Jack’s eyes light up at the question. “Yes. We’re attending an art gallery event in a few days and she needs a dress.”
The sales assistant brightens and waves me forward. “Sure! What price point are you looking to stay in, hon?”
Before I can respond, Jack interjects, “None. We’ll take whatever she likes.”
I snap my head back to Jack. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re already doing too much.”
“How sweet,” the sales assistant says.
Jack kisses my hand before releasing it. “Cover or remove the price from any of the dresses that she tries on, please, will you?”
“Of course. This way, hon.”
Jack places his hand on the small of my back and steers me toward the dressing rooms. My body instinctively leans into him, and chills cover my skin.
For the next half-hour I try on dress after dress after dress. Colors and fabrics blur in front of my vision, and choosing one is an impossible task. The last is a white satin dress that fits me like a glove. It has a halter-style top, full-length skirt, and entirely backless. It’s a bit long and I’ll need heels, but I love it. I open the fitting room to show Jack.
“Ta-da,” I say, doing a curtsey.
Jack’s breath catches. I sense his eyes wandering every curve. When he meets my eyes, I smirk and say, “The best part . . .” I spin, showing him my back.
“Fuck,” he says. I peek over my shoulder and laugh, loving the way he’s devouring me with his gaze.
The sales associate walks over. “How does it fit? It looks amazing on you!”
Without taking his eyes off me, Jack says, “We’ll take it.”
CHAPTER 62
JACK
While I head to the private meeting I set with Tim, I can’t get yesterday’s image of Jessi in the dress out of my mind. The white fabric hugged her curves like it was made for her. She twirled around, holding her hair, giving me the full view of her bare back, and making me want to rip it off her and claim her. The way her eyes darkened when they met mine haunts me too. My breath hitches and blood rushes to my cock just thinking about it. I picture her in white walking down the aisle toward me.Easy there.
I clear my throat as I park my bike on the deserted road I suggested as our meeting spot, shaking my thoughts for now.Time to get my shit together.
The roar of a bike brings me firmly back to reality.
Tim parks his bike next to mine and removes his helmet and biker gloves. “Jack, good to see ya. I must say, it worries me you didn’t want to do all this at the club.”
I kick a rock, hoping the man doesn’t piss all over what I’m about to say. “Tim, good to see you too. I have a favor to ask, which I hope won’t come to pass, but if it does, I really need you to back me. Mike gave you some specifics, but not the whole story. He’s behind me on this too.”
Tim raises his eyebrows. “Go on.”
I sniff. “It involves Austin and David. I know they are your go-to guys, and I know the deal we cut. I’m not trying to push you out. But I need your support.”
Tim leans against his bike, the leather of his jacket groaning with the action. “Last I understood, this was some squabble over a biker bunny. Imagine my surprise when I get a call that David, the brain behind our hacking operations, is in the hospital, talking to the police and implicating you. Then I’m told you were locked up. I thought we were all on the same team. I put two guys outside your house to try to piece this shit together, but they haven’t been as reliable as I thought.”
That sneaky POS. But I’m happy that’s all those guys were there to do.I tell him about Jessi, how she ended up under my roof, and the chain of events that followed. “Tim, if they come after her again, I need you to pull everything you have with them. I don’t just mean the surveillance, but the dope and anything else you have with them. Make them squirm. Kick them out.”
Tim sighs and keeps his gaze on the ground. “I take it you’re more than just sweet on her, yeah?”
I consider my answer. This could make or break his support.
He goes on as though I spoke. “We have many favors owed to you, Mike, and your club, but this is a big ask for some biker bunny. We have a deal?—”
My eyes narrow. “She isn’t a fucking biker bunny. And our deal is on, just not with them included. We will honor your cut regardless if you bring in another hacker or if one of the other chapters does. I know this is a big ask, and I wouldn’t be asking if there were any other option.”
Tim pauses. “Is she your old lady? If so, maybe. No one fucks with the old ladies. If not, I can’t make promises. It’s more than money . . . it’s about your word.”
