Damn. Well, obviously we weren't under attack, but now I felt dirty. Jax always made me feel that way. There was just always something in his eyes when he looked at me that made me want to go wash. Glaring at Jax, I quipped sarcastically. "Sugar, your eyes couldn't handle the dazzle."
As the words slipped past my lips, I felt a presence slide up behind me and knew exactly who it was.
"What you think, S? Gun and panties, or gun and nothin'?" Jax asked.
Satan remained silent, but the others continued their banter.
"What you bet? Will he say gun and panties or gun and nothin?" One asked.
Another followed, his voice filled with laughter. "Oh, definitely gun and panties. S likes a little mystery, you know? To wonder, does she got a landing strip or bare muff?"
Laughter filled the room,
