They slipped through the multiple bodies, the crowd parting just enough for Jax to lead the way, his hand possessive on Elena's lower back, fingers pressing into the curve of her spine like he owned every inch of her. The stranger, tall, broad-shouldered, with those scarred knuckles that screamed rough edges, trailed close behind.
His fingers grazed her ass again as they moved, deliberate now, dipping lower to brush the hem of her dress, sending electric jolts straight to her c**t. Elena's breath hitched, her p***y clenching at the tease, already so wet she could feel the slickness coating her inner thighs with every step.
The bar's back room was tucked behind a black door marked "Private," the kind of place where deals went down or, more likely, clothes came off. Jax shoved it open wit
