JAX (The Beckett Boys #2) - Olivia Chase Page 0,30
his warm breath and the caress of his mouth on me makes me hot all over. “You’re good at putting me in my place, darling.”
“Someone has to,” I say. “Otherwise, your ego might get too big.”
Dianna and Jennifer don’t say anything, just watch the exchange. I can feel their eyes boring through me. I’m so going to get the third degree about this later. But right now, I can’t seem to care.
Jax is here, and he’s touching me, and it’s where I most want to be.
“Ever poured drinks before?” he asks suddenly.
I blink and pull back. “Um, no?”
His smile is so bright it makes my heart hurt. Oh God, this guy is so damn cute and endearing. I want to bottle that smile and carry it with me. He grabs my hand. “Come on. I’ll show you how it’s done.”
For the next half hour, Jax keeps me close and shows me how to make cocktails, pour beer from the tap, and work the customers. I absorb his lessons quickly—I have to admit, being behind the bar makes me feel special, not like just another girl he’s messed around with. Surely this isn’t a usual thing for him? The looks a couple of other girls are giving me indicate it isn’t.
Every time he passes by me to pour a drink, or he guides me to where I can find the appropriate liquor to do the pouring myself, his hand is on me. And every time he touches me, my desire for him ramps up.
With each passing minute, my whole body is more on edge, my nipples hard, my lower belly tight. He brushes behind me, and I can feel his hard length pressed along my body. He’s obviously turned on too, which just makes me more aroused.
“You’re doing amazing,” he murmurs in my ear. I can hear the smile in his voice, and my body responds. I want to please him, have him touch me more. God, the things he does to me. It’s insane.
“You’re not a bad teacher.” He hasn’t been—he’s been patient and fun, and I’ve actually enjoyed learning more about what he does and how he does it. It’s also given me a little more respect for him. Taking care of customers isn’t an easy task. Make that dozens of thirsty, needy, and drunk people, and things get more difficult.
Yet he stays patient, right on top of things.
Jax is a natural with people. No wonder everyone is drawn to him the way I am. When he looks at you, you feel like you’re the only one in his circle of existence. It’s heady, intoxicating. I find myself wanting him to keep looking at me like that, as pathetic as it sounds.
“Jax!” a guy at the bar yells. He’s burly with a massive red beard. His tattoos cover almost every exposed part of his body. He doesn’t look at me at all. “Fucker, do a shot with me.”
Jax laughs. “In a minute, man.” He goes back to pouring beer for an older woman in a tight T-shirt. She doesn’t take her eyes off him—you’d think he was pouring liquid gold on his body from the way she’s staring. Either she thinks he’s hot, or she really wants that beer.
When she gets the drink, she sighs and swallows almost half of it down, then burps. The men around her laugh. Well, I guess that answers that.
“Jax!” the red-bearded guy yells louder. “Stop being a fuckface and let’s do a shot.”
“Fine, fine!” Jax holds up his hands. “Our usual?” He grabs several shot glasses and pours generous amounts of vodka in them. Hands one to me.
“No, I’m good,” I say, waving it off. I’m the designated driver for the evening—I don’t want to be wasted.
“One shot, darling.” He gives me a wink.
“Nah, you drink it for me.”
He tilts his head and downs the shot almost before I can finish my sentence. “Fuck yes, the burn,” he bellows, and the people at the bar yell back at him. It’s evident they love him. Know him way better than I do.
I feel like an outsider looking in, standing behind the bar useless now. My earlier intimacy with him is gone as I watch Jax pound several shots in a row. He jumps on top of the bar and starts kicking glasses off the surface, and the crowd bursts into laughter and applause.
“Outlaws!” Jax says, spreading his arms wide, his eyes closed and face tilted toward the ceiling. “If you’re proud to be wild,