The Dangerous Curves Series

Chapter 38

Jax wasn’t able to identify the emotion rising in his chest right away, but he knew it didn’t feel good. As he stared down at her heavily-made-up face, he was able to give a name to the feeling: disgust. Not for Raylene – because despite being amazingly hot, she gave off an air of desperation that he’d never noticed before, and that made him feel a bit sorry for her. No, the disgust was all for himself.

Fuck me. This is all I’ve ever been good for, huh? Banging a chick in my office, having her suck my d**k. I’m a f*****g mess.

He thought about Sarah now. Sarah standing in front of him tonight, touching his chest and shoulders gently, with wonder and awe. Sarah kissing him, so sweet and hot. Sarah wrapped in his arms, coming for him, trusting him to make her feel good. And in this moment, Jax knew that he could give a woman more than just back room s*x, or meaningless orgasms. He could give more. He could give Sarah more – and he wanted to.

He took Raylene’s hands in his, pulled them away from his disinterested c**k. “Sorry. Not tonight.”

She gazed up at him. “You for real?”

“Yeah. I’m for real.”

She shrugged. “OK. Next time, right?”

“I don’t think so.” He opened the door for her. “I’m with someone now, Raylene, and I’d appreciate it if you let word of that get around.”

She stood totally still, staring at him in shock. Then she laughed, a loud, long laugh. “Holy s**t, Jax. Really?”

“Really.”

“Yeah, OK.” She shook her dyed-blonde head. “We’ll see how long that lasts, huh?”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means that you ain’t the kind to be with someone for longer than ten minutes in a row, and you know it damn good and well. We all know it. So when you and your little fling crash and burn, you come on back to me.” She ran her long fingernail down his chest. “I’ll be waiting to give you what you really want… and I’ll give it to you on my knees.”

She sashayed out, her slim hips swinging and pumping, and Jax slammed the door behind her, trying to calm down. He hated what she’d said about him, hated how Mac and King had reacted to him not f*****g Sarah, hated Raylene’s casual assumption that he’d just f**k her here and now on command. But Jax had only one person to blame for all of it, and he only had to look in the mirror to meet said asshole’s eyes.

No, Sarah isn’t forever, but you’ve got her right now, and she’s something good, something clean. Take good care of her, man, because God knows, she deserves that. And maybe – just maybe – you deserve that, too. At least for a little while.

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Sarah spent the next few days wandering around in a haze of lust. She did good work for the restaurant, and she stayed on top of everything for Noah, and she got all the stuff on her checklist done. But she did it all while thinking about what Jax had done to her, how he’d made her feel.

She called him on Wednesday to tell him that she could see him on Saturday, and just hearing that husky, sexy voice in her ear had her wet between her legs. But she was halfway to orgasm at just the thought of the man, anyway, and that voice drove her almost over the edge.

She thought about how he’d looked, standing there in the moonlight, half-naked, drops of water running down that large, hard body. The bulge in his boxers hadn’t just been impressive, it had been awe-inspiring, and the thought of taking that into her both thrilled her, and scared her to death.

In bed at night, she burned up with wanting him, and for the first time in her life, Sarah fully touched herself. Oh, she’d tried before, of course, and it had felt good sometimes. But like what had happened with Dave, stroking her own p***y had sparked something that had never really finished. She’d been left frustrated and agitated, not all that eager to try again.

Now, though, she couldn’t help herself – she had to touch her aching, soaked s*x. Late at night, she lay in bed naked, her legs spread wide, her fingers slippery with her own juices, her breath shallow and hot. And her fingers became Jax’s.

Thick, rough, tender, they slid inside her body, circled her c**t. They pressed deep, hard, touching the most secret parts of her flesh. She tasted his lips on hers, felt his arms around her, and her whole body tensed up with the need to come for him, with him. Sarah turned her face into her pillow to muffle her groans as she tightened around her thrusting, gliding fingers, over and over again. And still it wasn’t enough; still, she wanted him.

His s****l confidence hadn’t surprised her, but his humor and thoughtfulness had. His mastery of her body had been expected, but his careful handling of it hadn’t been. The man was everything that she’d thought he would be – and nothing at all what she’d thought he was. Jax unlocked parts of herself that she’d never known were there, and he made her want to do wild, wicked things. Dark things, things that shouldn’t ever see the light of day. Jax was a surprise, a mystery, a fantasy. A gift.

My God. Saturday can’t get here fast enough.