Page 92 of Tattooed Love

Blushing, I pulled the hem of my top up; it wasn’t like I’d pulled it down on purpose. Annoyed, I got up from the bar stool and walked out, casually brushing Jax’s hand away as he went to hold my hand behind me.

“Amber,” Jax growled behind me, as I took long strides away from the pub and him.

I was flinging my arms at my side as I walked, determined and embarrassed. Geez, Jax. He really knew how to talk to a woman. I gritted my teeth.

Jax caught my hand and pulled me up short, twisting me around to face him.

“Don’t walk away from me.”

“Don’t talk me like that then!” I narrowed my eyes. “Seriously Jax, what do you want? What was the point of this ‘ride’ you wanted me to come on with you today?”

“I thought you might want to get out of the house,” he said calmly, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s not a big deal.”

“I ran away from you last night, remember that?” I arched both eyebrows.

“I’m not making you be with me,” he barked, his jaw clenched tightly and his lips pressed into a firm line.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

His expression still remained the same, and I had the feeling I had already done the damage. Sighing, I let my head drop slightly and I glared at his feet. “I didn’t mean it like that, you know that.” I gritted my teeth, I hated being seen as weak or needy.

“Come on,” Jax said, letting go of my hand. I glanced at him as he walked towards his bike.

Had I stuffed this up? What was I even thinking; there wasn’t an ‘us.’ Running a hand through my hair, I took the helmet he handed me. Without looking at me, he straddled his bike and shielded his eyes with those sunnies I was beginning to hate.

I placed a hand on his shoulder and threw my leg over, pushing myself back a bit so my chest wasn’t pressed into his back, and I wasn’t clinging to him like a Koala.

I placed both hands on his side, lightly. The engine roared to life, and I noticed the way people wouldn’t look in our direction.

Jax placed a foot on each side of the bike, and took his hands off the hand bars. I frowned for a second, before he placed his hands on mine and pulled them around his waist, pulling me into his back at the same time.

He seemed pleased by this, and he placed his hand back on the handlebar and revved the bike, pulling us away from the curb. I couldn’t stop smiling; he’d kept one hand covering mine, on his waist.

We were slowly going up the middle of the road, not caring that we were getting dirty looks from each side. At least the street was wide.

Jax pulled his hand away from mine and placed it back on the handlebar, gripping the brakes. Seeing the light green ahead, Jax revved the bike to the max, and we fled up the street.

I squealed slightly at the surprise increase in pace, and I heard him chuckle. I tightened my grip around him. I caught his expression in the side mirror and stared at his smug expression.

Laughing, I leaned my head back and enjoyed the air whipping around me. I did notice the 60km sign as we passed it, doing close to 100.

I should’ve been scared, but I wasn’t.

Because I trusted Jax.

***

“Not again,” Jax groaned. “Seriously Amber, why?”

“Because I know you hate it,” I smirked, placing the DVD in the player.

Jax gave me a mock hurt look. “This is the treatment I get after riding around with you all afternoon?”

“You loved having me on the back; don’t make it sound like a chore,” I teased, scooping up the remote and flying into the couch next to him. Sitting on my knees, I watched him cross his arms grumpily and glare across at the TV.

“Come on Jax, don’t be grumpy,” I teased, and poked his arm. “We all know you love Grease.”

Jax shot me a blank expression, but I saw something flash in eyes, before he turned around on the couch and, reaching out for the remote, stole it from me.

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