“This will be your only warning, Natasha,” Jack continues. “Whatever we had is done. Do not call or text me. When you’re in this club, you respect Jessi, or you’ll not come back. As for tonight, I think it’s best to go home.”
“Fuck you, Jack.” Natasha flips her hair and spins on her too-high heels. She swings the door open so hard it slams against the wall.
“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” I say.
Sonny leans back against the bar. “She’s tried to get with multiples of the girls’ boyfriends and even some husbands. She isn’t liked around here. I think the only reason she’s still hanging around is because of Jack.” She leans forward. “You can say all you want that nothing is going on between you two, but I call bullshit.”
Jack swings around, his eye landing on me. He crooks his index finger for me to follow him. And I do. He leads me outside and around the side of the building, where it’s quiet. “What the hell happened in there?” he demands.
“She doesn’t like me,” I respond.
“Well, what set her off so bad?”
My hands clench and my arms stiffen at my sides. “If you care so much about that, why don’t you go look for her and ask her? Is she what you want, a trashy biker bunny who will turn a blind eye to everything? Someone who is okay being held at arm’s length as nothing more than a booty call?” I turn around, not wanting to hear another word of his interrogation. For all I care, he can go find Natasha.
Jack grabs my hand, spins me back around, and pulls me close. “I don’t want to ask her. I am asking you. You know damn well it’s not her I want.”
“Get off me.” I try to fight him, but he pushes me against the side of the building and pins me in place. I’m still trying to free my arm when he presses one leg between mine. He holds bothmy hands next to my head against the wall. His entire body is flush with mine, rippling with power. “Get off me, Jack.” I grit out. I’m furious. He knows the shit Natasha has done. My heart hurts from betrayal. I thought of all people, Jack would have my back.
Jack lowers his face toward mine, his breath hot against my cheek. “I’m going to ask you again, what did you say?” His lips hover above my ear, waiting for my reply.
His nearness turns me on, makes me forget how to speak, how to think. I go limp as the heat of anger melts into need. I’m deadly still, acutely aware that the slightest movement of his leg between mine will cause it to brush against my center. Can he hear how hard my heart is pounding?
“I told her we aren’t fucking,” I say. “She said she knows we aren’t because I’m not your type. I told her she isn’t yours anymore either.”
I feel his wicked smile curl against my cheek. His face swings back into focus. “What else did you say, Jessi?”
“Nothing,” I quip, fighting the urges inside me.
“You didn’t say anything else? You sure?” He slowly starts moving his leg against me. I suck in a deep breath and purse my lips. He adds more friction, and I let out a moan from deep in my throat. If I weren’t drunk on pleasure, I’d be embarrassed. He rests his head against my forehead and whispers, “Does this feel good? Do you want me to keep going?” I bobble my head. I can’t possibly speak without letting out another moan. “Then tell me what you said that made her so jealous. I have an idea, but I want to hear it from your lips, baby.”
He keeps going, teasing my center before slowing. I get the message. He’ll walk away if I don’t tell him. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. Oh god,” I whimper.
“Tell me, and I’ll give you what you want, what you need, and what I know you have been craving just as much as I have.”
I try to focus. “I made her think you wanted me. That you no longer want her because you want me. I told her I wear your shirt to bed. I may have implied that we are going to sleep together. God, please don’t stop. It feels so good.”
He growls into my ear, dragging his tongue along a sensitive spot below it. Then he sucks my earlobe into his mouth, his teeth nipping and tugging. He adds more friction between my thighs and picks up his pace. His hard length grows along my abdomen. I’m drowning in sensation. I groan. “I love making you hard.”
“Good girl. Now come for me, baby.”
That’s all I need. My eyes roll back into my head, and a burst of pleasure courses through me before detonating. “Jack!”
Jack places both my hands in one of his above my head, holding his other hand over my mouth so no one hears me. He lifts my body up as I lose the strength to stand.
My eyes flutter at him in amazement. His beautiful green eyes are now dark and wild. His length is more apparent as I slowly come back down to earth. I know without a doubt that he wants me.
“Was that what I think it was?” I ask.
“Wait, you are not telling me that was your first orgasm, are you?” He sounds horrified.
All the pleasure and euphoria leave me. Confusion and embarrassment flood me. I stutter, “You know I’m a virgin. I told you that.”
He stands back, letting me go. “There are other things you can do to get off. I can’t believe I let myself do this.” He starts pacing, running his hair through his fingers. “Dammit. You’re too young, and you need someone who isn’t me. I’m so sorry, Jessi. I never meant to let this happen.”
I move toward him. “I’m not. It felt good. What’s wrong? We clearly both want this.”
He runs his hands down his face. “You are nineteen. I’m thirty. I don’t want you to look back on this and think I took advantage of you. I’m supposed to be protecting you, helping you. This can’t happen again. I can’t tolerate the thought that in a few years, you’ll feel deep regret and resentment about our time together. I’m not a good person. If you knew the shit I’ve done, you would run, and that’s exactly what you should do. I won’t tarnish your innocence.”
