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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run

Chapter 90 Deterred

Jax was not about to let a woman get the better of him. It was time to take Scarlett's power away from her.

"Scarlett, I know you aren't asleep. I also know that you took your medication ten minutes ago, so you haven't hit the memory loss part yet."

He moved her laptop that was between them so they could watch DVDs. He scooted closer to her, closing the gap between them.

"You want me to deter you? How's this? If I wake up with braids in my hair or on my beard, I will take that as you telling me that you want me to use you as my personal popsicle."

"Did you say something?" Scarlett asked opening her eyes. "I drifted off to sleep for a moment."

"Your acting skills are not very good."

"What did you say?"

His body was just touching hers and he could look into her face.

"You didn't think that the punishment I gave you for braiding my hair and beard was going to provide an actual deterrent to keep you from doing it again. I know you heard what I told you I would do to you. You just want to hear me say the words again."

"I didn't hear you," Scarlett protested.

"OK. I said that if I wake up with braids in my hair or on my beard, I would take that as you asking me to use you as my personal popsicle."

Scarlett studied his face for a moment.

"How do you feel about popsicles?"

"Want me to show you?"

"No. I was hoping that you didn't like popsicles and you just leave them alone and never touch them."

"Is that what you want from me? Never to touch you?"

"I'd be OK with that," Scarlett said seriously. "I told you that I'm defective."

Jax studied her face and realized she believed or she wanted to believe what she was telling him.

"Maybe you want to be defective, but you aren't defective. I've seen and felt how you respond to me."

"Jax, you are either delusional or wrong."

Usually he saw laughter in Scarlett's eyes, but this was one of those rare times when she was serious.

Jax realized that Scarlett was a very complex woman. He liked that. He didn't find that much in women, but that's what happens when you spend only enough time with a woman to bed her, leave the next morning and go on to the next woman.

"Want me to prove it to you?"

"Jax, that's a tragic thing to say because what happens is the man tries to prove it and the woman is stuck with a dilemma—let him know he failed or fake it that he succeeded."

"I'll prove it to you," Jax said. He leaned down, his hands on her arms, he bent his head and began to lick her neck like a child would a popsicle.

Scarlett began to squirm and giggle.

"That tickles."

"See, you do respond to me," Jax said. There was mischief in his sky blue eyes. "How was that for a deterrent?"

"I think you are going to have to just wait and see."

"Fair enough," Jax said. He bent his head and brought his lips close to hers, so close they were almost touching. He abruptly lifted his head and smiled when he saw the disappointment in her eyes.

"Well played, Mr. Teller," Scarlett said. "Well played."