The Reaper Prince

Chapter Six

     I awoke the next morning with a naked Jax laying in the bed beside me. Did we...? My head began to pound as flashes from the night before came to my mind. I remember Jax sitting me on the bar... Then we had a few more drinks... After that was just a blur. Jax continued to sleep as I got out of the bed and headed for a shower. As I let the water wash away all the sweat and dirt from the night before, the door opened. "Hello?" I asked whoever was in the room. Jax then stepped into the shower, throwing me into the conversation I had been trying to avoid. "What the hell happened?" There was a tone of concern in his words as he stared at my scar. "A few years ago I was working for some gang. Mostly taking apart cars they had stolen. Well one day the owner of one of the cars showed up. When he saw me standing there amongst his car in various parts, scattered all around me." My body started trembling as I told Jax what he did. "He told me that my looks were the reason he let me live. But he wanted to make sure that other men would be repulsed at the sight of my naked body." Jax pulled me into his body, holding me close. "Did we have sex last night?" He laughed at my question. "No, doll. We were drinking and we did come close but I think my subconscious knew it wasn't the right time." He smiled as he tilted my head up to face him. His mouth instantly found mine, his hands explored every inch of my body. Before I knew it, he pinned me in the corner of the shower, lifting my legs to wrap around his waist. My hands could stop from feeling all his chiseled muscles flexing as his erect member struggled to squeeze into me. Those kegels really paid off. A moan escaped his throat as he entered me completely, with each thrust growing harder and faster it was as if we were starving for more of each other. When we both reached our climax he tried to pull away, but I needed to feel him finish inside me. "Please? I need it." It was like a beg but the grin on his face told me he wanted it too. As he thrusted three more times, each deeper than the last, we finished at the same moment. Just staying in the same position afterwards, trying to catch our breath. That's what I was MISSING? That was probably THE hottest sex I've ever had in my life. He kissed me one last time before getting out of the shower.

       As I worked through the day at T.M. I couldn't help but just keep thinking about simply the best shower I've ever experienced. "What do you have planned for the weekend Max?" I shook the image from my head, trying to concentrate on Gemma's question. "Probably just going to look around for a place to stay. You?" Gemma paused for a moment to think "Oh, you know. The usual ol' lady stuff." She said with a smile. "Good luck on the house hunt." She finished before leaving for the day. As the sun began to set and everyone headed out for the weekend, I decided to work late on a stack of paper work. When I had finished the overly large stack of papers, I decided I might as well sleep one last night in the clubhouse. I walked in the room to see an empty bed, and a note on the side table with a joint sitting on top. After getting into my usual bed attire I lit the joint before I reading the note.

Max,
   Don't wait up for me, I'll be back late. Sleep well sweetheart.

        Jackson

     "Of course he's going to be out late. When is he not?" I said to myself as I took another drag. It was hard for me to fall asleep as I continued to run through the past week in my head. Wow, a lot has changed in so little time. Maybe I'm getting in too deep here. All of a sudden the door swung open and a tall, drunk, lumberjack of a man stood in the doorway looking confused. "Where's Jax?" His deep voice rumbled through the room. "Hey Ope. You alright?" Jax's voice was undeniably unique. He had walked in not too long after Opie. "Yeah brother. Just didn't want to hear Donna yell at me tonight. I told her I was coming back, she was not too happy." Even though he was drunk, we both could decipher his speech. A few minutes later Jax had Opie sleeping in one of the spare rooms, then proceeded to literally pass out next to me in the bed. I don't care if this lasts another five hours or five hundred years, I'm hooked. And damnit is that hook deep!