I inch his jeans over his hips.Anyone could just open the door and see us.Why doesn’t that freak me out? “Just checking. I wouldn’t want to do anything that makes you…” I deliberately pause and give him what I hope’s a seductive glance through my eyelashes. “Uncomfortable.”
“Yeah, I bet.” He kisses me again, but there’s nothing soft or gentle about it this time. I open my mouth, welcoming him, and slide my palm along his length, and somehow having his briefs restricting access makes it that much hotter.
A rap on the door barely registers, until he pulls free with a harsh curse. I smother a laugh at the rabid expression on his face as he adjusts himself and fastens his fly. He never used to care if anyone caught us making out. It was always me who was paranoid about not taking risks. This new, responsible side to him is a revelation, and despite how much I need him right now, I like it.
He leans in close and growls in my ear. “Tonight you’re going to finish what you started here.”
With that promise—or is it a threat?—he stamps across the floor and yanks open the door with more force than necessary. “Bella.”
It’s the woman I spoke to on Friday. Instead of sobering my mood, I have the crazy urge to laugh again.Do I look like I nearly ravished her boss on his desk?
…
Ty
I wait until Jas crosses the street to her car before I go back inside the club and into my office. My hard-on isn’t helping the thinking process, especially when my head is filled with the graphic ways she’s going to make good on my promise to her tonight, but I need to make some calls.
Tonight, Jas is going to learn just how much has changed since she ran out on me.
…
Although Tuesday nights aren’t the busiest, the club’s already half full as I prowl the foyer. For the tenth time in as many minutes I glance at my watch. It’s only just gone nine. She’s not late.
I should’ve brought her here on my bike. Except she laughed as if she thought I was joking when I offered, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to argue. Not when I want her to see how different things are now.
What the fuck am I trying to prove?
I swallow a groan. I know exactly what I’m trying to show her. That the dynamics in the Bastards have changed, and my position as VP is more than just a courtesy title. My generation now holds the balance of power in the MC, and—maybe most importantly for Jas—none of us were full members ten years ago when Kelly was still in demand.
Why the hell does it matter?
It thuds through my head, unanswered. Because I don’t fucking know.
“Ty.” Zach gives me the nod as he strolls into the club, one arm wrapped around Grace. “You okay?”
It’s unsubtle code forIs Jas here yet?If she were, we both know I wouldn’t be standing here alone like a jerk.
“I’m good.” I turn on my smile for Grace. “Hey.”
“Hey, Ty.” Grace says something about how much she loves the gothic mirror on the wall, but her words fade into white noise as Jas walks into the foyer.
She’s wearing a black sweater dress that ends halfway down her thighs, and her hair is twisted on top of her head, with long curls framing her face. She looks untouchable, classy, without any in-your-face, look-at-me cleavage or ass on display, but everyone turns and stares at her anyway.
A strange, hot pain fills my chest, and I can’t drag my gaze away as she smiles and makes her way across the floor. Whenever she walked in a room she always put other chicks in the shade, and it wasn’t until she’d gone I realized how much of me she’d taken with her.
Even after all this time, and all the nameless, faceless girls I’ve had, she’s still the only one that’s ever meant anything.
I don’t crush that feeling. What’s the point? Instead I take her hand.My woman.“Hey, babe.”
“Hey, yourself.” She gives me a fleeting kiss on the cheek, as though she’s not sure how I want to handle tonight. Old friends? Fuck buddies? Screw that.
“You remember Zach, don’t you?” I tug her closer, so there’s no space between us, a silent claim of rights.
“Yes.” She smiles at him, but it’s like she’s greeting a stranger, not a guy she hung out with countless times when we were dating.
“Jas. It’s good to see you again. You’re looking great.” Zach doesn’t seem to notice her reserve, and he smiles at her the way he does Savannah. “This is Grace, my old lady.”
“I’m so pleased to meet you.” Grace beams at Jas, and it’s obvious Zach’s told her about the history Jas and I share. And then Grace looks stricken. “Oh, I’m so sorry about your mom passing. It must be an awful time for you.”
