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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run

Chapter 107 Grab

Jax immediately tried on his new Kevlar body armor like a kid with a new toy or a woman with new shoes.

"That's military grade," Scarlett explained.

Jax rubbed his hands over the material appraisingly. It was the best he'd ever touched.

"This is amazing. Did you know he was going to give this to me?"

Scarlett shook her head, her blonde hair swinging.

"No. I had no idea."

Jax grinned remembering Scarlett's fierce threat to her father about killing him if he left condoms on his bed.

"Does your father normally have body armor lying around?"

Scarlett nodded to Jax's surprise.

"In order to be on the run effectively, you have to be able to get fake IDs. It helps if you're involved in some illegal activity yourself. It helps you make contacts. My father sells body armor to felons. He keeps a supply in his van."

"This is damned impressive."

Scarlett had her phone out and was texting.

"I'm telling him his joke wasn't funny," she said.

"Tell him many thanks for the present."

Scarlett finished her message and sent it.

"I told him. If you mention it to anyone, could you just say you found it?"

"I just won't say where I got it. The outlaw part of the MC means we don't ask too many questions."

"Thanks. I think I'm going to go to bed and watch videos."

"I noticed you're walking even more stiffly than usual and it's harder for you to get up when you're sitting. You need me to sleep near you in case you need help."

"If you don't mind."

"I don't."

Jax would have bet his cut that Scarlett was up to something. Her eyes sparkled in a certain way and there was a different curve to her lips. He decided to play along.

"I'm beat too. All that swimming."

"I appreciate you giving my dad and me some alone time.

"You father is great."

"I bet you say that about anyone that gives you a great bullet-proof vest."

When they were in bed, Jax yawned a couple of times.

"I'm just going to go to sleep."

"Do you mind if I watch DVDs?"

"Of course not."

Jax still saw that sparkle in her eyes and the curve to her lips. He was more certain than ever that she was up to something. He rolled over on his side so his back was to her and pretended to go to sleep.

A few minutes later, he heard Scarlett whisper softly asking if he were awake. He laid there, his body relaxed imitating sleep.

A few more minutes passed before she asked again. Again, he stayed silent.

He felt her clumsily move into position beside him and he felt her hands on his hair. He waited until he felt her wrap the rubber band around his hair.

She gasped with surprise as he rolled over and grabbed her wrist.

"What do we have here? Your hand on a braid in my hair. How did that get there?"

"What's going on?" Scarlett asked, blinking her eyes. "I must have been sleep braiding."

"Sleep brai . . . " Jax broke off laughing.

Scarlett laughed and groaned at the pain from the muscles pulling.

"People do all kinds of things when they are asleep especially with sleeping pills."

"You are in trouble, Scarlett. I'm not your father. You can't talk your way out of this with me," he said, releasing her wrist.

Scarlett propped her head up on her hand as she looked at him.

"I just have a really hard time when people tell me I can't do something," she said sweetly.

Jax moved Scarlett's laptop that was between their lower bodies and scooted closer to her.

"Do you remember what I told you I would do to you if this happened again?"

"I forgot. It's the sleeping medication."

"This is my fault."

"I think so too. You look so darned cute in braids. I just can't resist."

"That wasn't the fault I was talking about."

Jax pushed her down on the pillow and leaned over her.

"You remember I told you I'd lick you like a popsicle if you braided my hair again?"

"OK. I didn't really believe it because no one really licks another person like a popsicle. I thought it was a joke. You make these funny little threats, but I know you don't mean them."

"Scarlett, you have educated me when you told me that I needed to come up with something that would deter you from misbehaving. I've been having trouble coming up with the proper deterrent. I don't think licking you like a popsicle is a deterrent. If anything it rewards bad behavior."

"I really don't like the idea of being licked like a popsicle."

"That's only because I haven't licked you like a popsicle. If I licked you like a popsicle, it would be the most pleasurable experience of your life."

Scarlett's lips parted and he heard her catch her breath.

Jax knew that talk was as far as it would go between them for now. He hadn't practiced sexual self- control since Tara left town. If he had condoms and a willing woman, he had sex and the women were always willing until Scarlett. He had forgotten just how much he hated sexual frustration, but Scarlett was in no shape for much physical activity even if she only had to play popsicle.

"I'll take your word for it," she said.

"OK. I think you want me to lick you like a popsicle, but that's not a deterrent. How's this for a deterrent. If you cut my hair, beard, or any hair on my body or if you braid my hair anywhere on my body, I will shave part or all of one of your eyebrows."

"You wouldn't really . . ."

Jax reached under his pillow and pulled out one of the disposable razors normally kept in the bathroom.

He took the blade and pressed it to the skin near her eyebrow.

"Do I have your attention?" he asked softly.

"Yes. It's only a few little braids."

"That isn't the point. We both know that. The next time I find a braid in my hair, you're losing part of your eyebrow."

"OK. You win."

"Could you repeat that?"

"You win. No more hair fun for me unless you agree. Maybe sometimes you could let me put some braids in your hair."

"What are you going to give me in exchange?"

"Wouldn't looking cute with braids be reward enough?"

"Scarlett, you are going to get yourself in serious trouble with me."

"I'm afraid so," she whispered.

"So am I."