9LucianaI stood at the counter. The stovetop next to me was hot, the pan with the bacon in it sizzling and occasionally splattering grease back up at me. I had eggs going, too, and there was toast I wasn’t paying attention to. When I finally caught it, it was already half burnt. “s**t!” I said in annoyance, already a little frayed from last night. We hadn’t gotten much sleep last night after Bills had busted in, announcing there’d been a prowler lurking just outside the house.
The memory of it all made me shudder. It had been awful.
But not everything about that night had been awful. The s*x, of course, had been amazing. Jax had always been a good lay and last night was no exception. I’d had girls, the bikers’ old ladies, tell me I couldn’t really know if he was that good or not because
