Val's P.O.V

"What the hell, Val?" Jax's voice cut through the air, his words dripping with acid and accusation.

"Excuse me?" I shot back, arms folded as Jack my partner looked between us with a mischievous grin.

"Val, what in the seven hells is this?" Jax yelled, his eyes flashing.

"Why are you concerned to begin with?" I snapped, staring daggers at him. "It's not as if you ever stopped kissing strangers. Why am I any different?"

Jax had the decency to clear his throat before trying to get ...