King Asshole

Of course, one down side to living with him was that she realized how much of an asshole men could be. The late-night slamming of doors and shouting. Also, he stopped her from getting laid.

“Please, that asshole didn’t deserve you. I know for a fact he’s a giant one.”

“How do you know?”

“Simple, it takes one to know one, and I’ve never denied being anything other than an asshole. You can do better than that. Your lasagna deserved better.”

She couldn’t help but smile. Jax did like her cooking.

“Are you good to shower on your own?”

“Absolutely. Unless you want to jump in here and make me feel better by sucking me off.”

She shook her head and headed toward the door.

“If you’re that desperate to get laid, Dani, I’ll take one for the team with you.”

“Wow, now I feel like a sport that you cannot deny.” She grabbed the soiled clothes.

She was heading toward the door when she thought better of leaving him. If, for whatever reason, he slipped, banged his head, and died, she’d never forgive herself.

Heading back into the bathroom, she took a seat on the toilet and waited for him to be done.

She didn’t even know why she cared.

The shower turned off seconds later, and she waited as he put a towel around his waist and then opened up the shower.

“You’re still here.”

“Yeah, imagine how sad I was at the thought of you falling to your death.”

“That’s because you’d totally miss me, roomie.”

As he got out, she saw he was a little unbalanced. Quickly getting to her feet, she helped to support him, putting her arms around his waist.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

He used her for support. “I’m not used to this.”

She glanced up when she heard the anger in his voice. He was gritting his teeth, looking mightily pissed off with himself.

“What’s the problem?”

“I don’t like being like this. Having to ask for help or needing any help.”

“Look, it’s fine. We all get sick.”

“Not me. I never get sick.”

“I hate to break it to you, Jax. You’re not getting any younger. You’re going to get sick.” They started to walk toward his bedroom.

“The thing is though, I can’t handle that. I won’t. I don’t want any help.”

“You want me to let you go.”

“Fuck no. I’ll fall.”

She held him just a little tighter.

“Maybe this is why men settle down with women. It’s not just about the same pussy but they think about the future. About needing someone.”

“Totally. That’s all they think about. A future where they’re going to need a woman. It has nothing to do with love or wanting to be with that person for the rest of their life.” She chuckled as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

He was actually really heavy.

Hands on hips, she smiled at him.

“All done. You think you can get dressed?”

He placed a hand to his head and flopped down.

“Oh, the pain. It’s killing me. I don’t know how I’m going to do the basic essentials like dress or cook.”

“Jax, you don’t cook anyway.”

“I do.”

“Throwing noodles in a bowl with water and putting them in the microwave is not cooking. Nor is ordering from any takeout place and then serving on plates.”

“I pay for it, so technically I cook.”

She moved toward his drawers and opened the top one. Grabbing a pair of boxer briefs, she saw he only possessed black ones.

Pulling the towel from around him, he let out a gasp and cupped his junk.

“Believe me, I’ve seen a dick before. Plenty of them, actually.”

“You’re not some simpering virgin?”

“Nope, that sailed a long time ago.”

“Huh, you strike me as the kind of gal that would save it for the right man.”

She lifted up the boxers and raised a brow at him. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, you seem like a good girl. Two jobs, cooking, cleaning, doing laundry. When I think about it, it’s like having my very own wife just without any of the perks.”

She chuckled. “Yeah, well it would seem that I get all aspects of having a husband, and I don’t even get bad sex. Besides, Jax, you wouldn’t be able to handle me.”

“Handle you what?”

“I am dynamite in bed.” She winked at him.

Was it her, or did his eyes seem to dilate at that thought? It didn’t matter. Jax was not in her life for anything other than being a good roomie.

She wasn’t going to ruin this by giving him a test drive. Besides, she was never aroused around him.

Maybe it was all the women that he brought home that really put her off. He was a slut of the highest order.

Not that she could judge. She’d fucked her fair share of guys since moving away from home. She happened to love sex.

A lot of it.

It’s why she had a certain hobby that made Jax’s apartment that little bit more appealing.