Natural Attraction

by C L Green

  In fact, now that I’m almost sitting in his lap, it’s making me feel tense and I’m not sure I will be able to relax at all. I take a massive swig of my drink, perhaps strong alcohol will help.

  “Go easy there little girl. I don’t want you drunk on our first night together.” Jax says with a concerned note to his voice.

  I almost choke.

  What the fuck?

  He’s making it sound like we are expecting to sleep together.

  “You don’t think I’m going to sleep with you do you?” I choke out between coughs and splutters as I force the alcohol to slide down my now burning throat.

  I hear Jax start laughing as he removes his arm from around me to grab the remote control and start the movie. He fiddles about with a few buttons, adjusting settings and settles the remote in his lap. I swing to face his gorgeous eyes. He looks incredibly sexy while he laughs.

  “No Ash, I don’t. Well not unless you want to that is. I just don’t want you throwing up on my carpet halfway through the movie.”

  “Okay.” I sputter some more and then gather myself back together.

  That was awkward.

  The flat screen glows to life and the deep rumble of introduction music starts rolling from surround sound speakers scattered around the room. I take the opportunity to slide back in my seat and let the soft leather of the couch wrap around my back.

  I am barely settling when I feel Jax leaning across me, his closeness makes me catch my breath. I start to feel my temperature rising and my heart beat quickens.

  A second later I realize that he is fiddling about with something and I feel my seat recline.

  Disappointed, much.

  “Better?” He asks as he reclines his own seat and we both settle again to watch the movie.

  “Heaven actually.” I sigh, and I’m dead serious. This has to be the most comfortable couch I have ever sat on. There’s no way that gold class at the movies can even compare with the pure luxury of this reclining couch and the sound system rolling around my ears.

  I take another sip of my drink and feel myself starting to relax.

  This is nice, real nice. I take the opportunity to steal another sly look at Jax comfortably reclining next to me. Trying to look at him out of the corner of my eyes and soak in all his glory is highly distracting. After a while the constant strain on my eyes of looking sideways starts to give me a headache.

  I decide to try to focus on the movie. We are only at the scene where Nicholas Cage is talking to a bunch of kids about go-karting and I’m starting to feel a bit restless. Damn caffeine. A take a huge breath and try to relax myself. I’m in trouble, I need to fidget.

  Fidgeting during times of concentration is one of my worst habits. I fidget in meetings at work and I fidget during movies if I am not engrossed. Right now I am not engrossed because I am too interested in looking at Jax. I cannot concentrate when I am looking at Jax.

  There’s also another problem that is niggling and nipping at the back of my mind. The more I try to ignore it the worse it gets. I fidget a bit more but it all gets the better of me.

  “I’m going to need you to hand over the remote control.” I announce in a serious tone. One like you hear a cop use on the television asking a driver for ‘license and registration’.

  “Why?” Jax asks me casually.

  “Because I can’t watch this movie without full control of the remote control. It’s a deep psychosis developed during childhood as a member of a large family where I had no control over what we watched on television unless I held the remote. I’m sorry, but if you want us to watch this movie together, you are going to need to hand over the remote.”

  “What’s the point in that? You don’t know how to use it. Besides that, last time I looked, this was my house and my television. Being my house and my television, I drive the remote, not you.”

  I see one of his eye-brows lifting slightly as he continues to focus on the television.

  “An excellent point, but unless I am holding the remote, I don’t know what to do with my hand.”

  “You have a drink in your hand, isn’t that enough to keep it busy?” He asks with a small smirk.

  “No it is not. That’s only one hand. I need a drink in one hand and the remote in the other. Only then will all will be well. Both hands will feel like they have a job to do and I’ll be able to relax. Please just give me the remote and then we can focus on watching the movie.”

  I feel myself starting to tense up again and I know it can’t be good.

  Why won’t he just give me the remote? I start to tap my free hand on my leg, aware that it is a very annoying habit and one that I have often used in the past to get my own way.

  I see him turn to look at my hand thoughtfully and then he looks back up at the screen to resume watching the movie.

  I start tapping louder. Surely he’s going to get the point soon and just give in.

  “Are you ignoring me?” I ask annoyed, continuing my loud tapping and giving him my best impression of a death stare.

  I see his lips twitch slightly. “Yes.”

  “You know I’m serious about this don’t you.”

  Seriously, there is no way I am going to be able to function unless he gives me that remote. What is wrong with this guy, why not just hand the damned thing over?

  I take another huge swig of my drink and finish it in one go. Now I’m in even more trouble, my drink is finished so I have two free hands.

  I prop the empty glass carefully up on the empty seat next to me. Now finding my second hand unemployed, I start tapping that one on my other thigh too.

  I watch as Jax slowly turns and again spends some time looking at my busy hands before resuming his intensive study of the movie playing in front of us.

  Feeling my blood pressure rise, I become more agitated about being unable to control the movie going on in front of me. I start crossing and uncrossing my legs at regular intervals while tapping away furiously with my hands.

  “Please.” I decide to resort to begging.

  “No. Stop fidgeting and get over it.” Jax says calmly, not looking away from the screen. “Has anyone every told you you’re extroverted?”

  “No they haven’t and no I’m not, I’m an introvert, I like to spend time by myself.” I retort with acid in my tone.

  I’m getting towards boiling point and not too sure how much longer I can hold myself back from physically tackling him for the remote. If he didn’t have that drink in his hand I probably would. I reckon I can take him. I used to fight off three siblings to gain control of the remote, one mere male can’t be that hard.

  Why won’t the bastard just hand it over?

  I see Jax smiling as he takes a long swig from his drink and continues to watch the movie as he continues to ignore me.

  Asshole.

  “How do I unrecline this seat, I need to sit up straight,” I snap at him.

  “You don’t need to sit up straight Ash, just relax and calm down will you?”

  Well if he thinks that leaving me reclined is going to stop me taking him on for the remote he’s wrong. He really doesn’t know who he’s dealing with here and he won’t even see it coming.

  I watch him take a final swig on his drink and put the empty glass on the floor next to him.

  Well there goes his last line of defense. Watch out Mr.

  I stop my fidgeting and prepare my body to attack for the remote.

  Without hesitation I spring to action throwing one hand beneath my butt to push up off my seat while I throw my body forward. My other hand snakes out to make a grab for the remote in his lap.

  With the element of surprise on my side, I quickly feel my fingers brushing against the remote.

  I am about to snatch it off his lap when I feel a strong hand come down at lightning speed to clamp firmly around my wrist. I then find myself yanked straight past the remote.

  At the same time another arm comes around my back and before I know what is happening, I am fli
pped over, slammed into Jax’s lap with my arms crossed in front of me. Each of my wrists are captured by Jax’s massive hands and I am being held firmly in place.

  The remote is gone, to where I have no idea.

  Man he’s fast!

  In shock that my stealth attack has failed, I realize I am now sitting in a compromising position on Jax’s lap. I freeze up and consider my alternatives. Should I fight?

  “Don’t even think about it.” I hear Jax rumble against the side of my neck where his chin is now resting on my shoulder.

  How did he know?

  I decide that even though I am annoyed at failing my attack, I should acknowledge his excellent tackle skills.

  “You’re good,” I mumble quietly.

  “Two strong brothers and lots of play fighting,” he rumbles into my neck again.

  “Are you going to let me go?” I ask softly.

  “Nope.”

  I feel his thumbs start to circle gently against my wrists and small shots of electricity start shooting up each arm.

  “Okay.” I feel myself relaxing and calming down.

  Jax’s hard body beneath me feels warm and surprisingly comfortable. His thumbs gently swirling on my wrists distract me from any thoughts other than how comfortable I feel.

  I become acutely aware of his warm breath gently whispering against my neck. I sigh softly and relax against him, molding my body against his. It feels like I fit perfectly in his lap and between his arms. I feel like this is exactly where I need to be.

  All thoughts of the remote control and fidgeting forgotten as I feel my head gently rolling back to settle softly against his chest.

  The more I relax the more aware I become of his warm scent surrounding me and soon I can feel the gentle thud of his heart against my back. Between his thumbs gently circling against my wrists and the soft thud of his heart, I start to feel my breathing settle and my eyelids drooping.

  I try to focus on the television again and see that Angela Jolie is rolling out from under a car on a mechanic’s creeper cart looking superhot with dreadlocks. I wonder what I would look like with dreadlocks before my eyelids close and I fall asleep again.

  *****

  I awake to find myself in a strange bed, in a strange room, in a strange house.

  There is light filtering through a crack in a curtain in a window direct in front of my eyes. Panic rockets through my system as my brain clangs into gear trying to work out how I got here.

  As my mind slowly clears its night fog, I remember falling asleep in Jax’s arms the night before. I remember that I am at Jax’s house and I start to relax.

  Obviously I must have fallen asleep heavily and Jax has carried me to bed. He is getting good at carrying me around without waking me up.

  I feel movement behind me and feel a strong arm snake out to clamp around my chest. With one smooth movement, I am dragged backwards and a hard body presses firmly against my back. I take a sharp breath and stiffen in shock.

  What the fuck? He took me to bed with him?

  “Good morning,” Jax rumbles into the back of my head. His voice is crackling with that sexy just woken up sound.

  “Um… Good morning,” I whisper, not too sure what to think about my current situation.

  My mind starts racing. What am I supposed to do now? Should I just get up and get out of this awkward situation? I quickly assess that at least I am still wearing his shorts and t-shirt so that is all good.

  Unable to resist, I lift my hand and feel behind me to check that he remains dressed. Quickly skimming my fingers along his side and down to his hips, I assess that he has no shirt on. I also assess that by the feel of the band I can feel he still has at least a pair of boxers or pajama pants on.

  Relief floods me as. I am not too sure that I could handle having his fully naked, warm body pressed against my back. Feeling his strong smooth chest pressing hotly up against my back is already starting to take its toll.

  I feel his arm tighten around my chest and he pulls me even closer until I can feel his soft lips tickling against the back of my neck.

  “Am I overdressed?” He rumbles and a gentle flow of warm air tickles my hair.

  “I’m not sure. What are we doing?”

  I find myself still whispering.

  “Spooning,” he replies with another soft rumble.

  “I’ve never spooned,” I admit softly.

  And that is the truth. I haven’t. Of all the times I have woken up next to a guy after a bender, we were always well and truly segregated to our own opposite sides of the bed with as wide a gap as possible between us. Seemingly my subconscious has a strong sense of self-preservation that ensures I stay well away from guys in my sleep.

  “It’s nice,” he rumbles again.

  I have to agree, it is.

  “I’m glad to find out that spooning doesn’t require nudity.” I whisper again. Then decide to add, “I might try it again some time.”

  “Only if it’s with me,” his voice crackles softly against my neck.

  I feel myself go rigid.

  What the hell did that mean?

  That sounded possessive. How did I end up in bed with a guy, fully dressed and he is sounding possessive?

  “What?” I blurt as I start to feel a panic attack overtake my body.

  There is something very wrong with this situation.

  Weird thoughts of horror movies where woman are held against their wills by crazy rapists flash through my mind. My sense of self-preservation kicks in. It is time to fight and get myself free, something is definitely not right with this whole situation.

  Thank God I had told Jen I was staying the night. Surely she would call the police by tonight if I didn’t call her to let her know I was safely home.

  I start to twist forward against his strong arm, panic taking over fully. My breathing becomes erratic as I start to pull one of my knees forward with the thought of kicking backwards as hard as I can to take out his crown jewels. Perhaps I can give myself a small window of opportunity to escape. Even if I don’t manage to escape, at the very minimum I hope to make sure that this mother fucker never gets a stiff one again.

  In what feels like slow motion, I tense up my body and project all my energy to my leg to make sure that when it hits, it has all the force of my body behind it.

  I hear a muffled “Fuck!” Come from behind me and before I know what is happening, Jax has flipped me onto my back.

  He is now laid flat on top of me, both hands circling my wrists either side of my body and essentially pinning me to the bed. My back kick attempt has failed miserably.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” He growls with his deep rumble into my face as his eyes pierce direct in to mine.

  “Saving myself?” I whisper.

  “What the fuck from?” He asks, exasperation lacing his voice.

  “Um… You?” I squeak starting to realize that I may have overreacted just a titch.

  From what I can see in those gorgeous blue eyes staring at me intently, there is no deviousness there at all, just sleepy confusion laced with concern.

  “Jesus woman, that’s the weirdest reaction I’ve ever had from a woman waking up in my bed. What made you think you needed to save yourself?”

  His voice is much softer and gentler as he starts to loosen his hold on my wrists.

  “I thought you were a rapist.” I squeak, awkwardness now making me lose my voice.

  “A fucking rapist? How did you come up with that when we were spooning? I’m pretty sure rapists don’t spoon. Rapists probably tie your hands behind your back and pin your legs apart. They might even gag you or something like that don’t you think?”

  He has an excellent point.

  “Good point.” I whisper softly, suddenly aware that even if he isn’t a rapist, he is now very much in a position of power. “Can you get off me please?”

  “Are you going to try and wreck my chances of ever having children if I do?” He asks this looking very serious an
d very concerned.

  “Um… No... About the spooning. Why were we spooning?” I ask because seriously, how did staying the night end up equating to spooning anyway?

  “’Cause it feels nice and it’s been a while since I’ve had a chance to spoon. Old habits die hard I suppose.” Jax replies as he rolls off of me and releases his grip on my wrists.

  “Okay then.”

  I’m not too sure what to say so I decide to take the safe option and start inching my way towards the edge of the bed and freedom.

  Freedom from what, I’m not sure. I barely make it an inch before Jax’s arm snakes out again and he wraps his fingers deftly around my waist to pull me back snug up against his side again.

  “Where are you going?” He asks again looking me direct in the eyes.

  “Um… Over there.”

  I nod towards the window not too sure about where I was going in the first place.

  “What’s over there that’s better than being over here?” He asks softly, a small grin starting to appear on either side of his mouth.

  “I’m not sure I can answer that question right now,” I respond as my other senses start to kick in. I get a whiff of cologne and the scent of sleepy Jax and start to relax again. I feel myself snuggling into the warmth that is Jax.

  Perhaps I don’t need to go anywhere. Perhaps this is exactly where I need to be.

  “That’s better.” I hear him rumbling again as he rolls towards me.

  This time he is gently leaning across the side of my body but he has essentially managed to capture my undivided attention and pin me down, immobilized.

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath not too sure what is about to happen next. When I open them again, it is to see two ocean crystal blue eyes staring straight into mine.

  “You gotta learn to relax woman, nothing bad is gunna happen,” Jax says with a smirk on his face. “Hungry?”

  For you perhaps.

  I feel my heart starting to race and I let my eyes flutter shut again to take another deep breath.

  “Sure.” I manage to breathe out quietly while trying to calm my heart rate down.