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Chapter 57 She Said What?

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Jax saw Paul applying suntan lotion to Ava's back. He didn't bother going over to the cabana to put a stop to it, he'd simply turned his back. Ava was just trying to provoke him and he wasn't going to fall into her trap.

Two young women in their twenties one with long wavy blonde hair and the other cotton candy pink hair were posing for selfies with Jax. They both had large breasts and tiny bikinis; just his type of girl.

"That back tattoo," the pink haired woman squealed, "is like so amazing."

"Can I touch it?" the other one asked batting her long false eyelashes at Jax.

"Sure, darlin'," Jax said. Their faces were a little over decorated for the beach but he wasn't going to hold it against them.

"Could we take selfies with you and your back tattoo with your head turned so everyone will know it's you? My friends will die with envy," the blonde said.

"If they are half as pretty as you two, that would be a real shame," Jax said with a grin. Both girls giggled.

"How about we go have a drink?" the blonde asked.

"Our treat," added pink hair.

Jax knew that drinks would lead to an epic threesome. He had been without sex for so damned long and sex with Ava was nowhere in sight. He was tempted.

Ava was in the cabana and she was certain to notice him leave with two blondes. She didn't deserve his fidelity because she wouldn't sleep with him, but he made a promise to TB that he wouldn't cheat on Ava. For now, he would exercise self-control.

"I'd love to but I'm here with my old lady," Jax said nodding his head in Ava's direction.

"If you can get away later, we're here for three more days," the woman with pink hair said.

"Here's my cell number just in case," the blonde said slipping him a cell phone number.

"Tempting," Jax said slipping the number into the waterproof pocket in his swimming trunks with a smile, "Very tempting."

Several selfies and six or seven people later, a brunette came up to him with a sly smile on her face.

"Are you really a biker?" she purred.

"Outlaw biker," Jax corrected looking down the front of her bikini top.

"What's the difference?" she asked stroking the top of the python that was tattooed on her right breast.

"We exceed posted speed limits."

The woman laughed as she continued to stroke her breast.

"Is that all?" she pouted appearing disappointed. "Maybe if we went back to my room, you could tell me more about your bad boy ways or show me?"

That was a lot awkward, Jax thought. It wouldn't have stopped him from going to her room for sex, but his self-control was holding.

"I'm with my old lady," Jax said once more nodding in Ava's direction. "You're just going to have to remember me from the picture."

When Jax had nodded in Ava's direction he noticed Paul and Ava appeared deep in conversation. There was no doubt in Jax's mind that Ava thought Paul was really into her. She was practically a gay man magnet only she didn't know the guys were gay. Ava didn't seem to understand the real world she lived in. He'd show her what reality really looked like.

Ava had a lot to learn about kissing, but he had deliberately made the kiss extra moist and full of tongue. She'd started things when she dumped sand in his trunks. Of course, he had swiftly retaliated with a bucket of water over her head. It was life in the MC world where retaliation was supposed to be swift and harsh. She punched him three times. She deserved that second big sloppy dog kiss.

Of course, he could have kissed her into a coma of bliss. He was really that good. He was waiting for the right moment. For now, he was having a lot of fun making her mad.

Finally the last of the selfie seekers was gone. Just as he was about to head back to the cabana and Ava, Paul walked over to him.

"I hope you don't get sunburned," Paul said. "I could help you if you get sunburned. I mean help you later."

"What has Ava been telling you," Jax asked.

Jax had a feeling that Paul was making a very subtle pass at him. Why would he think he was gay? He looked at Ava sitting in her lounge chair and knew she had something to do with it.

"Ava confessed to me very tactfully," Paul hesitated for a moment before giving up and spilling it all, "that you fell in love with your cellmate in prison, you got your heart broken and she's afraid her marriage is doomed because you don't like girls and won't have sex with her."

"Ava told you I was gay?" Jax asked incredulously.

"Yes. I was surprised because I wasn't picking up that signal. You're just so . . . masculine."

Jax shook his head disgusted with Ava.

"Not gay. Not even a little. Ava is bat shit crazy."

"Sorry to hear that," Paul said sadly. "I mean about both; you not being gay and her being bat shit crazy."

"I shouldn't tell you this." Jax said lowering his voice. "Ava is beyond bat shit crazy. She's mentally ill. I think she's off her medication. I'm just trying to keep her out of an institution."

Paul's eyes widened with surprise. He hadn't expected that, but the more he thought about it, the more sense it made. It was just too damned bad that Jax Teller wasn't gay.

"Can I at least get a selfie with you?"

"Sure," Jax said. "Just no gay captions."

"Deal," Paul said with a nervous laugh.

After Paul took a picture with him, a couple of people came up also wanting pictures. It took a few minutes before Jax finally returned to the cabana to get his flip flops. He'd left his phone back in the hotel room. It was locked so there was nothing for Ava to get her hands on.

The walk back to their hotel room fueled his anger. It was one thing to tell him he kissed like a dog which considering the wet kisses was fair, but it was another thing to tell a gay man that he was gay, was in love with his cellie and wouldn't have sex with her. Ava had taken it too fucking far.

Jax opened the door with his key card. He was surprised that she hadn't barred the door with the thick metal sliding bolt lock. That would have prevented him from getting in. She'd probably forgotten.

Given how fast Ava had cleared out of the cabana when she saw Paul talking to him, she must suspect that Paul told him about his conversation with her. He heard the shower and tried the door. She'd remembered to lock that door.

Bathroom doors had cheap useless locks. A kick, a shoulder hit or a pocket knife could make quick work of the lock. This wasn't the first time he had opened a bathroom lock with a pocket knife.

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Good news Jax isn't a bad kisser. He was playing Ava.

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