2
Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 119 Tough
Sex was Jax's go to solution for any problem with a woman. It had been such an effective solution, he had rarely needed a back-up plan. Last night, he had comforted her by letting her braid his hair. He was out of options. He doubted unbraiding his hair would have the same effect.
"I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better," Jax said softly.
"I just need a couple of minutes. I've trained my mind to block all that out, but every once in a while, it hits me. This damned back injury makes me feel weak and vulnerable."
"You are weak and vulnerable. That might be a good thing. I'm not sure I could handle you at full strength."
"Now that's funny," Scarlett said with a faint smile.
Jax used restraint as he kissed her softly and gently. It was difficult to kiss her in bed. Painful even because he wanted more from her and there was no way that was going to happen.
He normally slept in boxers, but with Scarlett sharing a bed, he wore a loose fitting pair of lightweight sweats and a short-sleeved white T-shirt to show respect and help with some of his self-control.
He stroked her hair and she rested her head against his chest. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and roll her under his body, but he knew he couldn't do that. Going without sex was difficult. He didn't just want sex; he wanted Scarlett. It wasn't because he wanted to add her to his collection. It was because he had feelings for her that he hadn't felt since Tara and those feelings for Tara had died years ago.
"I should undo your braids," Scarlett said.
She was calm and seemed to have shaken off her grief.
"You really don't remember braiding my hair?"
"No. I was afraid I'd braided your hair when I was in that not remembering period, which is what happened."
Her fingers fumbled with the elastics on the braids in his beard.
"Was your father right about you not liking facial hair?"
"I don't like stubble. My skin is sensitive and I hate the feel of stubble against my skin. Your beard's OK because it's soft."
Her fingers stroked his beard gently.
Jax groaned.
"Enough. There's a limit to how much I can take and I've hit it."
"Sorry. I've never felt that."
"I promise you that I will make you beg me to make love to you."
Scarlett laughed and flinched as the muscles in her back and stomach pulled.
"I don't think that's possible, but pretending that it is possible—are you going to leave me wanting you or are you going to satisfy me?"
"What do you think?" he asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"How about I make a confession?" she said with a grin. "I don't think you are really hot with braids. I think it's hilarious that there's this big, tough outlaw biker with braids in his hair. The braids on your beard are the funniest."
Jax shook his head and laughed. He also vowed to remember this when Scarlett was on fire for him and was begging him for sex.