I push my hand under her and find her slick clit. She bucks into me, her back arching, and as she convulses around me, I give her it all.
“Jas.”
Chapter Eight
Jasmine
“You want to grab some early lunch?”
I lean against the kitchen sink and pretend to think about his offer, even though I’m going to accept. After the breakfast interlude, we shared a leisurely shower until the water ran cold. I can’t believe it’s almost eleven already, but that’s not the main thing on my mind.Stop thinking about how he roared your name when he came…“Sure, why not?”
His smile turns my stomach into a kaleidoscope of butterflies.I’m so screwed.We should’ve finished this on Saturday morning. What was I thinking to suggest we drag it out for the whole week? My heart’s never going to recover a second time.
It never recovered the first time.
“Guess I’d better get dressed.” He saunters out of the kitchen wearing only his jeans, and for the first time I get a good look at his back.
I let out a measured breath. The Bastards’ colors are engraved in my psyche, and while I despise everything they stand for, there’s no denying how good the ink looks on Ty.
His MC is his family, stronger than any blood ties. I’ve always known it. It doesn’t stop the ache deep in my chest, though.
Enough.I don’t need to agonize over any of it the way I used to when we were together. This is just one nostalgic week where I can finally lay all the ghosts to rest.
Most of them, anyway. The ones that count.
Ty’s the only one that matters. And Viper’s dead.
I guess that’s justice of a kind. More than I could’ve ever expected. I’ll take it.
A strange sense of peace flutters through me, gone in an instant, but it’s enough.
Yeah, it’s enough.
…
We leave the building, and I take a deep breath. The air isn’t exactly fresh out here, but it’s better than the dirty stairwell we just left. “Where’re we going?” I glance up at Ty as he strolls by my side, looking as though he owns the world.
He used to own my world…once upon a time.
“If there’s nowhere local, I’ll take you for a ride.” He grins at me and comes to a halt by a gleaming Harley. God, that’s tempting. I used to love riding with him, but his bike back then was nothing like this beauty.
It’s a bad idea. It’ll bring back way too many bittersweet memories. “Hmm, I’m not really dressed for it.”I could always run back inside and change into my jeans.
“Got a better idea?”
I’m surprised he doesn’t try and persuade me, but that’s nothing to the shock when he casually threads his fingers through mine and tugs me close.
Anyone could see us. Of course, the chances of anyone who Ty knows seeing us isn’t high, but even so, it’s a huge thing. A Bastard doesn’t go around holding hands with a piece of ass in public.
Not like before, when we dated, when I was someone who mattered. We held hands all the time, and none of his friends saw anything strange about it. I glowed with pride that Ty Jenson was withme, and girls who’d snubbed me in the past because of my mom’s associations now envied me for mine.
What does he really think of me now?
Stop analyzing, Jas. Just enjoy it.
“I found a diner a couple of blocks from here the other day.” It didn’t look newly opened, but it wasn’t around when I used to live here. I squeeze his fingers and lean closer so our arms touch. “Mama Coco’s.”
An odd expression flickers over his face, gone so fast I half wonder if I imagined it. “Okay. Why not?”
