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Taming Ava & Fixing Jax - A Modern Fairytale

Chapter 51 Rub My Body

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Ava had been to Hawaii several times and always took Hula lessons. She was far more skilled than the other women taking lessons. She didn't share that she'd taken lessons before. Instead she enjoyed being the star student. It was nice feeling that she was actually good at something.

Jax returned from his helicopter ride over the island. It was wonderful. He would be sure to thank Jeeves for planning that. It reminded him of riding his bike only in the air. He could understand how people got hooked on flying. There was a freedom and rush in moving through the air and defying gravity. Too bad that Ava was too afraid of flying to enjoy a helicopter ride.

From their schedule he knew where Ava was having her hula lesson and decided to check it out. He found a group of a dozen or so women ranging in age from late seventies to a couple of teenagers.

Jax watched Ava in her grass skirt move her hips gracefully. She was easily the best student. She was damned near as good as the two instructors. He felt an odd stab of pride. Strange. Then he thought about sex wondering if Ava could move her hips like that in bed.

Life was cruel. Here he was newly out of prison and he should be making up for all the sex he missed while he was locked up and his wife wouldn't have sex with him. Sooner or later, it was going to happen. Jax just hoped for his dick's sake that it would be soon.

Ava finally noticed him watching her. He could tell because she frowned. He chuckled. He enjoyed irritating Ava. It was easy and damned fun.

Next, the dancers did a movement with a lot of hip shaking. Jax liked that move a lot. It reminded him of all the good times spent in strip clubs. Ava could really shake her ass when she wanted. Again, sooner or later, she was going to be performing for him. That was definitely something to look forward to.

The lesson ended too soon for Jax. He wondered if Ava would like to show him some more of her hula dancing tonight. Who was he kidding? If he wanted her to do something, there was next to no chance she would do it.

Ava had left the grass skirt on a table at the end of the lesson. Jax made a mental reminder to get Ava a grass skirt to bring back to Charming. It could be a surprise present for her only he would know it was for his benefit.

"Did you enjoy watching?" Ava asked tartly.

"Yeah, I did," Jax said with a grin. "You can really move. Didn't know you had it in you."

"I love to dance. When I was really little, I wanted to be a ballet dancer, but my mother told me that I was going to be too tall. Doctors have charts that predict height. Ballet dancers are small and I wasn't going to be small. She let me take dance lessons more modern type dancing."

"We should go out dancing," Jax suggested. He wasn't a big fan of dancing but dancing with Ava could loosen her up and that could lead to sex.

"Maybe," Ava said. "I think there are a couple of dance clubs in the resort."

"We might actually enjoy ourselves," Jax said.

"We're supposed to have lunch on the beach in our private cabana. I'm already dressed for the beach."

Ava was wearing a bright floral print swimsuit that tied around her neck with a matching sarong skirt and bright green flip flops that she'd removed for her hula lesson.

"I need to change into my swim trunks and a T-shirt."

"I'll wait here. You don't need to worry about suntan lotion or towels. They'll have all that stuff in our cabana."

Jax nodded and left. While Ava waited, all she could think of was to hope like hell we wouldn't come back in a Speedo—the most disgusting form of male swimwear next to naked. She should have checked the clothes he brought with him. Great to think about this now. It didn't matter, they could just go into the hotel's gift shop and get him something else.

Ava had her large beach bag with her with her tablet, phone and her sunglasses. Anything else she needed, she could ask her cabana butler to get. She loved the beach but not lying on the sand out with all the people. She liked the privacy and more importantly it kept her skin from getting fried. Her fair skin even with a high SPF burned easily.

Jax returned in respectable red board shorts and a white SOA T-shirt. At least he didn't have his leather vest on. No Speedo. Ava felt like she'd dodged a bullet on that one.

"Do you know where the cabana is?" Jax asked.

"Yeah, I've stayed here before," Ava said leading the way.

"With a guy?"

"Why do you care?" Ava asked raising her eyebrows.

"I don't," Jax said indifferently. "I was just curious."

"Stay that way," Ava said coolly.

They walked down some steps and along one of the many paths around the resort. The resort grounds were perfectly landscaped with palm trees and lush vegetation. The paths wound around the resort with signs posting through to help lost visitors. Still most got lost at least once.

Ava led them to the beach and to their assigned cabana. Jeeves knew what she liked. His travel arrangements rivaled any first class travel agent, but then part of his job was to travel to places either TB or Ava wanted to go and come up with a travel itinerary. Her father found it more efficient to send Jeeves out to scout out and plan his vacations. He knew him so well, his travel plans were always perfect. It was a wonderful fringe benefit for Jeeves.

They had just settled into their cabana when a man appeared in white shorts and T-shirt emblazoned with the resort's name.

"I'm Paul and I'm your butler. After you've placed your order, I'll bring a cooler filled with drinks and snacks. I'll give you a few minutes to make your selection."

"Thanks," Jax and Ava said in a rare moment of unity.

"There's not a huge selection, but it's all delicious," Ava said.

"What are you having?"

"The Mahi Mahi salad. The fish and the dressing are delicious. It's so good, I find myself craving it for weeks after I've left here."

The cabana was spacious enough for six people. It had two lounge chairs, a stack of beach towels and an assortment of suntan lotions with SPFs ranging from 12 to 60. The sides could be rolled up. At the moment they were down for maximum privacy. The top was a heavy canvas material that didn't allow the sun to beat down on its occupants.

Paul returned with a cooler filled with soft drinks, water, a few bottles of iced tea and snacks. He took their order and left them.

Jax liked beaches but Hawaii made him love beaches. The powdery white sand looked so inviting it made him want to bury Ava in it. There were rows of cabanas. Guests on towels weren't allowed in this area. On either side, guests were spread out on large beach towels. Resort employees walked through the area selling food and suntan lotion.

Watching the waves roll in relaxed him and made him a little sleepy. Maybe the water would have a similar calmly effect on his bride.

"So is this how you usually do Hawaii?"

"I do a few days here and then go so some other places. It's nice because I can stay at the resort and not have to leave. They have everything anyone could need here."

"You never get to see Hawaii outside the resort?"

"Sometimes if I'm traveling by myself, it works best that way."

"You don't want to see what's beyond the resort?"

"I have my own way of traveling that works for me," Ava said stiffly.

Paul appeared with a smaller cooler containing their lunch and a small sack that contained eating utensils and napkins. He offered to serve them lunch, but Jax told him that he could handle that. Unlike Ava, he wasn't used to having people do everything for him and he wasn't comfortable being waited on.

They settled into their lounge chairs and ate their salads.

"I thought a salad wouldn't be much to eat, but this is a lot of food. The fish is delicious," Jax said.

"The dressing is so complex. I know there's pineapple juice, sesame oil and olive oil, but that's as far as I can figure it out."

"You're ahead of me on that. It's never occurred to me to wonder how something's made."

After they finished lunch, Jax put everything back in the smaller cooler and placed it outside their cabana for Paul to pick up.

"I think I'm going for swim," Jax said stripping off his shirt. He was proud of the hard work he'd done on his body and he liked to show it off.

Ava stared at the reaper tattoo on his back. It could have been worse, he could be wearing a Speedo. She shook her head wondering why anyone would get something that ugly on his back. It was embarrassing. He would need to get that removed.

"You need suntan lotion or you'll fry. Just because it's not intensely hot doesn't mean you aren't going to get sunburned."

Jax reached into the basket of suntan lotions grabbing the one with the highest SPF.

"You want to help me here?" Jax asked.

Ava looked up at him with his ripped body and shook her head. Nothing. She felt absolutely no stirring of sexual interest. He was just too tall, too broad and too muscular. He was like an animal. Sex with him would be debasing and something that would always give her nightmares. Maybe if he would quit working out and his body would go back to normal he wouldn't be so bad. Well, except for his personality. That wasn't likely to change. Not unless she could find a trio of gay guys to give him an appearance and personality makeover and detoxify him.

"Thanks but no thanks," she said putting on her sunglasses.

Jax held his temper and began rubbing suntan lotion on his body beginning with his legs. He couldn't see her eyes, but he suspected that she was checking him out as he rubbed the lotion on his well muscled legs. Next he slowly rubbed the lotion on his abs and arms.

"You're going to have to do my back," Jax said.

"Why?" Ava demanded.

"Because I can't," Jax said trying hard to keep the annoyance out of his voice.

"Paul will do it for you. He should be by any minute to take our lunch things away or he'll call one of the suntan lotion butlers."

"A suntan lotion butler?"

"Yeah, the guys come and apply suntan lotion. I'm going to have one of them help me. I always do."

"You weren't married then. You are now."

"So what? It's suntan lotion."'

"I don't want some man putting his hands all over you," Jax said hotly.

Jax wasn't jealous. He just didn't want some guys hands all over Ava. It was a respect thing. Old ladies didn't let men touch around on them. Hell, he hadn't even touched Ava. He sure as hell didn't want another man doing it.

"What are you going to do? Sternly scold me if I get a suntan lotion butler to help me?"

"You don't need someone to help you," Jax said leaning down so she would be sure to hear his words. "That's what I'm for."

Ava smiled. Jax knew she was going to let one of those guys rub suntan lotion on her just to disobey and disrespect him.

Ava stood up and walked over to him.

"If I put the lotion on your back, will you go away for awhile? I want to take a nap before I go in the water."

"As long as I don't see some guy rubbing around on you."

"Sure," Ava said.

Jax couldn't see her eyes but by the tone of her voice, he didn't believe her. He would just have to keep an eye on his wife because there would be hell to pay if one of those suntan lotion butlers put his hands all over Ava. She belonged to him.

Jax checked out Ava in her one piece suit. He would have preferred her in a bikini so there would be more skin showing. He expected her to dress a lot sexier. That would change when she started to dress for him like a proper old lady.

She came close to him to squeeze the coconut scented lotion into her hand. She was close enough for him to look down the front of her suit, so he did. It was an automatic reaction. Nice plump tits nestled in her bathing suit top. Great cleavage and all real according to his practiced eye. He liked real breasts. They were softer and more responsive to his touch. With fake boobs, he was always trying to feel for where the bag of whatever the hell they filled them with was.

"You looked down the front of my swimsuit!" Ava exclaimed indignantly.

"If I see tits, I'm going to look. You have nice boobs," Jax said. He figured the compliment would calm her down.

"I'm not a piece of meat for you to assault with your eyes. I hate when people refer to a women's breasts as boobs or tits. It's so crude and disrespectful."

"I think it's so people don't get them confused with animals. Chickens have breasts, but no one ever says I want a chicken tit sandwich or a chicken boob sandwich. Those words are just for women," Jax pointed out matter-of-factly.

"They are still offensive. More toxic male crap," Ava said. A hero in a Hallmark movie would never look down the top of a woman. They were respectful. "Just turn around so I can get this over with," Ava said. "Where did you get this disgusting tattoo?"

"It's my MC tattoo," Jax said furiously. "It's an honor to have it on my back."

"So you can make crude comments about my breasts and I should respect your tattoo. You have a lot to learn about equality."

There wasn't equality for women in an MC. Jax thought about pointing this out, but the beach was waiting and swimming was more fun. Educating Ava in the ways of the MC could wait. The MC way was the right way. Old ladies were property and were obedient to their old men. It was simple. None of this equality bull shit that had destroyed modern life. Ava had a lot to learn.

Ava began spreading the lotion on his back as quickly so she could so she could be done with him. She just wanted a few minutes of peace and quiet without Jax Teller and his toxic masculinity near her.

A smile crossed her face. She bent down and scooped up big handfuls of sand using her sarong skirt to hold it before dumping it down the back of Jax's swim trunks.

He more than deserved it for looking down the front of her swim suit.

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