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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 156 Addict
Jax slept alone Tuesday and Wednesday nights and he planned to spend this night alone too. Sleeping with Scarlett was getting to be addictive. The last two nights had been tough. He missed her. Even without sex, he enjoyed spending the night with her.
He remembered back in high school when he was in love with Tara. He had that need to spend all his time with her and he could never get enough of her. Like an addict craving a fix. It had been crazy and intoxicating.
It was a lot like how he felt about Scarlett now. No, it was exactly like how he had once felt about Tara. He was falling in love with Scarlett.
He hadn't fallen in love with Tara until after they had sex. It didn't make sense to him that he could fall in love with Scarlett without having sex with her first. He must be wrong about the falling in love part.
Why wouldn't he fall in love with her? She was beautiful with the curvy kind of figure he preferred. Kissing her felt great. She was funny, smart and kind. She understood the outlaw world and how could a man not love a woman who stole a room full of money from her psycho ex? That was badass.
She also did something no woman had ever done for him; when she thought a team was coming to take her, she tried to protect him. She told him to leave her. She meant it. She wanted to save him. Women were usually looking at him to save or rescue them. Not Scarlett.
Damn. His lips had curved into a smile without him even realizing it. Being addicted to Scarlett or falling in love with her wouldn't be the worst thing he could do.
He just couldn't let it turn him into a pussy. If he started writing poetry, it was going to be time to put a bullet in his head. There was nothing worse than a pussy whipped man who wrote poetry.
He grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator and thought about calling Scarlett to see if she wanted to go for a walk when there was a knock at the door.
He looked out the peephole. It was Tara. He would have preferred to see a couple of Mayans with guns or knives.
He had a bad feeling that she was going to want to have a talk about their relationship. Eventually, he had to have that conversation with her, but later was always better than now when it came to relationship talks and never was his first choice.
He opened the door.
"Do you have a minute?" Tara asked with a nervous smile.
"Sure," he said. "Come on in."
He was just going to have to suck it up and have that conversation now.