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“Don’t say that,” I shot back. Turning back towards Jax. Yet again, he refused to let me ignore him. “I’m happy when I’m with Xav.”

“Yeah, right.” Jax snorted again. If he did it once more, I’d punch him in the nose. “Good, old Xav. The guy who keeps asking you to tell him what you want.”

“Don’t be a dick.”

“I’m not being a dick. I’m just saying how I see it. You’ve got one guy who keeps having to ask you what you want, and another guy that only satisfies you when he’s got a second cock inside you doing all the work.”

“You guys okay up there?” Xavier called from the back of the bus.

“Fine. Jax is just being Jax.”

We’d reached the outskirts of Meringa. If Jax had wanted us to reconnect, he’d failed. If he’d wanted to talk his way into my bed, he’d failed.

If I’d wanted a reason to ignore him, I’d failed. Jax remained the same son of a bitch, messing with my head, that he’d been before. I suddenly craved the comfort and loving arms of Chase. A bath, massage and a slow, leisurely roll around the sheets. With or without Xavier.

“Think you can live without your woman for an hour?” Jax called to Xavier as he pulled into the carpark at the back of the pub.

“That wasn’t the rule.”

“Yeah, the rule was you had to be involved. But that was before she left you and I found her. New rules.”

“Tell me what you want?” Xavier asked me, but for the first time it wasn’t about how I wanted him to fuck him. He genuinely wanted to know whether to leave me with Jax. I looked to Jax, his jaw set and Adam’s apple twitching. Our conversation wasn’t over. Not by a long stretch.

“Give us an hour.”

“Are you sure? Why?”

“Because Jax is being an absolute tool. He’s been a bastard and I need to clear the air.”

“Are you gonna try and fuck her?” Xavier looked to Jax.

“If I want to, there’ll be no trying about it.”

“Maybe we can take the bus for a drive with Devon, later?” Xavier asked, looking towards the back of the bus. Hooks still attached, ready for the ties.

“Let’s give Devon’s hand another day to heal. I’ll be inside in an hour, okay?”

I tried not to let Xavier’s kiss get to me. More for show than for undressing my body. The slam of the bus door signaled more than being home.

“So, just you and me, baby girl.”

“I’m not your baby anything.”

“Okay, but I don’t like your name.”

“You what? It’s my name.” Only Xavier knew it wasn’t, and even he didn’t know the truth.

“It doesn’t sound good on my tongue.” Jax studied me while I tried to hold my nerve. Not allow him to see how much I wanted to stop talking and start, well kissing would be good.

“Lolita.” Jax said definitively. “Yes, Lolita.”

“Why?”

“Because it rolls off the tongue, and every time I say it I want you to imagine my tongue wrapped around your pussy. I want you to imagine me fucking you with my tongue. I might even put the ring in just for you. Have you ever been licked out with a tongue ring?”

“Jax!” I’d never even kissed a man with a tongue ring before, but now the front seat of the bus smelt of what the idea did to me.

“I’m gonna lick you out until you swear you’ll never let another man touch you.”

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