The room smelled of s*x. That was the main point of these rooms, of course, and Jax had taken advantage of their availability more than once. So had the boys. So had everyone. The cleaning women changed the sheets every morning, and beyond that, Jax had never given a single thought to hygiene, or cleanliness, or anything else. He’d been sucked and f****d on these beds and sofas, without any concern for anything except getting off.
Now, though, the idea of setting an injured woman down on a bed where God-only-knows-who had been doing God-only-knows-what, probably not even ten minutes earlier, made his skin crawl. He’d promised Sarah he was going to take care of her, and he guessed that included not setting her down in a f*****g petri dish.
Mac was switching on the lights and moving aroun
