Page 136 of Tattooed Love

I stormed out of the clubhouse; the heat and anger in the room was suffocating. I couldn’t let them think they had a right to tell me what to do. The Shield boys had to be brought back in line and it was going to be a challenge.

I let the clubhouse door slam shut. We had more important things to worry about than my dating life, like finding the fuckwit that tried to kill us the other night.

I straddled the black beast and kicked her to life. Nothing like a long ride to clear the mind, although knowing Amber was sleeping, half-naked, made me want to make a detour.

Amber

Ever wanted to just hide from the world? Pull the covers up and pretend that you have disappeared from the world? I don’t usually, but today that was exactly what I wanted to do, because I didn’t want to have to face today.

Did I think something would happen today? Well, no, not really. I just simply did not want to get up because, right now, everything was how I liked it. One could say it was perfect.

I finally had Jax, and although I would never admit it to a living soul, I really had deep feelings for the guy. It was an overwhelming, gut wrenching, bring me to my knees sort of love.

“Amber, get out of bed alright?” Jax said as he pushed me again, and I clenched the blankets around me tighter.

“NO!” my voice was muffled under the blankets “Just come back to bed.”

“Don’t make me pull you out!” I heard the snigger in his voice.

“Do it and you’re dead.”

Jax went silent and I knew that only meant one thing - trouble for me. “Jax?” A few more minutes passed and I tried to listen for movement, but there was nothing.

I squealed when the blankets were suddenly ripped off, my grip not having a chance against his.

“I hate you!” I flipped over onto my back and glared up at him.

“School; leaving in ten minutes.” Smirking, his eyes raked my body. “Better put some more clothes on too.”

“PERV!” I threw a pillow in his direction. He easily walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

I groaned loudly. Looks like I would be facing the day after all.

***

I always believed that whatever I did didn’t really matter. Like no-one really cared; boy had I been wrong.

“That’s it.” I slammed my locker shut. “Get away from me.”

Jax rolled his eyes at me, and took the books from my hand. “Amber, get over it.”

“I’ll get over it when people stop staring at us!” I shot a dirty look at the girls across the hall that were eyeballing us. “Seriously, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Who said they are staring at you?” Jax smirked at me, “They are just checking me out.”

“Yeah, couldn’t get a tight enough t-shirt?” I glanced up and down his body again. I swear that black t-shirt was just designed to define each of his rather well-crafted abnormal muscles, and to tease the hell out of me.

Jax moved in closer, his lips just touching my ear lobe. “Don’t worry Amber, you can take it off tonight.”

I whacked his arm immediately. “Please! As if your body is all I think about.”

“So, what were you enjoying last night?”

“Just shut it,” I hissed under my breath. “They will hear you, and that won’t help anything, will it?”

Jax sniggered. “Come on, give me your hand.”

I pulled it quickly behind my back, away from him “No.” I was sick of people staring at us. For God’s sake, had they never seen a couple before?

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