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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run

Chapter 220 Long Lingering

Scarlett was reading a nice cozy Agatha Christie murder mystery starring Hercule Poirot her favorite Christie sleuth when she got a text message from Jax. It read:

Sldjlfkj kljlkei Jjk

After very little thought, she typed:

Jkj mkejlkjl kjej kjelkjl.

She knew that Jax and the MC were having some quality bonding time to celebrate their TV interview. She didn't have a problem with that. They had saved Hale from a serious beating and saved little Tristen from rape and both of them from possible death. They deserved a celebration.

A few minutes later there was a knock at her door. She looked out the window and saw Jax being held upright by one of the MC guys she met that day at the sidewalk carnival.

She opened the door.

"Wanna say nigh t," Jax mumbled.

Scarlett stood aside and Sack helped Jax into her room.

"Scars . . . wanna say you are . . . boo," Jax shook his head forgetting the word. He tried three more times before Sack helped out and said "beautiful". That pleased Jax. He nodded his head and promptly fell down face first on her bed.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Jax tasked me with bringing him home tonight, but he wanted to come by and say good night to you first."

Jax was taller and more heavily muscled than Half-Sack. It wouldn't be easy getting Jax up and back on this feet. Scarlett wasn't going to be able to help. Her back made trying to lift Jax impossible.

"What were you supposed to do after you got him home?"

"Watch him for a couple of hours to make sure he doesn't choke on vomit or get alcohol poisoning."

Sack looked exhausted. She didn't trust him to watch over Jax if he needed medical care. He was almost dead on his feet.

"You can leave him, but you need to roll him to his side and brace him so he can't roll face down or face up, so if he passes out, he won't choke to death on vomit, but if he throws up, he's sleeping in it."

"Don't do that. I'll give you my number and if he throws up, call me. I'll be over right away and clean everything."

Before Sack tried to move Jax, he took his shoes and belt off. Next he began to unbutton the fly of his pants.

"Stop right there," Scarlett said. "He's sleeping in his pants."

"Sorry. Didn't mean any harm or disrespect."

"Are you going to take off his vest?"

Scarlett knew the real name for it, but she wanted to gather information.

"It's not a vest. It's a cut. I would never take his cut off him. It would be an insult to him and he would kick my ass. I could even get kicked out since I'm only a prospect."

"It's a different world," Scarlett said. "What's a prospect?"

"It's the step before becoming a patched in member. You start by hanging around the clubhouse for a year, a couple of years, you don't know how long it's up to the club. If you make a good impression, you get invited to prospect. It takes a minimum of one year and the vote has to be unanimous. When you're a patched member, the prospect word comes off and I'll get the full patch."

"What do you have to do as a prospect?"

"Anything they want. It's intense and I don't get much sleep."

"Go on home and get some sleep. I'll take care of Jax and I'll tell him I insisted."

"That's really nice of you. Could you also tell him that I was very respectful to you?"

"I'll do it."

"Thanks," he said. "Here's my number. If he pukes, let me know and I'll come immediately."

"Good night," Scarlett said.

Scarlett returned to bed and studied Jax. There had to be some way to have fun with Jax. She picked up her book and read a few chapters before coming up with an idea. It wasn't a unique idea, but it would be a nice way to pass a little time. She went into the bathroom and got her large eyeshadow palette, brushes and some water.

She'd made the mistake of buying a $5 36 eyeshadow palette. The colors were too shimmery and they vanished after about ten minutes of wear. She'd learned her lesson about buying cheap eyeshadow palettes. She was going to toss it, but she might as well have some fun.

She gently lifted Jax's T-shirt exposing those rock hard rippling abs. She admired them for several seconds. She wondered if it would be creepy if she touched them a bit. His eyes were closed. He would never know.

Her fingers softly brushed his skin. He was the sexiest man she'd ever had her hands on. Despite the fact he was either unconscious or asleep, it was still scary to touch him.

Jax Teller was much more than a man to her; he was the most masculine, testosterone drenched man she'd ever known. It was terrifying and exciting.

She used an eyebrow pencil to draw in her design. Just a sailboat adrift on the abs of Jax's stomach. The ripples would be the water. She mixed some blue eyeshadow with a little Vaseline to improve the color's staying power. She painted the boat first and added the blue water.

She finished and carefully lowered Jax's shirt.

He was breathing easily and Scarlett decided that he was going to be OK. There was no reason anymore for her to watch over him. When she returned from the bathroom, Jax was awake and sitting up.

"How do you feel?"

"Not bad."

"When you got here, you collapsed on the bed, so I let you stay. The prospect got you on your side. I was afraid you might vomit and choke to death."

"My guardian angel."

Scarlett smiled sweetly. She hoped he would be gone by the time he discovered her artwork.

"I didn't want to sleep until I knew you were OK. I'm going to take my medication and get some sleep."

Scarlett took a large clear plastic zip bag and pulled out her medication. She shook out tablets and put them in the small plastic cup she kept in the plastic bag.

Jax was watching her.

"Aren't those birth control pills?" he asked.

It made perfect sense that a man with Jax's sexual experience would recognize the distinctive packaging.

"Yes."

"I didn't think you'd been with anyone in four years."

"That's true. My hormones were destroying my complexion. The birth control pills keep my skin clear and I only have to endure four periods a year."

Jax ducked into the bathroom. Scarlett didn't hear any vomiting, so she figured that Jax had gotten through his drunken binge pretty easily.

"I used one of the hotel toothbrushes so I could get the beer taste out of my mouth."

"How much do you remember about last night?" she asked him softly.

"I remember coming here and your bed. That's it until I woke up."

"We had sex." Scarlett said. "How could you have forgotten that?"

Jax chuckled.

"That wasn't even a good try. I would never have sex with you for the first time when I was drunk because if you ever honor me with the privilege of allowing me to make love to you, I want to remember every touch . . . every kiss . . . every caress. . . every first with you," his voice was soft and the look in his eyes was enough to set her on fire.

Scarlett's face had reddened and she sucked in her breath quickly.

"Need sleep," Scarlett said. She tossed down the pills in one swift motion and washed them down with a couple of big gulps of water.

"What time do you have to get up?"

"It doesn't matter. We'll start work around noon and work as late as we need to depending on what needs to be done."

"I'm going to watch videos until I fall asleep."

Scarlett laid down on her back with pillows propped underneath her.

"I have a better idea. I want to kiss you."

"I need to sleep."

"You aren't going to fall asleep right away. Why not spend twenty or thirty minutes with me? We can share some long . . . lingering . . .soft . . . tender . . . kisses?"

Scarlett paused her mouth open. Her heart raced. Part of her wanted to run, but that couldn't happen. She'd taken medication. She wasn't going anywhere. She didn't want to go anywhere either.

Spending some time kissing with Jax was harmless enough except that it built feelings. She still wasn't prepared to surrender her heart to Jax Teller—at least the part of her that her brain still controlled.

"Um . . . OK," she whispered.

Jax carefully got her into a position so they could kiss without hurting her back. Scarlett was on her back, he was leaning over her, careful to keep his weight off her body. He kissed her temple softly, stroked the curve of her cheek before moving closer and brushing her lips with his. He studied her face for a moment looking deep into her green eyes before giving her a long, lingering tender kiss.

"You are delicious," he whispered before bringing his lips back to hers for another long kiss.