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eyes widen.
    “You stayed with Jax?” Rusty asks.
    “On the couch, nothing happened,” I grumble. “Is there any coffee?”
    “Sure lass, on the counter.”
    “Thanks.” I murmur, with a sly grin.
    I pour myself a coffee and then ask where Jax is. They tell me he is outside hanging out the washing. I laugh, snorting some coffee over the countertop. The pirates roar with laughter.
    “My god, a pirate doing washing.”
    I walk out, still laughing but pause when I catch sight of the view. The scene is perfect. The sun is beaming down over the clothesline and there is Jax, with only his jeans on, reaching up and pegging a sheet. I feel my body heat when I see the way his back moves, the way his muscles pull under his skin. I feel hot, sweaty, and my heart begins to throb. I am falling for this man; I know it now more than ever. With a bundle of confidence after last night, I walk over and slide my arms around his waist. He stiffens for a long moment, and then relaxes.
    “Hey mate.” He says, not moving from his position.
    I press a kiss to his back and trail my fingers up and down the taut skin of his abdomen. When I rest my cheek against the back of his shoulder, his skin is warm and soft. He has a unique smell, one of his very own. It is a Jax smell and its mind blowing. I think it is his deodorant, mixed with natural male pheromones.
    “I have seen it all, a pirate doing washing.”
    He chuckles and I feel it rumble through his back onto my cheek. Finally, he stops and turns, not breaking my hold until he is facing me. He puts a wicked kiss on my lips, which leaves me breathless.
    “I do have to do normal things, you know.”
    “Hey Jax, oh my god, is that a bike?” I cry, having lost my concentration when I see a bike leaning against the pub. It is just an old yellow and blue dirt bike, but my heart quickens. How I have longed to ride a bike all these years.
    He turns, glances at the bike and grins. “Wanna ride, baby girl?”
    “Really?” I shriek.
    “Come on.”
    He leads me over and then pulls the bike from the wall. I watch him climb on and start it up.
    “Get on.”
    “In this?” I ask, looking down at his oversized t-shirt and my small shorts.
    “I won’t kill you, come on.”
    “You have no shirt on.”
    He winks at me. “More excuse for you to have a feel, now jump on.”
    I do so, climbing on behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist.
    “Hold on.” He yells, before twisting his hand and gunning the bike forward.
    I scream at the power and the way my body thrusts forward onto his. He skids off; rocks flick out from behind us. He is quick and skilled as he zooms down the dirt road behind the pub. I laugh and grip him tighter as he speeds up. Nothing could make me feel better; I am free, like a bird. Nothing in this moment could ruin the magical relief that washes through me; not even fear for my life at the speed Jax is going. After an hour or so of zooming about, he pulls up at a small stream. I blink and leap off the bike, rushing over to the crystal clear water.
    “Oh. It’s beautiful, how did you find this?” I ask, dropping to my knees and running my hands through the stream.
    He kneels beside me and puts his fingers in the water.
    “I found it one afternoon when I went riding. I have never seen anyone here.”
    I can feel his eyes on me, and suddenly, I feel nervous. I know what he wants. I can feel the pressure. When he leans forward and edges my legs apart with his hand, I freeze.
    “Jax, no…”
    He makes an angry sound, somewhat like a growl, and pulls back.
    “Nobody is around.
    “I am not ready.”
    “Well, I am not waiting any longer. I am a man Jade, and I don’t wait for women, you know that.”
    Anger flares inside me. “So you’re just going to have sex with somebody else, because I am not ready this quickly?”
    He shrugs. “I am not going to force you, but I am not going to wait either.”
    “That’s all this is about to you, isn’t it? Sex? If that