The Dangerous Curves Series

Chapter 37

It wasn’t late when he left Sarah’s place, so Jax decided to drop by Curves to check in. He walked into his bar, his practiced eye taking in the scene at a glance. Busy, loud, full of laughter. Some drunk women dancing, getting eyed-up by guys sitting in groups at the large tables. Typical Saturday night, and Jax nodded at some of his regulars while simultaneously avoiding the eager eyes of some of his more-regular crash room f***s.

He spotted King and Mac at the bar talking to Trey, Aidan’s replacement on his nights off, so Jax walked over to them. They looked surprised to see him.

“What the hell, man?” Mac said. “I thought you were seeing Red tonight.”

“I did.” Jax nodded at Trey to give him a beer. “Just dropped her off at home.”

“Didn’t go well?”

Jax glanced at Mac, perplexed. “It went great. Why?”

“Because it’s not even midnight, and you’re here.” Mac grinned. “Shouldn’t you be balls-deep between Red’s legs right about now?”

“Unless she turned him down,” King said. “Again.”

Jax shrugged and drank some beer. “She has to get up early.”

“Oh, right. So you just f****d her earlier than you usually do the deed with your chicks?” Mac said. “And now you’re here for round two?”

Jax was shocked at how fast the anger moved up his body. “f**k off, Mac.”

“What?” Mac blinked. “What’s the problem?”

“The problem is the way you’re talking about Sarah. f*****g knock it off.”

“What?” Mac said again.

“She’s not like that, OK? It’s not like with her.”

The men regarded him with astonishment.

“So… you didn’t f**k her?” King said cautiously.

“Nope.”

“And you haven’t yet?”

“Nope again.”

“And you’re not here to get laid?”

“Nope once more.”

“I don’t understand what the hell you’re talking about,” Mac announced. “Do you mean to say that you’re dating Red? Like, exclusively?”

Jax shrugged again, scowling.

“Man, you don’t do dating, and you sure as hell don’t do exclusive.”

“How do you know?” Jax said.

“Because we’ve known you for five years, and you’ve done nothing but make fun of all these assholes p***y-whipped into having girlfriends.” Mac’s blue eyes were watchful. “Unless you’ve changed your mind about that?”

“OK, well.” Jax set down his mostly-full beer bottle. “Everything looks under control here. I’ll check a few things in my office, and then I think I’ll head out.”

“You’re not staying?” Trey said. “Raylene was asking about you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jax said. “What’d she want?”

Trey shook his head. “Not a clue.” He walked to the other end of the bar to serve a smoking-hot blonde with the shortest skirt that Jax had ever seen. He checked her out, as a matter of course, but she didn’t do much for him.

“What do you think she wants?” King said to Jax. “She wants what you always give her.”

“Yeah, well, not tonight.”

“Again, I don’t understand what the hell you’re talking about,” Mac said. “I mean… who the hell are you?”

“Again, f**k off, Mac.” Jax stalked down the hall to his office. He unlocked it and stepped inside, grateful for the silence and privacy. He needed to calm the hell down – it was no good having people out there seeing him upset. It sent out the wrong message, and considering the kind of people all gathered out there in the same space, Jax had to always look in control of the situation. He ran his hands through his hair, and sighed when he heard a knock at the door.

“Yeah, come in,” he said.

The door swung open and there stood Raylene. He sighed again.

“Hey, Jax,” she said.

“Hi.” He backed up a bit, put the desk between them. “How you doing, Raylene?”

“Well, I’m OK. But I could be a hell of a lot better.”

His heart sank at the implication.

She closed the door behind her and approached, all long, slim legs and large breasts. The woman was f*****g hot, no doubt about it, and she had a body that just didn’t quit. She was an enthusiastic and skilled f**k, and she wasn’t into commitment. Before Sarah had appeared in his life, Raylene had been the ideal woman – fast, easy, casual – and she was all he thought he’d ever want or need. Now he thought differently.

“Hey, Raylene, look… I’m not staying tonight. I’m just running in and out.”

“In and out is just fine, baby,” she purred. “You know I love it fast and hard sometimes.”

“Sorry, but I’m out of here.” He grabbed a few papers, and headed for the door. She grabbed him as he passed.

“Maybe you want me to suck you off?” Her knowing hands ran down the front of his jeans, and he flinched. “You love having me down on my knees, right?”