Page 84 of Jax & Knox

The guy does, fast.

Ainsley looks up at me, her eyes wide. "Knox, I was handling it⁠.”

"I know," I say, turning her to face me fully. "But I'm done watching other men think they have a chance with you."

Jax steps closer, his hand finding the small of her back. "We both are."

The music is still playing, but the people around us have started to notice. Tessa is grinning like a maniac. Weston and Wyatt are watching from the booth with matching smirks.

"What are you doing?" Ainsley whispers, her cheeks flushing.

"Claiming you," I say simply.

"In front of everyone?"

"Especially in front of everyone," Jax adds, his voice rough.

I frame her face with both hands and kiss her, deep, possessive, claiming.

When I pull back, Jax turns her toward him and does the same, his hand sliding into her hair.

The bar erupts.

Steele raises his beer from the booth. "Fucking finally!"

Cole laughs. "Took you long enough, Carters!"

Tessa is cackling, and Hadley is clapping.

Ainsley buries her face against my chest, embarrassed but not pulling away.

I slide my hand down her side, possessive and deliberate, and press a kiss to her temple.

"You're ours, baby," I murmur in her ear, low enough that only she and Jax can hear. "And we want everyone here to know it."

"Both of ours," Jax adds, his lips brushing her neck.

She shivers between us, her fingers curling into my shirt.

"Knox… Jax…"

"Say it," I command.

"Say you're ours," Jax echoes.

"I'm yours," she whispers.

"Louder," I demand.

"I'm yours," she says, her voice stronger now. "Both of yours."

"Damn right you are."

I kiss her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her while Jax's hands stay possessive on her hips.

The bar is still cheering, but I don't care.

All I care about is the woman between us and the way she's melting into both of us, surrendering completely.