Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
This time, Jag made love to me. Once he started touching me, he didn’t seem to be able to get enough. Every sound I made seemed to intrigue him. I let him explore my body until he had me writhing in pleasure with sweat coating my skin.
Once we were both spent, I lay partially on top of Jag, my head resting under his chin as he wrapped both his arms around me like he was afraid I’d try to leave.
Chapter Seven
Jag
I knocked on Knight’s open office door, rapping twice on the wooden frame. He looked up from his computer, his face tight with barely controlled anger. His jaw muscle ticked in that way told me he was pissed about something. Fucking pissed. I stepped inside anyway, closing the door behind me with a soft click. The air felt charged, like the calm before a storm broke.
“You wanted to see me?” I kept my voice neutral, refusing to start this conversation on the defensive.
Knight leaned back in his chair, the springs creaking under his weight. His fingers drummed once, twice on the scarred wood of his desk before he spoke.
“You stayed at Ada’s last night.” Not a question. A statement loaded with accusation.
I nodded, not trusting my voice. What could I say? Yeah, I spent the night with your baby sister? Yeah, I made her come so hard she screamed my name? Yeah, I plan on doing it again tonight? And every night for the rest of my fucking life? Somehow, I didn’t think I had the right words.
“You don’t have to sleep with my sister to protect her, Jag.” His voice was low, controlled, but the words hit like a sucker punch.
My shoulders stiffened. “That what you think this is?”
“I think you see a woman in danger and your first instinct is to stake your claim, make sure everyone knows she’s yours so everyone else stays away.”
“And that’s a problem?” I challenged, heat rising in my chest.
“It is when it’s my sister.”
I took a step forward, hands clenched at my sides. “Ada’s a grown woman who makes her own choices.”
Knight’s eyes narrowed. “She doesn’t understand what she’s getting into with someone like --”
The door swung open, cutting off whatever Knight had been about to say. Knuckles walked in, Gunnar close behind him, both men reading the tension in the room instantly.
“Did we interrupt something?” Knuckles asked, his expression calculating, almost challenging as his gaze flicked between Knight and me.
Knight didn’t miss a beat. “I’m pissed because Jag is fucking my sister.” He didn’t raise his voice but managed to look and sound all the deadlier because of the soft, controlled tone of voice. Or, it could have been those freaky, tattooed eyes of his.
I shrugged, my leather cut creaking with the movement, but my jaw tightened with discomfort. This wasn’t how I wanted things to play out. Last night with Ada had been something beyond anything I’d experienced before. Having it reduced to “fucking” felt wrong, but I wasn’t about to bare my soul in front of these men. I didn’t owe them because they hadn’t earned it yet. Except maybe Knuckles, but if he wanted to talk to me about it he could damned well do it away from anyone else.
Knuckles’ gaze moved to me, assessing. The man missed nothing. “Was it her choice?”
“Ask her yourself,” I replied, meeting his gaze. “Knight won’t believe anything I say anyway.”
Something shifted in Knuckles’ expression. He turned to Knight, his voice deceptively casual. “You think Ada would still be living in the compound if someone in the club had raped her? Or would she be raising hell and getting the fuck out?”
Knight blinked, his expression shifting from anger to surprise. I could see the moment the question penetrated his anger, forcing him to consider what he knew about his sister.
“She wouldn’t stay quiet,” Knight admitted reluctantly. “She’d burn this place to the ground.”
“So what’s the real reason you’re pissed?” Knuckles pressed, leaning against the wall. “Because if you’re worried about Jag’s intentions, I can tell you right now, most men have shitty intentions toward women until the right woman makes them get their shit together.”
The office went silent. I could hear the hum of the air conditioning, the distant sound of motorcycles starting up in the yard. All the while, Knight’s face worked through a series of emotions I couldn’t quite read.
“I’m upset because he’s fucking my baby sister!” Knight finally burst out, slapping a hand on his desk. It was the most emotion I’d seen from the guy.
Knuckles snorted a laugh, pointing at Gunnar. “And he’s fucking my daughter. Do you see us at each other’s throats?”
Gunnar choked, a laugh escaping him before he could stop it. The tension in the room cracked like ice in spring, sudden and unexpected.
Knight gave Knuckles an exasperated look. “She’s my baby sister,” Knight repeated, but his shoulders had finally relaxed, the rigid set of his spine loosening. “Twelve years younger. I practically raised her after our mom checked out.”