Free Saving Jax by Ramona Gray Page A

to compensate for.”
    She blushed furiously and his grin widened.  “You’re adorable when you blush, butterfly.  Besides, I bought this car for its reliability and safety.”
    She laughed.  “Of course you did.  It does seem very reliable.”
    “What’s your address, butterfly?”
    “My car is parked at Court’s place.”  She recited the address and tried to calm her racing nerves as Jax drove.  The interior of the car was small and Jax was a big man.  His arm brushed against hers and a tingle of excitement went through her.  She ignored it.  She was acting like a teenager with a ridiculous crush.  She needed a night with Jax like she needed another hole in her head.
    You should give him road head.
    Her eyes widened, her face flamed, and she shot the errant thought out of her head like a bullet.  Christ, she was losing it.
    He’d like it.  You’d definitely like it.  Be wild and crazy, Thomas.
    She swallowed thickly and stared blindly out the window.  She was absolutely, positively not going to reach over and undo Jax’s pants.  She wouldn’t lean down and slide that thick cock into her mouth while he wrapped his hand in her hair and urged her to suck harder.
    Her eyes flickered to his crotch and to her absolute horror she could feel her nipples hardening as a slow burn of need started in her belly.
    Thomas!  Get it the fuck together!!
    “Melanie?”
    Sucking a stranger’s cock was absolutely, positively, not something that girls like her did. 
    “Melanie?  Are you alright?”
    She gave Jax a blank look.  “I’m sorry, what?”
    “Are you okay?”
    “Uh, yes.  Why?”
    “You look like you’re going to punch something.”
    He reached over and took her hand.  It was clenched into a tight fist and he soothed it open with his long fingers before squeezing it gently.  She tugged her hand free of his grip.  If he kept touching her, even innocently, she really would lose all control and give him goddamn road head. 
    “I’m fine.  Just, uh, thinking.”
    “About what?”
    About sucking on that delicious cock of yours.
    “How you started working for Jimmy Golden.”
    There was silence in the car.  She wasn’t surprised.  Jax didn’t strike her as the kind of man who willingly shared personal information and he had already made it clear what he was interested in from her.
    “When I was nine, my parents died in a car accident.”
    She studied him in the dim light of the car.  “I’m very sorry.”
    He nodded, “My mother had a sister.  She took me in.”
    “That was kind of her.”
    He laughed bitterly.  “She was a drug addict.  She didn’t give a shit about me, and I spent the next three years afraid and nearly starving to death.”
    “Oh, Jax.”  She gave him an empathetic look and, without thinking about it, reached out and took his hand.  She held it tightly as he stared woodenly out the windshield.
    “When I was twelve, I tried to steal some food from the convenience store near my aunt’s apartment.  I – I hadn’t eaten for a few days, she had spent all of the money on drugs, and I was starving.  At the time, Mr. Golden owned a string of convenience stores.  He happened to be at that particular one when I was caught stealing.”
    She squeezed his hand again as he continued.  “I can only imagine what he thought when I was dragged into the back room.  I was filthy, skinny, and terrified that I would go to juvie for what I had done.  Mr. Golden sent everyone out of the room and told me to sit.  He had a big plate of food just sitting in front of him on the desk – fried chicken and this heaping mound of potatoes – and I was nearly drooling from the smell of it.”
    He stopped at a traffic light.  “Mr. Golden pushed the plate of food across the desk and told me to eat.  I just stared at him, sure it was some kind of trick, and he told me again to eat.  So I did.  And it was the best fucking meal of my life.  When I was done, Mr. Golden