Jax doesn't do anything in half measures, "he smiled. "Making us even. You wanted higher stakes. Here it is." He ripped back the leather flaps, exposing himself. I cupped my hand over my mouth, shocked. The treasure trail I’d followed earlier continued down his pelvis, fading into a patch of neatly-groomed pubic hair set above a massive c*** that hung halfway down his thigh." He's quite protective of his woman, "that I didn’t throw a harder one," he growled, his hand making a fist. "I wish I’d broken his effing face after what he put you through." I liked this book I loved Jax.
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