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He rubbed a hand over his beard, tugging on it to remind himself he couldn’t think of her in that way. He couldn’t imagine bending Jupiter over and smacking her ass until it was as red as a cherry. She was Queenie’s friend and a Macha employee. He had self-control. Or at least he hoped he did.
Jupiter’s dazzling green eyes met his and he couldn’t stop his inadvertent inhale. Without a doubt, hers were the most alluring he’d ever seen.
They stopped shy of his location, Dolly toting two guns in each hand. “Don’t mind us. We’re going to let off a little steam.”
Rubble tried not to think of the steam his and Jupiter’s bodies could make in the snow beneath their feet. He nodded and turned back to his task at hand. “Sure, have fun.”
From the next spot over, he heard Dolly go over the basic gun safety rules and procedures. He knew far more than the club’s madam but wouldn’t step on her toes. It never ended up well when anyone did.
He watched from the corner of his eye, imagining himself behind Jupiter, showing her precisely how to hold her arms and spread her legs. The sensation of her ass against his cock, the cool steel from the gun in her fingers before she pulled the trigger.Dammit, get yourself together.
Shaking his head, he trudged through the snow to the next set of targets. He pushed his earplugs in, hoping they’d keep Jupiter’s voice out of his head. Two guns started firing and he glanced over to see Dolly and Jupiter aiming at the large hay bales. Dolly’s shots hit the outer rim of the bullseye, but Jupiter’s bullets were more precise. Her stance was perfect, as if she’d done this many times before that afternoon.
His feet started moving toward them without warning. The closer he got, the more he was impressed. She was killing it. Finally, she stopped and turned toward them, a wide grin on her face. “How’d I do?”
Dolly’s mouth gaped and her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. “Girl, you’re gonna give Kevlar some competition, and he’s the best shot in the club.”
The three walked to the targets and he scratched his forehead, his black beanie sliding up. Jupiter pierced the bullseye ten out of eighteen times, the last eight straying to the inner circle.
“Holy shit.” He met her gaze and she shrugged sheepishly. “Where’d you learn to shoot like that?”
“My brother mostly.” She grabbed another magazine and slid it into place, the act so fluid, Rubble could’ve sworn she’d been doing it her whole life. “It’s been quite a while since I shot.” A lonely smile crossed her cheeks. “I guess some things kinda stay with you.”
Rubble nodded. He knew full well that was true. But, what exactly did Jupiter mean by it? The wind whipped at their faces, and he pulled his beanie a little lower over his forehead. While Dolly raved over Jupiter’s success, Rubble was content with watching the interaction.
Some things did stay with a person, and he had a feeling Jupiter was one he didn’t want to miss out on. Suddenly, hurrying back to the garage didn’t seem so important. He had a better way to spend his afternoon.
CHAPTER11
JUPITER
Bubbles jumbledin Jupiter’s stomach the entire next day. She’d met Yasmina only minutes ago and already loved her. Now it was time to open the front doors. She wasn’t sure what to expect. No one loitered outside, which was not uncommon in the chilly Colorado temperatures.
Unlocking the door first, she carefully flicked on the Open sign, then hurried back to the register. Yasmina was baking up a storm in the kitchen behind her. The display case held savory treats and sweet confections made in the early morning. Jupiter ran her green-eyed gaze along the delicately formed and iced works of edible art. They were truly as heavenly as the name of their shop indicated.
The bell above the door clanged and she straightened to greet their first visitor. The jitters in her belly only doubled at the sight of Rubble. He wore his typical black beanie with an MC patch, jeans, and leather jacket. Her focus shot to his cap. She’d seen the plethora of tattoos on his skull, each one depicting a story. If she weren’t so chicken, she’d ask about them, but going off the way he easily diverted the conversation to something else when personal questions came up, Jupiter opted against it. If the man wanted to share, he would.
“Good morning.” She tried to make it sound cheery, but her voice cracked.
Rubble gave her a slight nod. “Mornin’.” He inhaled and glanced around. “Something smells scrumptious.”
“Oh, that’s the raspberry tartlets. Yasmina took them out of the oven a few minutes ago.” She adjusted the small sign that saidfreshly made dailyon the counter, not knowing what to do with her hands. Opening day was important for a new business and she didn’t want to let Queenie down.
“Just relax. People will come.” He moved past her, hanging up his jacket on the coat rack. “Are there security cameras?”
Jupiter almost laughed at the swift change from encouraging to professional. “One facing the register.” She pointed to the small camera in the corner.
Walking over, Rubble examined the camera, then pulled out his phone. “I’ll sync it to my cell so I get the live feed when I’m not here.” He glanced around. “Is there a break room or office where I can set up? Don’t want to linger.” He cleared his throat. “I may scare away potential customers.”
Frowning, Jupiter noticed the tinge of embarrassment flicker on his face. It was gone the next second. “Because of your height?”
His mismatched eyes met hers. “Mostly the tattoos.” He pulled off the cap and chuckled. “They’re not for everyone.”
“That’s dumb. You should be proud.”
He lifted his left brow and slowly reviewed her form. “Oh yeah?”
“Mhm.”
