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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
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Chapter 327 Outstitched
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"Might as well take them out," Scarlett said uncertainly.
"You'll do a great job."
Scarlett opened the drawer of her nightstand and took out the manicure kit, unzipped it and sat down beside Jax.
"Do you think you could hurt me more than I've already been hurt?" Jax asked gently.
"I get what you're saying. I wonder if I need to wipe the area with alcohol."
'The skin's healed and closed now," Jax pointed out.
Jax watched as Scarlett took the nail scissors and held them over the knot hesitating. It reminded him of every movie he'd seen where someone has to defuse a bomb and there's that tense, suspenseful moment before the snip is made. Scarlett looked that intense.
He thought about pretending to be hurt after she made the snip, but he couldn't do that to her. There was just something adorable about her fear of hurting him.
"OK. There," she said finally cutting the knot.
"See how easy that was," Jax said.
She looked at him with those deep green eyes framed by lacy black eyelashes.
"Easy for you to say. You didn't have to do anything."
She used tweezers to carefully and gently pull the stitches out from his thigh.
"Does that hurt?" she asked softly.
"No. Scars, I'm tough. You don't have to be that gentle."
Jax pointed at his cheek.
"I can't give you a kiss. My back can't bend down like that."
"You'll just have to pay me back with interest."
Scarlett looked at him with narrowed eyes.
"You are getting to be very demanding and spoiled."
"You could spank me," Jax said with a mischievous grin on his face.
"That would give you too much pleasure."
Jax lowered his briefs so she could be able to take the stitches in his ass out. She was quicker and noticeably less nervous. Her face was flushed as she concentrated on his ass. She cut the knot and slowly pulled out the stitches.
"What a relief that's over!"
Jax pulled up his boxers.
"You know you'll have to still check out my ass in case it develops some kind of complication."
Scarlett looked at him sternly.
"You can monitor it yourself with a hand mirror. It's in the bathroom."
Jax got up and pulled on his lightweight sweatpants.
"I can't believe you would turn down an opportunity to see my butt."
"Well," Scarlett said hesitantly, "I didn't want to say anything earlier, but it's kind of . . ."
"Kind of what?" Jax demanded.
"Pasty."
Scarlett giggled at the look of outrage on Jax's face.
"Maybe I should sunbathe naked on the deck today."
"You just want me to rub suntan lotion all over your body."
"I just want to fix my aesthetically displeasing ass," Jax said sitting down beside Scarlett. "I want to talk to you about Tara."
"OK."
Jax took a deep breath. He hated relationship conversations, but he wanted to be better at being in a relationship.
"When she was talking about our past, were you OK with that?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"Some girls might be jealous over something like that."
"It was in the past. Tara didn't mention it to be mean or anything. It was a funny story about you and her in the past."
"I just wanted to make sure that you're OK."
"I'm OK. I know you don't love Tara or you would have sent for her when you got shot instead of me."
"It never even occurred me to send for her. You were all I could think about."
"And that's why I'm not worried about Tara," she said, kissing his cheek. "I think it's time for your nap."
"I am sleepy," Jax said. He still suspected Scarlett was drugging him so he would sleep, but maybe that was the smart way to recover; try to sleep as much as possible to get his body to heal. "How about you lay down with me?"
"Well, just because you had your stitches out doesn't mean I can quit taking care of you. I really should lay down with you to be a good nurse make sure you nap properly."
He helped her settle into bed with him and kissed her. He knew he only had a few minutes before his body and the drugs she'd given him would force him to sleep.
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Author's Note: I am writing a short 3 chapter Happy fiction for Halloween. You ought to check it out. The last chapter will be posted on Halloween.
