Chapter 23: Only in the Bedroom
“I know what you’re thinking,” Jax said behind the wheel of his Hummer, driving us through the March cold to his house on Gregor Avenue in a posh part of the city, Hamdon Court.
“I highly doubt you know what I’m thinking.” I stared at the snowflakes blowing against the Hummer’s windshield.
“You’re thinking I’m a w***e and easy, especially with Thomas Sady.”
“I’m not thinking that. He’s a good-looking guy. A stud. A jock. The guy is probably good in bed, has a huge c**k, and knows what to do with a man.”
“I have some explaining to do,” he said, riding along the Ohio River, following a line of traffic.
“You don’t. We’re not boyfriends, and we’re not dating. I have my life, and you have yours. We both have pasts. Yours just happens to be with a hot quarte
