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“Oh, I like you baby. That’s not changing. And, I’ll always take your side, even if I think you’re acting ape-shit crazy. I would just spank your ass in private for it.”
“You have an answer for everything,” she says with a laugh.
“I try.”
“And you’re not fooling me, either.” She smirks at me. “You’re just trying to find reasons to spank me because you like it.”
“And you’d let me, because you like it too,” I respond, grinning at the way her cheeks deepen in color.
“You’re entirely too cocky. And just think, when we first met I thought you didn’t know how to speak.”
“Come back to bed, baby. I miss you.”
“Oh please, I just got out and I’m hungry, which means you’re taking me out.”
“Taking you out? What the fuck for?”
“I’m hungry and you don’t have a stove—or food for that matter.”
“I bought some of those microwavable mac and cheese things you like,” I mutter, not wanting to leave.
“I don’t want food you have to nuke, I’m hungry Luke.”
“Okay that settles it. Tomorrow you order a stove or whatever else you need to make this place comfortable.”
“Uh… that could be very expensive.”
“You think I can’t afford it?” I ask, annoyed.
“I have no idea one way or the other,” she says with a shrug. “I’m just thinking this place is kind of shit, so it’s probably not worth it, especially since you live at the club the majority of the time.”
“That was before you. I like having you alone. I like the way you walk around naked, fuck me loud, and most of all I like the way it feels to open the door up after club bullshit and find you waiting for me.”
“Oh Lord, you’re as bad as my father and uncle,” she says, shaking her head.
“What do you mean by that?” I ask, finally sitting up in bed, because it’s clear that Jasmine isn’t coming back until I take her to get something to eat.
“Sexist pigs.”
“Are we getting ready to argue again?” I laugh.
“No, I doubt it would do any good, anyway. Are you going to get dressed and take me to find food?” she says, shaking her head, a smile playing on her lips.
“All jokes about your hometown aside, mine’s not a lot better. There aren’t many places open this time of night, woman.”
“I saw a Taco Bell…”
“You better make it worth my while when we get back,” I warn her.
“I’ll see what I can do,” she says with a grin, knowing she’s won.
What she doesn’t know, and I’m not about to tell her, is that I’d give her anything she asks for as long as she smiles at me exactly like she’s smiling at me right now, while wearing nothing but my t-shirt…27JasmineI’ve never done it, so I couldn’t say for certain, but I imagine walking into the main room of the Demon Chaser’s compound was a lot like walking in front of a firing squad. As clubs go, this would be like the Economy Inn of clubs.
Concrete and cinderblock walls are the décor of choice. It’s dark as fuck. The lights are cheap florescent shop bulbs. I can’t be sure, but from the looks of the place, I think it used to be some kind of old garage. It’s not very big, which I imagine is why so many campers and RV’s are out front.
Maybe I’ve been spoiled by my dad’s club and Uncle Skull’s, but the DC’s definitely need to concentrate on upgrading their digs. Or not, I guess… it’s all relative. If they’re happy, it doesn’t matter. Still, it’s dirty as hell in here. I fight to keep my nose from curling at the smell. It reminds me of a boy’s locker room after a big game.
I might be a little judgmental because of all the eyes staring at me like they want me to die. You would think that would be stretching it, but it’s clearly not. There are seven women in here. Each and every one of them are looking at me like they’d enjoy cutting my head off and feeding it to the tigers. Of course, I don’t know if the DC’s have tigers, but if they do, I just might be in trouble.
One thing is very clear to me.
Luke might be a favorite among the club whores.
That doesn’t exactly fill a girl with happy, warm thoughts of puppies.
I call upon years of experience of being a bitch—and the daughter of the Savage MC VP, and I give them a fuck you smile, while slipping my hand in Luke’s back pocket, pressing against his ass with my fingers. It’s a universal sign of ownership and damn if I don’t enjoy the hate that comes hurling my way when I do it.
Luke looks down at me, his brow furrowed, his eyes asking an unspoken question. Men can be so damn clueless. I try to look up at him in innocence. I’m not sure I completely pull it off, especially when the creases in his forehead deepen.
