A part of me is pleased Jack’s chosen me to take care of Camile, but the other part is also a little insulted. He clearly doesn’t see me as any kind of a threat. While he’s worried about Ace getting in her panties, I guess he doesn’t think I’ve got any chance with a woman like her.
He’s probably right.
“I’ll watch out for Ace,” I confirm, trying not to think too hard about Ace’s total lack of boundaries. They’re something I’ve had experience with myself, and I prefer not to linger over those thoughts for too long.
“Good,” Jack says and firmly shuts the door on us both.
I give Camile a smile. “Looks like we’ve got some time to kill. What do you want to do?”
She glances back at the shut door, as though the sight of it has upset her. “I don’t know. What is there to do?”
“We could go hang out in the clubhouse? Play some pool?”
She wrinkles her cute nose. “I’d rather be out in the fresh air.”
“How about we go for a ride?” Jack didn’t say I had to stay close to the clubhouse, so I’m presuming it’s okay.
“A ride? I’m guessing you mean on a motorcycle rather than a horse?” She arches an eyebrow at me.
I chuckle. “You see many horses around here?”
“Nope, but there’s a whole lot of bikes.”
“Exactly.”
Still, she pauses. She seems nervous.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. “I’m good on a bike, I promise.”
“It’s not that. I’m worried about leaving the compound. The guy who tried to shoot me could still be hanging around.”
“We don’t need to leave the compound. There’s plenty of space inside we can ride around. Not quite the open road, but it’s still fun.”
I don’t add that I wouldn’t leave the compound for fear of death by Jack-the-blood McGrath. I don’t want to come across as a pussy, but that man would scare the devil himself.
“Okay, sure.”
We start walking, leaving Jack’s house behind and heading to the more communal part of the compound. Do I want to show off to her? Or is it that I’m just looking for an excuse to get her behind me on a bike, so she’ll have no choice but to wrap her arms around my waist and press her body up against my back? Maybe it’s a bit of both.
A row of bikes is lined up outside of the clubhouse, just like they are most any day or night. I go to my Harley—my most prized possession in the world—and give her a pat. She’s a Harley-Davidson Sportster, and while she might not be as big or powerful as some of the other guys’ rides, I worked my ass off to be able to afford her.
“Beautiful bike,” Camile says.
I feel myself beaming. “Thanks.” I realize something. “Shit, I’ve only got one helmet. Wait here.”
Jack said to keep an eye on her, but I’m sure it’s fine to leave her for a few minutes. I slip inside the clubhouse and am instantly greeted by one of the sweetbutts. Those women are always hanging around.
Charmaine is chewing gum, and she sidles up close tome, her breasts—which are fake and barely restrained in the strappy top she’s wearing—brush against my bicep. I swear I can feel the hardness of her nipples.
“Rook, hey, baby. Where have you been?”
“Nowhere. Just grabbing a spare helmet.”
“For me?” She flutters her fake lashes.
“Nah, for the girl Jack is looking after.”
She pouts. “Oh, his daughter’s friend, right? Do I need to be jealous?”
