Jax wasn’t able to identify the emotion rising in his chest right away, but he knew it didn’t feel good. As he stared down at her heavily-made-up face, he was able to give a name to the feeling: disgust. Not for Raylene – because despite being amazingly hot, she gave off an air of desperation that he’d never noticed before, and that made him feel a bit sorry for her. No, the disgust was all for himself.
Fuck me. This is all I’ve ever been good for, huh? Banging a chick in my office, having her suck my d**k. I’m a f*****g mess.
He thought about Sarah now. Sarah standing in front of him tonight, touching his chest and shoulders gently, with wonder and awe. Sarah kissing him, so sweet and hot. Sarah wrapped in his arms, coming for him, trusting him to make her feel good. And in this moment
