“He can do that?”
He tilts his head, giving me that look that makes me feel naïve. “If I need him to.”
He goes to push on a black door in front of me, and I pause. “Jagger, where are we?” I ask, looking around, knowing damn well this isn’t our apartment or my work.
“The Precinct.” He smiles proudly.
His club or dive bar, whatever he called it. The place where people come to do… I don’t even know what they do here. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, trying to have some patience because this isn’t his fault. “Sloane’s going to fire me. I was already late.”
“She won’t fire you. Stop your stressing.” He takes my hand and tugs me through the door with him as he collects his phone and dials a number. “Ash, can you do me a solid?” he asks as we walk downa long corridor and then through a busy bar. It’s the middle of the day, but this place is dingy like it’s the middle of the night. All the windows are tinted extra black and the minimal lighting low. There is a not-so-subtle aroma of stale beer and cigarettes in the air.
I can make out Asher’s voice grumbling down the line. “I’m not talking to you after you stole Daisy from me last night. Where the fuck did you two disappear to? I’ve been calling you all morning.”
Jagger was right about one thing: this place isn’t like Sloane’s; it’s not classy at all, and it’s full of emblem-wearing bikers. I sense their beady eyes on me, and my stomach knots. Is it my hand in Jagger’s or just that I shouldn’t be in here?
“Never heard you whine so much over pussy, Brother.” Jagger laughs, and that earns him a glare from me. I better not just be pussy to him or to Asher. But I don’t really want to be anything more either, so I don’t push the issue. He pushes through to an office on the far side of the room and closes the door once the two of us are inside. Quiet comes over the room, such a contrast to the chaos out there.
“You know she is different,” Asher growls back, melting my heart just a little more.
I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t want to be someone different to him, but I can’t help it. The idea that I am more than every girl he’s had before gives me butterflies.
Jagger’s eyes run all the way down my body. The possessive look in them makes my heart race all over again when I had just got it to settle from the near-death experience. “Yeah, she is,” he agrees, even surprising me. Maybe he thinks I can’t hear what Asher is saying, but in this proximity it’s hard to miss.
“What do you need?” Asher snaps, still sounding mighty pissed with his brother.
“We’re at The Precinct. Some motherfucker was following us. Had to make a detour, but Daisy’s going to be late for her shift.”
“I’m on my way.” He disconnects the call, without even a “give me a minute” or anything. He knows I need help, and he drops whatever he was doing to come to my rescue.
I lean into the wall trying to get a little space from Jagger. The way he’s looking at me is slightly unnerving now that we’re in his bar. “Told you he would be pissed with you for disappearing on him like that,” I snap back, knowing we are both going to have to face the music. I’m sure Cruz will be just as annoyed.
“He’ll get over it.” His hand comes to my waist, and he pulls me in closer, kissing my lips, his hard cock pushing into me even through his jeans. He kisses me deeply, his hand lacing into my hair as he tilts my mouth just so, getting me right where he wants me.
I’m a panting mess in no time, and when he finally pulls back from me, I place a hand on his chest, trying to push him away, but he doesn’t budge. “Are you going to show me around your establishment?” I ask, hoping to see a small snippet into his world—and to create some distance between us. He’s had more of me than I should have given him already.
He brushes my hair behind my ear, his eyes locking with mine. The bossy asshole looks so intense right now in a way that makes my palms grow sweaty because I don’t know what he wants from me. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Is that why you rushed me into your office? Embarrassed for anyone to see me with you?” I smirk back at him, only half serious.
He trails his hand down the curve of my breasts and down to my waist. “Maybe I just want to keep you to myself a little bit longer.” He pushes his knee in between my legs, forcing my legs to open, the warmth of his jeans brushing my exposed pussy.
My brow rises, skeptical of his sweetness. “Maybe you’re just making excuses to hide all the screwed-up things you get up to in this place?”
“Maybe.” His hand brushes my bare ass, and heat blushes my cheeks. I can’t believe he destroyed my panties so badly I couldn’t put them back on and had to ride with him on the back of his bike bare. It was probably his plan all along. “I’ll show you when I know you can handle it.” He squeezes my ass, and my pussy throbs with fresh need for him.
“I can handle it,” I whisper, hardly able to handle his proximity, much less whatever screwed-up stuff he gets up to here.
“You think because you’ve tested out a little bondage and like submitting to me when I spank your ass, you can handle whatever happens within these walls?”
I swallow the lump in my throat, my mouth suddenly so dry. What on earth does he do here? And why am I desperate to know more?
A knock comes at the door, saving me from having to answer him, even though I want to know.
“Come in,” he calls, not bothering to move his hand from my ass or his leg from where it’s brushing over my pussy.
Asher appears, his cheeky smile lighting me up. I thought he might be pissed at me as well for not coming back last night, but from that look, nope. If anything, I think walking in on me and his brother like this is turning him on. His eyes run over the two of us together, and they are filled with desire. “You ready to get to work?”
“Yes.” I push on Jagger’s chest trying to get him to budge.
