“You’ve changed too,” she murmured hoarsely, openly staring at my bald head.
When I got to the city after our fight, I took a razor to my hair once and for all. Simple as that. It didn’t take long to adjust to my new look, and it definitely helped that Mum ensured I had a good-shaped head as a baby. I also immediately noticed a shift in women who approached me; ones wanting a good time and nothing more. I’d long lost count of the number of times I’d been propositioned. And yeah, I accepted some, while gracefully declining others.
I snapped from the past when a swift backhand hit my chest, and I focused on the world’s most perfectly shaped ass walking away from me. Judging by the number of heads turning in the room, I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed Jax’s presence.
Grabbing the tray of drinks and scowling at a couple of the pervs, I stalked after her.
“There he is! Welcome home, brother!” Darren announced when I arrived at the table. He stepped around Callie and pulled me into a manly embrace, complete with hard back slaps.
I laughed. “How’s it going, man?”
“Good, brother, good. I see you found J,” Daz murmured and cocked a brow.
“Yep.” I widened my eyes to implyFuck yes I did!
Our exchange was hijacked by Callie busting in and giving me a welcoming hug. Lauren followed suit, then the new guy shook my hand while she introduced him as her sex-fiend boyfriend.
The circle grew quiet and all eyes, including mine, turned expectantly to Jax. She sipped her wine while casually scoping out the men in the bar.
“Jax!” Darren barked, making her jump.
Damn, if looks could kill; the glare she gave him would have burnt the ass off an antelope.
“What?”
“You gonna welcome our brother home? You haven’t said a single word.”
She scoffed. “I said hi at the bar.”
“Did you, though?”
Jax eyes narrowed dangerously. “Yeah.”
“I call bullshit. C’mon, get over here and start the process.” Darren beckoned her over and wouldn’t relent.
With an annoyed huff and deliberate slowness that had me shifting my weight from foot to foot, she set her glass on the table. Her glare cut from Darren to me and didn’t leave mine as she confidently stepped forward and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Tight.
I took the bait. Circling my arms around her and splaying my fingers wide so I could touch as much of her bare flesh as possible, I picked her up and spun her around before setting her back on her feet. When she stepped away from my body, I immediately felt the loss where her perky tits had crushed against my chest. My palms begged to run over her smooth back again and the lingering scent of coconut and lime hair products made my mouth water.
“Happy?” she snapped at Darren and flipped him off.
He fired back a quick retort in Spanish I hadn’t heard before, making it impossible for me to decipher. Judging by Jax’s expression, it wasn’t pleasant.
Jax downed her wine and slammed the empty glass onto the table with more force than necessary. Lozza followed suit, tossing back her wine in one guzzle, then announced that she was getting another round. After memorising everyone’s request, she sauntered to the bar.
It appeared like the girls were gearing up for a big night, so I needed to speak with Jax alone before she got too smashed.
There was enough small talk to fill the space between Lozza leaving and Lozza returning with a drink in hand. The barman was hot on her heels with a tray of drinks, not spilling a single drop as he wove his way through the crowd with the tray raised high. He set it down on the table and unloaded each drink, putting an extra flourish into Jax’s wine. My big brother instincts kicked into overdrive at the same time Darren bristled beside me.
Oh, hell the fuck no, he was not hitting on her!
And was that…?Did Jax just give him the eye?
Oh, hell the fuck no, she did not just flirt with the bastard.
“Jax!” I barked.“You and me, outside.Now!”I picked up both our drinks and headed for the door, throwing an added threat over my shoulder. “I’ll be back to carry you if your ass isn’t outside by the time these glasses hit a tabletop.”
I didn’t bother holding back a grin when I heard the telltale click of high heels angrily storming after me. It sounded like Jax was marching into battle, and it sure as hell felt like it.