The Scars Of Us

CHAPTER 22

"It's not a nice place! The last two times you came you were almost attacked!" Jax said while punching the weighted bag hanging from the horizontal beam. 

I stood there with my arms crossed firmly, standing my ground, "I'm coming. I'll bring a group of friends and I won't leave them. Bring Lucas if you're so worried and I'll stick with him!"

Jax groaned, "No! I don't want you in a place like that again. Theres too many sleezy guys there and all their gonna do is imagine you naked."

I groaned in annoyance, "You don't even know that! They'll be too distracted from the fight!"

Jax stops punching and gives me a hard stare, "I'm a guy, Milly. Trust me I know."

"No you don't!" I shouted. 

"I do because that's what I imagine too and I don't want any other bastard doing the same."

I felt my cheeks heat up in a bright colour, "You don't need to talk like that," I said with a more shy voice. 

Jax chuckles, "Well it's true. I haven't seen you naked yet so all I have is my imagination."

For the past two months Jax hasn't let me anywhere near his boxing fights. I ask every week if I could go and every time without fail he says no. He keeps saying it wasn't safe. He doesn't like guys hitting on me, but I have a feeling there was something else as well. 

I released a defeated sigh, "I don't like it when you come back to me as if you've run a marathon, you're always complaining about how you're muscles are always sore and you have bruises on you're ribs. I don't like that look on you, Jax."

He stands there staring and his eyes soon melt into a softness. He sighs and approaches me, "Oh Milly." He circles his arms around my waist and pulls me into his embrace, "I hear what you're saying and I understand. I need to do some compromising don't I?"

I smirked and rest my hands over his chest, "Yes you do."

"Hmmm..." Jax looks down at me in wonder, "I don't want you coming to this one."

I frowned, "Jax I-"

"But," He interrupted with a raised brow, "You can come soon. There will be an event coming up and I'll want you there."

I sighed, "I don't like this." I admitted. 

He smiles and kisses my forehead, "I know, baby. But just know that things are gonna change for the better."

I nodded my head  in understanding. I wanted to ask if there was anything else he wanted to tell me, but I didn't. I've already pestered him enough with my begging. I stood on my tippy toes and raise my head toward his. He smiles down at me and leans in kissing me. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. He tightens his hold and lifts me up. I immediately wrap my legs around his waist. 

Our soft lips dance together in a passionate movement, causing my senses to be overwhelmed this feeling of a steamy desire. As our kiss becomes more desperate, Jax moves us and leans me against a wall. Through his gym shorts I felt something stiff against my core. I was wearing sports legging so the feeling of his hardness was very prominent between my legs. My fingers racked through his hair as my hips automatically began to roll against his. 

Through his laboured breaths he groans deeply, "Milly you're killing me baby." His own hips began to grind against me, making me feel this warm gush between my thighs. But he suddenly separate our lips. I look up at him, his eyes dark with desire, "We have to stop or else I won't have the strength to if we keep going."

I gulped and nodded my head breathlessly. He slowly lets me down to the ground, my body sliding against his. 

I looks down at me and smiles, but it does not reach his eyes. He leans in and kisses my forehead, "I'm gonna go have a shower. Wait here. I'll be quick." And without another word nor a glance, he leaves for the mens showers.