“No,” I answered before Jay could, my eyes locked on his.
His brow arched, amused and hungry. “That right?”
I didn’t answer. I kissed him instead, hard and fast.
The room erupted, catcalls, muttered curses, Riot choked on his water, but I didn’t care. His mouth was hot and desperate against mine, his grip bruising at my hips, his body pressing into mine like he’d claim me here and now, brothers be damned.
When I finally pulled back, his lips were parted, breath shallow. His kutte bunched under my fists where I’d grabbed and yanked him down.
“I’m publicly claiming you this time, Jay,” I said, loud enough for the whole room to hear. “I’m not leaving you or the club. You’re my family now.” A wicked smile tugged at my lips. “Or do you need to bend me over this table in front of them to prove it?”
Finn muttered,“Jesus Christ.”
Riot was still hacking on his drink. Link stared at the floor like he wished it would swallow him whole.
Jay’s jaw flexed, but his eyes never wavered from mine. Pure, unrestrained fire blazed in them. His hand slid up my spine, deliberate, possessive, anchoring me tight against him. His hips pushed the hard bar of his cock into me, letting me feel exactly what my words had done to him.
“You say the word, princess,” he rasped. “I’ll clear this table in two seconds flat.”
My breath hitched, and my smile curved sharper. “Not yet.”
“But soon?” His forehead pressed to mine, his breath hot, his hands refusing to let me go.
I kissed him again, slower, a promise wrapped in heat.
“Definitely.”
Chapter 61
Reaper
She kissed me in front of the whole damn table. Claimed me like a tornado tearing through a quiet town.
And I let her. No... I wanted her to.
Lucy’s mouth lingered on mine like the heat of a match on skin, and all I could think—fuck, all I could feel—was the urge to throw her over my shoulder, take her back to my room, and make her pay. Pay for answering for me, for kissing me like that, and for looking so goddamn hot in my shirt. My cock ached to be freed, knowing she didn’t have panties on underneath it, that I could lift her up onto the table and be balls deep inside her within seconds.
My grip on her waist tightened, knuckles whitening. I caught a flicker of Link’s smirk out of the corner of my eye.Yeah, laugh it up, but she’s mine.
Her eyes dropped to just below my belt. She smiled like she knew exactly what she’d done.
A throat cleared. Then another. Riot muttered something under his breath I didn’t catch, but it broke the haze. The room came back into focus, the table, the plans, the brothers watching us with smirks, some proud, some half-scandalized. I caughtKeno’s eyes and raised a brow.Let him choke on it. She’s not going anywhere.
Lucy shifted slightly, but her hands stayed on my shoulders. “Tell me what you’re thinking, Jay.”
I stared into her eyes. God, she was beautiful, and not only the kind of beautiful you watch walk away in a bar, but the kind that digs under your ribs and stays. The kind that looks at you like you’re still a man worth standing next to, even when you aren’t sure that’s true. The way she fit here, beside me, like she was always meant to be part of the chaos. I couldn’t stop the surge of pride as my chest puffed out.Mine.
“I’m thinking,” I said finally, “that if we don’t start talking business again, I’ll carry you out of here and none of these assholes are gonna stop me.”
Laughter erupted around the table and Lucy raised an eyebrow.Oh, she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
“Guess we’d better get back to it, then.”
She slipped beside me in one smooth move, sliding into the empty seat on my left, posture sharp, alert. The queen to my chaos.Damn, that shift of her hips . . .
I cleared my throat and leaned forward, refocusing.Focus, Jay. Focus... Business, not her lips on yours. Not yet.
“Alright. We’ve got a clean window. The Fangs are done, scattered. Intel says no retaliation in motion. This is our chance to rebuild, go legit.”
