Chapter 4 PLAYING WITH DANGER

MAYA’S POV

The guys all cleared their throats at once, looking anywhere but at us. "Right... we'll... we'll be right outside," Marcus muttered, quickly heading for the door with the rest of the crew.

Jax stared at me for a beat, then pointed down the hall toward a door on the right.

"This house is quite strange to me, and I get easily scared," I said, batting my eyelashes at him playfully.

"I'll wait outside the door," Jax said coldly.

"I won't mind if you come in too," I teased with a wink.

Jax said nothing. He just turned and walked toward the room, I followed right behind him. He held the door open for me, and I stepped inside.

I reached into the shopping bag and pulled out the outfit and gasped loudly. "This boy is nasty!"

It was a pair of ultra-tight leather shorts that barely covered the cheeks, paired with a plunging black crop top. It was sexy, incredibly revealing, but definitely fit for a motorcycle ride.

I was about to step out and tell Jax I couldn't wear something this exposed, but then I stopped myself. Wait... this might actually help in seducing him. Plus, if he's busy staring at my chest, maybe he'll forget about breaking legs.

I giggled to myself, quickly stripping out of my dress. I pulled on the tight leather shorts and zipped up the cropped top.

I walked out,  Jax was leaning against the hallway wall. As soon as the door opened, his eyes raked over my body. I could have sworn his sharp gaze lingered for a solid second on my deep cleavage.

A sudden wave of panic hit me. I think I'm doing too much. Do I look like a honeytrap sent by a rival club right now? If he thinks I'm trying to distract him, I'm dead!

Jax didn't say a single word. He just turned and walked away toward the exit. I quickly followed behind him, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird.

When we stepped outside into the night air, the rest of the guys let out a collective whistle.

Leo grinned, shaking his head. "I won't lie, Maya, I think you wear that better than my babe ever could!"

"Amen to that!" the rest of the boys hollered in unison.

I felt a sudden rush of heat in my cheeks. I shyly tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Y'all are so sweet."

"Let's go," Jax commanded, his dark voice shutting down the noise instantly.

They all walked over to their bikes, roaring the engines to life. The thunderous sound shook the ground beneath my feet. I walked straight past the other guys toward Jax, who was already mounted on his massive, blacked-out motorcycle.

The moment I stepped toward him, the whole yard went dead silent.

"Maya, come and ride on mine," Marcus called out quickly over the roar of his engine. "Jax doesn't take girls on his bike. Especially that particular one."

"Oh," I said, stopping in my tracks. I turned around to walk toward Marcus's bike, relief washing over me. Riding with the Captain felt a little too dangerous for my poor heart anyway.

"Get on," Jax's deep voice growled over the engine.

Oh my God! Somebody pinch me. Am I special already?!

"Woah!" all the boys shouted at once, their jaws dropping in unison.

Leo shook his head, looking completely stunned as he looked between me and Jax. "I swear, I've never gotten this many surprises in one single day before! First a girl walks in, and now the Captain is actually carrying her on his bike?"

Jax ignored them, staring straight ahead through the dark visor of his helmet. I just giggled to myself, stepping over the back of the massive black motorcycle. As I settled onto the leather seat right behind him, the tight shorts rode up my thighs slightly, exposing even more skin to the cool night air.

"Hold tight," Jax commanded, his deep voice sounding dark and low over the sudden, thundering rumble of his engine.

Hold tight? Oh man, I'm going to hold tighter than you can ever imagine. This…could be the best entry for my story and I'm definitely going to make it worth it.

I wrapped my arms around his broad waist, resting my hands lightly against his rock-hard abdomen.

The rest of the club members revved their engines, and with a deafening collective roar, they tore out of the gravel yard first, their headlights cutting through the darkness. Jax took off right behind them with incredible speed.

At first, I was genuinely terrified. The sudden, violent burst of acceleration made my head spin with dizziness. The wind slammed into us like a solid wall. Since I didn't have a helmet on, the icy air whipped my long hair everywhere and hit my face directly. My eyes watered uncontrollably, my eyelashes batting rapidly against the fierce gales as I struggled to keep them open.

I tightened my grip around Jax's waist. I ducked my head low, pressing my forehead directly against his sharp spine as I breathed heavily against his leather vest.

A second later, I felt the bike ease up just a fraction. Jax was slowing down slightly, bringing us down to a more manageable pace. I wasn't entirely sure if he actually noticed how uncomfortable I was, but I was insanely grateful for the slight drop in speed.

Feeling a little bolder now that my heart rate was slowing down, I decided it was time to shift my position. I slid my hands up from his waist, moving them higher until my palms pressed flat against his thick, broad chest. I rubbed my hands over his muscle through his t-shirt, pressing into his pecs until my fingers grazed his nipples.

They were rock-hard under the thin black fabric, probably from a mix of the freezing night air and pure adrenaline. And maybe me.

"What are you doing?" Jax asked, his voice cutting clearly through the roaring wind.

"How long did it take you to build this kind of muscle?" I shouted back over the engine noise, sliding my hands over his broad frame without an ounce of shame. "You feel like a solid block of concrete."

Jax didn't answer. He just kept his eyes on the winding road ahead. I continued rubbing his chest, a subtle, confident smirk spreading across my face. He's definitely going to fold soon, I thought to myself, feeling quite proud of my seductive skills. Men are so easy to win over.

Since he wasn't saying anything to explicitly stop me, I decided to pull a crazy move.

I reached up, lightly pinching his nipple through the shirt while leaning forward to breathe right against the warm, exposed skin of his neck.

The heavy motorcycle suddenly wobbled violently. Jax's hand faltered on the handlebars for a split second before he yanked the bike back into control with sheer physical strength.

"If you want us both to die tonight, keep that up," he growled out, his voice tighter and darker than a coiled spring.

I chuckled softly against his throat, not feeling intimidated in the slightest. "You won't let us die, will you? You're the Captain."

Another sudden gust of wind hit us, and a sharp shiver ran through my entire body. My teeth almost chattered together. I instantly regretted picking this tiny outfit, though it wasn't like I had much of a choice in the first place considering my floral dress was completely useless for a bike ride.

"I'm sorry, but I really need a bit of warmth," I whispered into his ear.

Without waiting for his permission, I grabbed the hem of Jax's black t-shirt, pulled it up slightly, and buried my cold hands underneath the soft fabric. I placed my bare palms flat against his warm, smooth skin, pressing them right onto his bare chest.

"You don't mind, do you?" I asked innocently, wiggling my fingers against his abs to steal some heat.

Gosh…I'm killing this, my readers will eat it up! Eleanor, get ready to be wowed. I see my future, and it's bright!

Jax stayed completely silent, his chest rising and falling heavily under my touch. His whole torso was burning hot compared to the freezing night air.

Just then, a massive wave of icy air swept over us as we crossed a long bridge over a river down below. Because there was no way I could have worn a bra with my original dress, I was totally braless under this extremely thin crop top.

The sudden icy draft hit my chest, and my nipples hardened instantly, pressing tight and firm through the thin cloth right against Jax's bare back.

The muscles in Jax's back instantly went rigid as a rock, and he froze up completely.

oh oh…that wasn't a part of the plan.

"Fuck," he grunted out loud, his voice raspy and strained.