He staggered down the hallway to the crash rooms, and saw one of the doors was half-open. Sure enough, Raylene was in there. He slammed the door behind him, and her eyes flashed.
“You got some pent-up tension there, Jax?”
“You could say that.”
“How do you want to relieve it?” she said.
“Come over here,” he said roughly. “Down on your knees.”
She came eagerly, and he undid his belt buckle, unzipped his jeans. She reached for his c**k, looked a bit surprised when she saw his complete lack of arousal.
She tipped her head back. “You need some help?”
Jax closed his eyes. The thought of anyone but Sarah touching him made him feel physically sick. God, he missed her, everything about her, but he couldn’t be with her. And in this moment, that hard, bleak truth snapped his heart clean in h
