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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 12 Hurt
Scarlett was one hell of a roller coaster ride. When her door opened, he felt a flood of relief followed by a tsunami of white hot anger for all the hell he'd been through worrying about her. Then the anger was replaced by concern when she collapsed.
She wouldn't be the first girl who faked an injury to get close to him. He'd seen girls do a lot of things to get close to him from faking a twisted ankle to flattening a car tire. She hadn't been faking it though. If he hadn't caught her and carried her to her bed, she would have hit the floor hard.
He liked the calm matter of fact way she handled the situation. Even more, he liked the way she felt in his arms. Her skin was smooth and deliciously soft. She might claim to be defective, but her body had plenty of heat.
When the time was right, he was going to make her burn for him. He'd show her that she wasn't defective; it was the men she'd been with before him. They just didn't how to handle her.
When she'd gotten up from the bed, he noticed how difficult it was for her and how she would flinch from the pain as she moved slowly and stiffly. He assessed his chances of having sex with her to be extremely small to nonexistent and yet he'd stayed. It didn't have anything to do with the promise of a free meal and the chance to drive her Corvette.
He was used to being chased by girls. On those occasions when he'd actually chased a girl, it hadn't taken much effort. When he told her that he would swing by his MC's clubhouse for a girl, she hadn't shown the slightest bit of jealousy.
He wasn't used to a girl being indifferent to him. She intrigued him and that didn't happen often. He wanted to get to know her and that surprised him.
Jax couldn't remember the last time he'd had a conversation with a girl when his goal hadn't been to get her into bed. Out of habit, he did run through sex positions, but couldn't come up with one that he could use with Scarlett's back injury.
Over dinner at Steaked, he told her about SAMCRO. She seemed fascinated by the MC and listened to him intently. Most of the crow-eaters had the attention span of a TV commercial. He couldn't remember a single conversation with one.
After dinner, she'd asked him if he would mind delaying his night of debauchery at his clubhouse long enough for them to take a walk. She explained that it helped her back to walk and she couldn't walk on her own given her physical condition. He agreed because he liked spending time with her even though it wasn't going to lead to sex that night. He was confident that sex was inevitable between them because he was Jax Teller and that's what his history had taught him.
He drove them to a small manmade lake with a well-lighted walking path around it. They worked out a way for him to help her walk. She bent her arm and he took her elbow and guided her, making sure she didn't stumble. They walked slowly. She had to take small steps to avoid sending jarring pain up her spine.
It felt good to just take a few minutes and slow down a little. His life sometimes seemed to be at a constant run. He feared it was going to get worse before it got better and the longer he spent with the beautiful and charming Scarlett, the more he found himself liking her.
After two laps around the lake, he stopped by his favorite convenience store, Quik Go. She stayed in the car so she wouldn't have to get in and out of her car. She had trouble going from a sitting to a standing position. She had to do it in stages.
He returned her to her motel room. He took the small empty cooler she had in her room and filled it with ice. He brought his purchases from the store to her room. He put three of the six plastic bottled Cokes in the ice and arranged three candy bars on the night stand. He left the other three Cokes within arm's reach of the nightstand.
"I don't want you to pass out again," he said. "If you end up on the floor, I don't know how the hell you are going to get up."
"Thank you. It was very thoughtful of you," she said softly. She shook her head a little. "Now, you better head out. There are girls waiting for you I'm sure."
"Be careful about the drugs you take. You don't want to accidentally overdose—at least not until we've spent a night together," he flashed that grin that had gotten him into so many women's panties.
She laughed and grimaced as the muscles pulled.
"How about I write you a note that says if I'm dead, the authorities should call you and you can have sex with my corpse?" She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"I don't mind spending time warming you up darlin', but even at my best, I can't warm up a corpse. So be careful about how much you take."
She stood on tiptoe and gave him a chaste peck on the cheek, her hand on his chest so she could keep him at a distance.
He left feeling that she had once again gotten the upper hand. This didn't happen to Jax Teller.
He rode past the clubhouse. Suddenly a night of drinking and banging crow-eaters didn't have its normal appeal. He drove to his dark and empty house. He hated spending the night alone. He returned to the clubhouse. His crow-eater conquests had no idea that he wasn't seeing their faces. He was seeing Scarlett's.
And now, he had the upper hand with Scarlett. He remembered he still had her gun.