SCARLETT POV
After our little heart to heart, we headed back to the King's clubhouse. I greeted Buddy, who was looking at Jax like if he made one wrong move he would rip his limbs from his body. It made me laugh. I headed to the bar, giving the bartender, Stacey, a small smile as she slid me my regular.
"Rough night, doll?" she must have noticed the sullen expression on my face.
"You could say that." I downed my drink in one go, sliding the glass back to her. As she was pouring my next drink, I felt someone sit beside me. I saw Stacey's eyes go wide and she straightened up a bit, putting on her best smile. I knew it had to be Jax.
"Can I get you anything, honey?"
"Jack and coke. Make it a double." I looked at him and saw that he was giving her his signature smirk, sending jealousy running through my body. I grabbed my drink and moved to where Buddy was playing pool. He handed me a cue, nodding at where Jax was talking to Stacey.
"Please give me a reason to beat his ass." His voice was gruff and I laughed, lightly hitting his arm. He smiled and moved to make his shot.
"He's alright, Buddy."
"He hurts you, I kill him. Same thing goes for any of you fuckers." He called out pointing at the other guys, making me laugh loudly. I followed his eyes back to where Jax was still at the bar, his hand running up Stacey's arm now. I had an urge to rip it out of its socket. I grabbed the bottle of whiskey that was sitting by the pool table, chugging some and then holding it out to Buddy. He smiled and took a drink, knowing exactly where this night was going.
An hour later and we had kicked off our shoes, hopping up on the pool table and using the cues as microphones. We were singing Led Zeppelin, Buddy dropping to his knees to play the air guitar. The guys were cheering us on. I looked around, subconsciously looking for a familiar pair of green eyes, only to find he was MIA and so was Stacey. I ignored the stab in my chest and drank some more, waiting for my mind to go blank.
I awoke to Buddy flicking my nose, telling me I should probably go to bed. I realized I had fallen asleep on the pool table and my back was destroyed. I groaned and went back to my room, not bothering to turn on the lights as I pulled my dress down and threw my body into bed. I was getting comfy when I heard a groan come from next to me, making me jump out of the bed and land on my ass. I groaned in pain.
"Scar?" Jax's voice was husky, setting a fire in the pit of my stomach.
"Jax? What the fuck are you doing in my bed?"
"I didn't know where else to sleep." He said sheepishly and I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"There's a great couch downstairs. Super comfy, you'll love it." I got up and began pulling his arm, trying to drag him out of my bed and making him groan.
"No. I'm comfy here." I sighed deeply and moved to grab a shirt and a blanket so I could sleep on the couch, but he tugged his arm that I was holding on to, making me tumble into the bed and land with my face in his chest. He moved so I was pressed against him, his arms wrapping around me. The warmth of his skin seeped into my own.
"What are you doing?" I choked out.
"Cuddling. Friends cuddle right?"
"NO. I mean I guess..." I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. "but no. Are you not wearing pants?"
"..." His lack of a snarky response was enough of an answer. Â I slapped the side of his head.
"OUT. NOW."
"I'M KIDDING. Jesus lady, I'm wearing my boxers. Are YOU wearing pants?" we both became very aware of the lack of clothing on each other. I could feel every part of his body on mine, the warmth of his smooth skin against mine and I knew he could feel the same. I could practically feel the air shift as he started to run his hands down my back, pulling me even closer. I pulled my face away from his chest, trying to look at him, but his hand moved to run his fingers through my hair.
"Jax..."
"Don't make it complicated, Scar. Just let me hold you." His voice was heavy with sleep. Despite my racing heart, his words made me feel calm and I felt my body melt into his. I moved so my face was in the crook of his neck, all my senses flooded with him; the way he smelled, the feeling of his skin, the sound of his breathing.
"Just for tonight." I mumbled against his skin, feeling sleep take over.
When I woke up I was in the same position, Jax's arms still around me, his skin still warm against mine.
I backed away from him in a rush, untangling our legs and jumping out of the bed. I ran my hands through my hair.
"Fuck, fuck, fu-"
"Well good morning to you too sweetheart." Jax called from the bed, his voice still laced with sleep. I groaned at the sight of him, his hair messy and his chest and torso on display. His boxers were low, showcasing the lines of his hips and making my breath get caught in my throat.
"Why did you come here last night? Weren't you with Stacey?" my eyes widened at the memory. "Please tell me you didn't fuck her in MY bed?!"
"You really think that lowly of me? Actually I fucked her in your bathroom. An honest mistake, I assure you." He grinned from the bed and I wanted to throw up.
"You're a sick fuck, Jax." I gave him a look with all the hatred I could muster up so early in the morning.
"If I'm not mistaken, is that...jealousy I hear?" he had gotten up from the bed now, stretching his arms above his head. Â I tried not to let the sight of his toned, tattoo covered torso get to my head.
"Don't be fucking ridiculous." I tried to brush it off, turning around and grabbing a shirt to cover myself.
"It's ok if you were, darlin'. I was goddamn jealous too, seeing the way that guy made you smile and laugh made me want to rip his fucking eyes out." he was behind me now, moving the hair away from my shoulder and letting his lips brush my neck as he spoke. I forced myself to bark out a laugh.
"Don't treat me like I'm stupid Jax. I've been around guys like you for my entire life, I know how you work. You love the chase almost as much as you love the fuck, but all it takes is a blonde bimbo with fake tits and a pussy to get you off. You just want me because you can't have me, and like you said I'm not worth getting into trouble with Val for. So just do me a favour and keep me the hell out of it." I moved away from him, but he pulled me back into his chest. I fought against him, wanting to get as far away from him as possible, but he held me close.
"Maybe you're right." I scoffed, ignoring the sinking feeling in my stomach and looked away from him, disappointment running through me. His hand gripped my chin, making me look into his eyes.
"But maybe I'm tired of this shit. Maybe I want this sexy as hell brunette who can put me in my place. The strongest girl I've met in my life. The girl who makes me feel shit I haven't felt since I was a goddamn teenager. The girl I can't get out of my goddamn head no matter how hard I try. I didn't mean it when I said you weren't worth it Scar because you're worth that and so much more." His voice was low, his eyes hooded as he looked down at me.
"Then why did you fuck her? In my goddamn bathroom of all places?"
"It was either that or lose my shit on the guy, and he's fucking huge." I laughed.
"Yeah, he would probably crush you with one hand."
"Thanks darlin', you really know how to make a man feel good about himself." He smiled down at me.
"Maybe I only fucked her to see how you would react." His voice was quiet, like he was ashamed to admit it. In that moment, I didn't know if I wanted to kiss him or punch him in the face.
"This isn't high school Jax. I'm not going to play these stupid games with you."
"Well then maybe you should tell me how you feel so I don't have to guess what the fuck you're thinking all the time."
Luckily someone started banging on my door, telling me one of the guys was waiting for me to do a back piece in the garage. I jumped away from Jax, putting as much distance between us as possible. I moved to the bathroom, grabbing all my toiletries and trying not to imagine Jax balls deep in another woman. I shook my head as I brushed passed him, pausing at the door.
"This doesn't change anything. Just clean the fucking bathroom Jax." I slammed the door in his face before he could say anything else.