Page 91 of Chaos

“You guys want a coffee or something?” I ask, bouncing Maeve up and down on my knee. Jax steps in front of me and lifts her up into his arms.

“You need to go get yourself ready, sweetheart,” he says with a mischievous grin. Running my hands through my hair, I already feel the heat spreading up my chest from the way he’s watching me.

“What for?”

I trail my gaze up his clothes and furrow my brows. He’s in his leather pants, boots, and a tight black tee.

“A date.”

He looks proud of himself. There is no way I could say no to that face.

I look over at Lara and Alexei, who are both grinning at Jax.

“I’m babysitting,” Lara confirms.

Alexei clears his throat. “We, you mean, no?”

She laughs. “No. I have no idea why you followed me here. I’m babysitting you and Maeve.”

He huffs, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, offering one out to Jax.

“I’m good,” Jax says, holding up his hand and shaking his head.

I stand and go up on my tiptoes, lightly brushing my fingers along the smooth leather on his thigh.

“Does this mean I finally get to ride the biker tonight?” I whisper.

As I push away, he chokes on a cough. I can't help but laugh at Jax's open mouthed expression while I make my way towards the stairs.

Holding on to Jax as tight as I can, now that we’ve been on the road for a few minutes, I’m way more relaxed. There is just something about seeing him on his bike, and being pressed up against him, that has me all kinds of turned on.

The roads are clear as we speed along. I slide my hand under his jacket and shirt, trailing my fingers along his abs, traveling south towards the hem of his tight riding pants.

Pushing my chest harder against his back, I start massaging his thigh.

“Unless you want us to crash, you gotta stop.” His voice comes through the speaker in my helmet.

He would never put me at risk. He’s just going to have to concentrate for me.

“Just keep your eyes on the road. Don’t tell me this isn’t a fantasy of yours?” I reply, working my way to the zipper and cupping his hard dick.

His groan comes through the headphones, which only spurs me on. He leans back, his hand gripping behind my knee, which gives me access to release him in the tight space and wrap my palm around him.

“This is a really fucking bad idea.” He trails off as I start pumping his cock a couple of times.

“A bad idea? Or a really, really hot one?” I tease.

“Both,” he grunts.

I can hear the frustration in his tone. I know it’s killing him, not being able to get to me. He can’t take his eyes off the road. Right now, he’s at my mercy. And it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.

“You’re being such a good boy.”

A growl escapes him. I can’t even miss it on the speaker and excitement rushes through me, thinking about what he’s going to do to me.

“As soon as we stop, you’re going to pay for this, sweetheart.”

I pump him harder, running my thumb over the tip to wipe up the pre-come.