JAX (The Beckett Boys, Book Two) by Olivia Chase Page B

don’t go bar hopping a lot, I didn’t have any good suggestions…except Outlaws. So here we are.
    Jax doesn’t take his eyes off me the entire time we walk to the bar. The heat in his eyes is potent, makes my skin shiver.
    I can tell he’s thinking about going down on me, and my whole body is on fire. Because I’m thinking about it too, have been since it happened, and I want it to happen again. Plus, I didn’t get to make him come—after we laid in bed and talked for a while, he pressed a sweet kiss to my head and left.
    I know he wanted more, but he didn’t push me for it. Why? He seemed to enjoy me tasting him. He was super hard in my mouth. So why not finish it?
    It’s a question that’s plagued me ever since.
    Dianna sidles up to the bar. Gives Jax a bold look. “Hi.”
    “Hi.” His reply is warm, but he keeps shooting me glances. “What can I get you lovely ladies?”
    “Something good to slide down our throats,” Jennifer says, giving a husky laugh. I know she’s just being her usual flirty self, but it sets my teeth on edge.
    I never told them about Jax for multiple reasons. Now I’m thinking I should have. Because I couldn’t deal with either of them coming on to him. It’s ridiculous to think, but I can’t help but imagine him as mine, at least in some capacity.
    Hell, his mouth has been on my most intimate spot. No one else has been there before—that should give me a little bit of ownership, right?
    Jax smirks at our group and shuffles over to grab a bunch of liquor, shaking and stirring and muddling and pouring. He presents three glasses of dark pink drinks in front of us. “I whipped up rum runners for you guys. They’re strong and good and guaranteed to make you smile.”
    When we go to dig money out of our purses, he waves us off.
    “This round is on the house. I’m just glad to see you, Brooklyn.” Finally, words directed right at me, and there’s so much warmth and intimacy that it makes me flush.
    Dianna and Jennifer, drinks in hand, shoot me shocked looks. Cat’s out of the bag now—of course, I figured I’d have to tell them at some point tonight. They recover fast. “Thanks,” Dianna says to him.
    We head over to a standup table.
    “Okay, you’re going to tell us what’s going on, right?” Jennifer asks, pushing a blond strand of hair behind her ear.
    I give a heavy sigh. I don’t really want to talk about it all—partly because I’m afraid if I do, I’m going to give away how conflicted I feel. But I need to say something. So I explain how my cousin married his brother, and how we’ve gone out since then. It’s a little bit of a stretch to call what we’ve done “going out,” but it’s the closest thing I’ve got besides admitting that he’s licked my pussy in my dorm room bed.
    Dianna gives me a long look, remaining silent. “I’m surprised,” she finally says. “He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy you normally date.”
    “He’s not. It’s not that serious, of course.” Because I already know Jax, and nothing about him is serious. I’m not foolish enough to hope for more. “It was just a one-time encounter.”
    I say that, and I act like it was nothing, but I know I’m lying. Because part of me wants to believe he thinks I’m special, too. That I’m different. That I’m worth more than a casual one-off fling. He’ll never want anything other than that though, despite the little piece of my heart that keeps remembering how we dropped those walls in bed. How he revealed vulnerable parts of himself to me. I may be innocent, but I’m decent at reading people. Jax was sharing his genuine self.
    “He’s cute, I’ll give you that,” Dianna says with a sidelong glance to Jax. He’s talking up a couple of customers, and looking at him makes me feel both swoony and aroused. Reminds me of how those hands, how that mouth, felt on my naked body.
    Why can’t I stop thinking about it? Maybe because it was so intense and amazing and deep down I