“So, Jax took your cherry?”

The margarita glass almost slipped out of my hand as I turned to where Roxy stood. Behind her, Nick was staring at us. It was probably the first time since we’d met that he’d actually shown any interest in Roxy or me. Then again, when you say things like ‘taking cherries,’ it tends to get people’s undivided attention.

“Oh my God, this is such a perfect conversation.”

My cheeks were warm as I glanced back to where Katie was sitting. “This is not the perfect conversation.”

Her heavily lined eyes widened. “Were you a virgin? Like in past tense?”

The guy beside her turned and looked at me. I was seconds away from screaming. “Roxy is talking about being drunk. I’d never been drunk before. Last night was my first time. Jax took my—”

“I took what?” Jax appeared out of freaking nowhere.

Oh God.

Katie leaned forward and her boobs almost popped out of her halter and blinded me. “You took Calla’s cherry?”

“I took . . . what?” He blinked and then looked at me, head tilted to the side. “Is there something about last night I don’t remember? Because honey, I’m going to be seriously disappointed if that happened, and I don’t recall it. Like really fucking—”

“No!” I shrieked, causing several heads at the bar to whip my way. “She’s talking about never drinking. Not my . . . you know . . .”

“Cherry?” supplied Roxy as she straightened her glasses.

Oh God . . .

Jax stared at me a moment, jaw working, and then he turned to Nick, saying something in a low voice that I prayed had nothing to do with me.

It had been hard to sit through breakfast with him without feeling like a dumbass for last night, but he didn’t bring anything up, and the slice of apple pie that I’d eaten was freaking delish.

“Oh.” Katie looked disappointed. So did the guy. “Well, hell, never mind. Back to the pole for me.”

I watched her jump off the stool as she winked at us and then sauntered through the crowd.

“But it wasn’t her only cherry I took,” Jax announced.

Oh double God . . .

Roxy’s head whipped toward him, an eager look creeping onto her pretty face. “Do tell?”

Nick turned around again.

A sexy, lazy grin appeared on Jax’s lips. “No. She never had apple pie. I changed that this morning.”

“You’ve never had apple pie?” she exclaimed.

“Here we go again,” I muttered.

Jax wasn’t done. Nope. Not at all. His eyes met mine, and something in them caused a shiver to go low in my belly. “I also broke her into Waffle House.”

My mouth dropped open. “How did you know I’d never been there before?”

“Honey, I know things.” Our gazes held, and yep, that shiver increased, because he was saying something entirely different that had nothing to do with Waffle House, tequila, or apple pies.

But definitely had something to do with cherries.