you've ever had an inappropriate sex dream about someone, you can kind of relate.