shower door because she couldn’t seem to find the energy or strength to turn and leave the room. Shit! She wanted to tear her eyes away from Jax’s beautiful body but she couldn’t.
Jax was so enthralled by his shower that he didn’t know she was even there staring at him which was perfectly fine with her. He couldn’t know because he wouldn’t have wrapped his hand around his cock then brushed his thumb over the large mushroom head.
Chapter Eighteen
Biting her bottom lip, Sahara watched in awe as Jax pleasured himself making a pool of moisture rush into her already soaked panties. Her eyes darted back up to Jax’s handsome face watching his jaw visibly tense as he got lost in what he was doing.
Tossing his head back, Jax opened his mouth and Sahara’s heart skipped a beat as her eyes laid on a perfect set of vicious looking white fangs. Fangs!
What in the hell! Sahara’s mind struggled to understand what her eyes were seeing. Jax had fangs .
“Oh my God,” Sahara shrieked as her fear set in. “Why are there fangs in your mouth?”
As her terrified screams echoed in the bathroom, Jax’s head suddenly spun in her direction. Her eyes locked with his shocked ones before she turned and made a mad dash out of the bathroom.
Her heart pounded in her chest like a trapped bird as Sahara raced for Jax’s bedroom door; she had to get out of here before Jax caught up with her. He was crazy! She couldn’t stay in here with him. She had to get completely out of the house and some place safe before he could catch her.
Sahara’s hand was about to reach for the door handle. It was right within her grasp before her body was spun around and pressed against the wall by Jax’s wet one.
Shit! He had her!
What in the fuck was he going to do with her! She had to get away from him! He was out of his mind.
“Let go of me,” she screamed struggling against Jax.
She had to get away from him. He was supposed to be protecting her from her stalker, but he could be the one stalking her for all she knew. She hadn’t gotten any new threats since Jax had moved into the house. Her uncle Frank could have been wrong about Jax wanting to protect her. He could be the one trying to harm her.
He had damn fangs like he thought he was a vampire. What in the hell was wrong with him? A person with all of their marbles wouldn’t have fake teeth in their mouth.
“Sahara! Fuck! Stop screaming!” Jax snapped, his voice deeper than usual as his bare chest brushed over the t-shirt she was wearing.
“Have you lost your mind?” she snapped. “You have damn fangs! Let go of me!” Sahara tried to shove Jax away from her. All she had to do was get to a phone and call the police. They would help her. She only had to find a way to get Jax off of her.
“Sahara, you aren’t going to call the police,” he said in a low voice. “Sweetheart, just calm down. I promise you that I’m not going to hurt you. I could never do that. You need to believe me.”
Her stomach clenched tight from fear as a panic like she’d never known before welled in her throat. How in the hell did Jax know what she was thinking?
Oh God!
Maybe she was losing her mind. She’d landed a crazy stalker out of nowhere and now she was going to lose her mind as the icing on the top of an already horrible cake. She blinked back tears of despair as they pooled in her eyes.
“Please don’t cry. It’s going to be all right. I need to tell you something,” Jax said, running the back of his hand down the side of her cheek. “After you hear this, everything will make a little more sense to you or at least I hope things will become a little clearer.”
“I don’t want to hear it,” Sahara whispered, desperate to get away. “How about you let me leave your bedroom and I’ll forget about seeing you wearing those fangs? I swear I won’t tell anyone about them. Just let me go. I’ll just tell Uncle Frank you got called to do a more important job than mine.
Jax was so enthralled by his shower that he didn’t know she was even there staring at him which was perfectly fine with her. He couldn’t know because he wouldn’t have wrapped his hand around his cock then brushed his thumb over the large mushroom head.
Chapter Eighteen
Biting her bottom lip, Sahara watched in awe as Jax pleasured himself making a pool of moisture rush into her already soaked panties. Her eyes darted back up to Jax’s handsome face watching his jaw visibly tense as he got lost in what he was doing.
Tossing his head back, Jax opened his mouth and Sahara’s heart skipped a beat as her eyes laid on a perfect set of vicious looking white fangs. Fangs!
What in the hell! Sahara’s mind struggled to understand what her eyes were seeing. Jax had fangs .
“Oh my God,” Sahara shrieked as her fear set in. “Why are there fangs in your mouth?”
As her terrified screams echoed in the bathroom, Jax’s head suddenly spun in her direction. Her eyes locked with his shocked ones before she turned and made a mad dash out of the bathroom.
Her heart pounded in her chest like a trapped bird as Sahara raced for Jax’s bedroom door; she had to get out of here before Jax caught up with her. He was crazy! She couldn’t stay in here with him. She had to get completely out of the house and some place safe before he could catch her.
Sahara’s hand was about to reach for the door handle. It was right within her grasp before her body was spun around and pressed against the wall by Jax’s wet one.
Shit! He had her!
What in the fuck was he going to do with her! She had to get away from him! He was out of his mind.
“Let go of me,” she screamed struggling against Jax.
She had to get away from him. He was supposed to be protecting her from her stalker, but he could be the one stalking her for all she knew. She hadn’t gotten any new threats since Jax had moved into the house. Her uncle Frank could have been wrong about Jax wanting to protect her. He could be the one trying to harm her.
He had damn fangs like he thought he was a vampire. What in the hell was wrong with him? A person with all of their marbles wouldn’t have fake teeth in their mouth.
“Sahara! Fuck! Stop screaming!” Jax snapped, his voice deeper than usual as his bare chest brushed over the t-shirt she was wearing.
“Have you lost your mind?” she snapped. “You have damn fangs! Let go of me!” Sahara tried to shove Jax away from her. All she had to do was get to a phone and call the police. They would help her. She only had to find a way to get Jax off of her.
“Sahara, you aren’t going to call the police,” he said in a low voice. “Sweetheart, just calm down. I promise you that I’m not going to hurt you. I could never do that. You need to believe me.”
Her stomach clenched tight from fear as a panic like she’d never known before welled in her throat. How in the hell did Jax know what she was thinking?
Oh God!
Maybe she was losing her mind. She’d landed a crazy stalker out of nowhere and now she was going to lose her mind as the icing on the top of an already horrible cake. She blinked back tears of despair as they pooled in her eyes.
“Please don’t cry. It’s going to be all right. I need to tell you something,” Jax said, running the back of his hand down the side of her cheek. “After you hear this, everything will make a little more sense to you or at least I hope things will become a little clearer.”
“I don’t want to hear it,” Sahara whispered, desperate to get away. “How about you let me leave your bedroom and I’ll forget about seeing you wearing those fangs? I swear I won’t tell anyone about them. Just let me go. I’ll just tell Uncle Frank you got called to do a more important job than mine.
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