VAL’S POV
I didn't move an inch. Even with Jax's arms wrapped tight around my waist and his hot breath lingering against my ear, I just leaned back into him, resting my head against his shoulder.
I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of pulling away first, hell no!
"Is that a promise, Vice President?" I murmured, turning my face just enough to catch his dark blue eyes.
Jax let out a low, rough chuckle. He uncurled his arms from my middle, stepping off the heavy leather seat and stretching his broad shoulders.
"Get off my bike, Val," he smirked, tossing his gloves onto the tool bench. "You're getting grease on the paint."
"I built the damn paint job!" I yelled, swinging my leg over the saddle and stomping right after him into the garage bay.
“And even if I get grease on the pai
