Page 89 of Tattooed Love

I couldn’t believe Cole had the ability to just turn of his threatning tone like that. The voice he just used sounded so light and carefree.

“Night.” Jax’s voice wasn’t as forgiving.

Would he keep his word? I knew Jax wasn’t an angel, but for my brother to even think he was too dangerous for me had me thinking. I bit my bottom lip. Was Jax really that bad?

I heard the door close, and slowly returned to my feet. Jax was glaring at the ground, his arms crossed tightly, his face murderous. How had Cole threatened that face, when it had the ability to look like that?

“Jax?”

Slowly, his eyes drifted up to mine. The only emotion I could get from him was anger - everything else was masked.

“It’s late,” he muttered, and then got up from his chair. “Night, Amber.”

He started moving through the recliners, but I was quick enough to block his exit, standing cross-armed in front of the door. He wasn’t avoiding me; I wouldn’t let him.

“What? Gone cold Jax?”

“Move, Amber.”

“Make me.”

“It’s late,” he grunted. “Stop being childish.”

“You weren’t ready for bed a few minutes ago. What? Did Cole scare you off?” I scoffed and shook my head.

“What do you want?” he narrowed his eyes. “Because right now, I am half hungover and don’t have time to deal with your shit.”

My glare dropped; in fact I think my whole face dropped. My ‘shit’; that was what he had called it. His voice was hard and snappy, and I felt my confidence fall a few notches.

“Fine. Night.” I flung around, pushed the door open, and stormed up the hallway. One minute he’s sweet, the next seductive, and then BANG, Mr Jerkface was back.

“Amber, wait!” He hissed behind me in a low voice. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

Oh yeah Jax, because what you just said could be taken so many other ways, I scoffed to myself. I felt him reach out for me, but I was too quick for him; I fled up the stairs. His footsteps were not as light as mine, and when I made it to the top, I darted off in the direction of my room.

Bloody Jax. He’d give anyone a headache.

Closing my door softly, I was finally in the clear. He wouldn’t have the guts to come in here; not after Cole had threatened him.

I turned away, but was forced to whip my head back around when the door burst open and he stormed in with an annoyed expression on his face. He closed the door.

“Really? You thought a door would keep me out?” he grunted before walking to my bed, and taking his top off.

“Is there a reason you are taking your top off?” I flicked my hair out of my eyes, trying not to let my voice quiver with desire. “Last time I checked, this wasn’t your room, plus, didn’t my brother mention something about ripping your balls off if you slept with me?”

“It was cutting my balls off,” Jax corrected, hurling his jeans to the floor. He casually lay back in my bed in his boxers. “Do I look like I am scared of your brother?”

“You should be,” I said, crossing my arms. “Is that why you are in here? To prove that you aren’t scared of him?”

Jax’s smirk stumped me; in fact, it startled me! His eyes glinted with mischief as he placed his hands behind his head. Wasn’t he dying of a hangover earlier?

It was an act. Big surprise.

“No. I’m here to prove I’m better than my brother,” he stated matter of factly.

I opened my mouth and then closed it. My mouth formed an O when I understood what he meant, and I couldn’t help the blush that crept across my cheeks.

I was only more embarrassed when Jax chuckled at my shock. His pendulum-like behavior was taking a toll on me; it was like he wasn’t sure what he wanted, and it showed when it came to me.

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