Page 100 of Tattooed Love

Placing a hand on my back, he pushed me back gently into the carpet, holding both of my hands up above my head; his thick hand trapped both of my wrists up.

“What are you doing?” I frowned, as he leaned on his side beside me. “Jax, look at me.”

But he didn’t. His eyes were raking my stomach. I watched as his eyes trailed up and down the scar, the scar that I was embarrassed to show anyone, but here I lay on display, for him.

“You’re ashamed of it,” he mumbled and his finger reached out to trace it. I wiggled under his grasp, trying to stop him. “Stop that,” he said, and slapped my stomach lightly.

“Then stop touching it,” I snapped. “You don’t have to.”

He lowered his head to my stomach, threw a leg over my waist and straddled me. Slowly, he lowered his mouth to the base of one of my scar lines. He kissed it, before he slowly traced his tongue up the line and then did the same on the other side.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed. I wanted to touch him, but my wrists were still held under his hand. “I know seeing that mark isn’t exactly a turn on.”

“This scar…” Jax pulled up and kneeled, his hand brushed across a faded thick scar line on his hip. “Your brother gave me this, and Cole doesn’t let me forget it.” He grunted. “This one,” he turned slightly and I saw the long line down his side. “Pub fight,” he added, “And the ones on my back, well it comes with the club I guess.”

“Yours are scars, not marks.”

“You wear the scars, Amber, don’t let the scars wear you.” He lowered his head back to my flat stomach and placed a soft kiss in the middle. “Don’t shy away from me again.”

“But…”

“But nothing!” He arched an eyebrow at me. “Now shut up… girlfriend.”

I chuckled and couldn’t stop grinning. “I think I like the sound of that.”

Letting go of my wrists, his hands went to work on my body. He slowly kissed along the waist band of my shorts, and I felt his fingers slowly undo the bow.

Slowly, he pulled my shorts down. The smirk on his defined jawline only made me want to drive my lips back to his red, moist mouth.

He dragged my black panties down my thighs, his eyes full of admiration. I reached forward, undid his belt, and pushed his jeans down his hips.

“Impatient babe?” Jax smirked, while he unclipped my bra, and slowly pulled the straps down my arms. He hurled it to the side.

And then he looked down at me with an expression I had never seen on a man’s face before. Blake didn’t even look at me the way Jax was looking at me right now.

I frowned “What’s with the look?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.

“You’re beautiful Amber.” The words just spilled out of his mouth.

My frown hardened. “No I’m not.” I knew I didn’t even come close to the women he was used too. He was used to models and pornstars. And I was, well, just me - a scarred and tattooed wreck.

His expression tightened. “You are.” And he lowered his lips to mine. “And now, completely mine.”

Just as he said that, he thrust into me, making a gasp escape my lips. As if he was proving to the world that I was his now, and his alone.

Jax never claimed any woman, but, right now, as he took me, I had a strong feeling he was making a point to me; that I was his.

“God, you’re tight,” he groaned in my ear as he pulled back and then thrust again.

“What’s that meant to mean?” I gasped,my nails accidentally digging into his back tattoos, ashe thrust deeper into me.

“Nothing,” he muttered in my ear, and his hands gripped my lower waist and threaded my legs around his waist. He pulled me from the ground; he moved inside me, causing me to bite my tongue. “Don’t hold it back babe,” he chuckled in my ear, and I pulled back slightly to see his smirk.

“Where are we going?” I gritted my teeth as he pushed up inside me; he began to walk up the stair case.

Jax nibbled the base of my earlobe. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll take care of you soon.”

“You could be taking care of me now.”

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