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He placed a finger over her mouth, the look in his eyes telling her he’d much rather put his lips there. “I’m not a good guy either. I’m not him, but I’ve done some bad shit. You deserve more. You deserve better than a rough-and-tumble biker.”
Jupiter slowly digested his words. He wasn’t wrong. She hardly knew him. Hell, she’d arrived only a week ago. She wasn’t thinking clearly. Kissing Rubble was a mistake. She inwardly shook her head.No, I wanted to do that when I saw him.There was something about him that made her trust he wouldn’t hurt her.
Straightening her shoulders, she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. She didn’t have to wait for him to react. He was there in an instant, lips devouring her. Lust floored her once more, the desire too powerful to be diminished.
“Don’t make me throw this beer on you,” a voice teased from down the hall.
Jupiter gasped, but Rubble didn’t seem put off in the least. He kept a strong arm around her waist and lazily glanced over to the intruder. Dolly stood with a shit-eating grin on her face, a plate of cookies in one hand and a beer in the other.
“Hot from the oven. Better grab a few before I give them to the vultures.” Dolly smirked, her bright blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
Rubble glanced down at Jupiter and offered her a small smile. “Come on. Might as well see what club life is like after being cooped up in your room.”
Legs still shaky from their kisses, she held tight to Rubble as they made their way to the large living space where the rest of the club members, their old ladies, and nymphs were teasing and laughing. It didn’t take Jupiter long to see why the club was a lot like a family. What she liked the best was the way Rubble kept her close by. Not always touching, but he was always within reaching distance. It brought a warm flutter to her heart and a worrying ache to her belly.
* * *
Later that night,Jupiter lay in bed, a contented grin on her face. She’d joshed with nearly every member of Macha into the early morning hours. Hawk flirted more than the rest, but Brewer was right behind him. They stopped shortly after Rubble sat next to her on the couch. It was some sort of silent warning. At least that’s what she assumed, since the two men were less flirty toward her from that moment forward.
She rolled over and tucked the excess blanket between her legs. Ignoring the kisses she and Rubble shared was the hardest part of the night. Never would she have guessed the tall, burly man with a wild beard and piercing eyes would be a gentleman.
Sighing, she thought back to their exchange. His lips caused enough mayhem that she imagined them caressing her again. If she invited him in at the end of the night when he walked her to the room, he might’ve said yes.Maybe.Rubble was a mystery. One she wanted to learn more about.And since he’s with us tomorrow at the bakery, I’ll ask.
She flipped to her back as a buzzing sound came from the side table. The new text from Lyle made her cringe. He was drunk and horny. It was always the same. This one was a brag about how much fun he was having.I know what that means.He wasn’t alone. It should’ve hurt, but it didn’t. Not after all the shit he’d done over the years.
Jupiter powered down the phone and turned her thoughts back to Rubble.I wonder what his real name is.The club names were as sacred as their patron, Macha, herself. Bikers earned their names. She was pleased to discover that hearing the origin stories were her favorite conversations to have. Even if she didn’t stay in Snowshoe, she’d take a piece of it with her. Stories were everything. Macha was evidence of that.
A small part of her worried about what would happen if Lyle found her early. If his men tracked her down and they managed to drag her back to hell. A gust of wind shook the window, and a tremble ran through her body.
Maybe telling Rubble more about the situation is a good idea.She’d ask Queenie in the morning. For the time being, sleep was quickly closing in, bringing with it the revolving dream about Rubble and the other incredulous things his tongue could do to her body. She snuggled closer into the bedding, a nighttime smile on her lips for the first time in years.
CHAPTER14
RUBBLE
“And you’re surethis information is accurate?”
Cradling his cell phone against his shoulder, Rubble pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The leisurely afternoon snow settled on his black beanie and dusted his leather jacket.
“Yep, the Cutthroats are voting on a new Prez this week.”
He took a long drag and watched the steady traffic drive into Snowshoe. The games began the next morning, and crowds were already gathering for the opening ceremony. It was the ideal time for their rivaling club to make a shit show.
“All right, thanks, buddy. Next time you’re in town, I’ll buy the first round.”
The man on the other end of the call snorted. “You know I don’t leave the beach unless I have to.”
Nodding, Rubble knew it to be true. His old friend from foster home days had done well for himself, albeit illegally. He disconnected and shoved his free hand in his pocket. The duties of sergeant at arms weren’t always fun, but he enjoyed the consistency of bad people being, well, bad. The Greenback Cutthroats in the next town over had finished licking their wounds after the ass whooping Macha gave them a few months prior, thanks to the FBI’s help. The Cutthroats wouldn’t ever disappear. Not completely. It was one of the constants. Typically, if a club was beaten, they either healed up or joined with another until they were great once more.
“You shouldn’t smoke.”
Rubble glanced to his left and noticed Isa walking toward him, all bundled up in a bright blue bubble coat and matching thermal leggings. She waddled more and more with every passing day. It’d been some time since he cared about one of the old ladies in the club. After years in the foster system with shitty moms, most rubbed him the wrong way. Isa, on the other hand, could light up a room by walking into it.
“And you shouldn’t be out in the cold.” He nodded to her belly. “Where you off to so early?”
Isa pushed her long braid behind her back. “The boutique of course. It’ll be busy today with so many visitors to Snowshoe.” A peculiar expression covered her face, and her hand grazed the swell of her stomach. “Ach, I swear this baby is kickboxing in there.” She grinned at him. “Speaking of, when’s the club hosting another MMA fight?”
Rubble blew smoke away from Isa. “Dunno. Hasn’t come up at church.”
