The Reaper Prince

Chapter Two

     As sirens wailed in the distance and were growing louder. "I kinda need your answer quick darlin'. Cops are closing in." Jax stated as he waved to his departing group. He then climbed onto his motorcycle, quickly placing his helmet on his head. "So are you in or out?" He asked as he extended a hand. I didn't even think before I was on the back of his bike flying down a country road. I could feel his muscles as my arms wrapped around his body, squeezing tighter on every turn. Each time I squeezed his torso I felt his hand on top of mine, almost like he was trying to comfort me. God he smells so good. His scent invaded my nose with each breath I took. It took us all of 20 minutes to get to our destination and what turned out to be my new place of employment. Jax didn't give me much of a tour, he just showed me his room in the clubhouse. Which then turned into our shared room. "I don't stay here very often. I usually stay at home but if you have any questions please let me know." Jax's voice was sincere and low. I looked down at my dirty clothes and realized that everything I own was at the junkyard. "I forgot to grab my stuff from the junkyard. Would it be alright if I took a quick shower?" Without a word he stood from the bed and grabbed a clean shirt from a nearby dresser and handed it to me.

     I have to admit when I got out of the shower and put on his oversized tee shirt, I had hoped he would be waiting on the bed for me but that wasn't the case. In fact I only found a note with a fresh pack of cigarettes and a Zippo lighter. The note read: 'Max, sorry to leave you so soon. I'll be back before you wake up. Get some rest, doll. Jax.'
After drying my hair with a towel I decided to lay in the bed and have a cigarette. I stared up at the ceiling, thinking about all that had transpired over the past hour and a half. When I put my cigarette out I looked at the clock noticing the late hour. He isn't coming back tonight.

    I didn't sleep much that night, just tossing and turning. Every time my nose hit his pillow the scent of his skin filled my lungs, making my mouth water. The next morning I woke up to find Jax sitting at the end on the bed in a chair. Was he watching me sleep? When our eyes met he smiled from ear to ear. I had forgotten that I was wearing his tee shirt with black panties underneath, and I happen to sleep with nothing covering my legs. I quickly sat up in the bed. "Mornin'." His husky voice was so pleasant to hear. "You sleep well?" He asked me with the grin never leaving his face. It was contagious as I returned a shy smile and nodded. After Jax chuckled aloud, he stood to his feet and grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet and sending me into his rock hard chest. His bare arms caught me before I could fall to the floor. I felt his hand under chin, urging me to look him in the eyes. Our lips were mere inches apart but before they could touch there was a knock at the door. "Jax? Are you in here?" A woman walked through the door looking around the room. She looked me up and down before asking Jax to step into the hall. "Mother, this is Max. She's going to be staying here for a while. She's a mechanic but I told her that she could help you with your job." Jax looked a bit irritated at his mother's prying questions. "Nice to meet you Miss...?" I extended my hand politely to shake her hand. She looked at Jax before eventually shaking my hand. "You can call me Gemma." She said as she narrowed her eyes. "You need something to wear sweetheart?" Gemma asked after looking me over. I just nodded in response. That's when Jax headed for the door but not before whispering in my ear. "I'll see you tonight. Please wait up for me?" He sounded hopeful but didn't wait for my response before leaving. Oh I will definitely wait up to see you. Gemma had found me some clean jeans and a button up shirt. "Thank you Gemma." I had said to her as I followed her through the clubhouse and into her car. "No problem sweetheart." She responded nonchalantly before starting the cars engine and driving down the road. "Where are we going?" I asked her, I never dreamt I would have heard the response I did. "We have to go check on Wendy, Jax's soon to be ex-wife...junk whore is probably using while she's pregnant." Gemma spoke as if it wouldn't surprise her. Of course the perfect guy is married with a child on the way. Just my luck.