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“I’ll bet Jupiter would enjoy watching you kick some arse.”
He chuckled. Her lithe Irish accent was almost worth the bullets she caused last summer. “I doubt that very much. Jupiter and violence don’t mix.” He licked his lips, almost tasting the woman he couldn’t get out of his head. “Which means Jupiter and Macha don’t mix.”
Laying a hand on his arm, Isa shook her head. “I thought that once too, Rubble. Then I met Doc, and everything changed.” Her eyes took on a faraway gleam. “I love this club but not nearly as much as I love the man who showed me I was meant to be alongside him in it.”
“No offense, Isa, but Jupiter isn’t an MC princess.” He met her eyes and recognized the fire there. “Has she told you about her ex—er—soon to be ex?”
“No, but I can guess.” Isa’s face shadowed and she huddled closer to him to block the wind. “I saw the bruises and how she reacts to some of the members.”
“Then you know she needs to be as far away from us as possible. Macha is my life, but it doesn’t need to be hers.”
Doc’s truck pulled up to the clubhouse and Isa waved at him. “You Macha men think you know what’s best for women to keep us safe. It’s aggravating.” She rolled her eyes. “But also sweet.” She hugged him lightly. “Just once, let us make our own decisions. Jupiter will make the one best for her. I know I did.”
Rubble helped Isa to the truck and opened the door. He nodded at Doc, who was recently back from running errands to the mayor’s office. Once the truck left the parking lot, Rubble tossed the cigarette butt in the snow and checked the time. He had fifteen minutes before meeting with Nikita and the local sheriff. Keeping the town and Macha safe was his club priority. He’d check in on Jupiter and the bakery afterwards.
He hurried through the snow to the garage. All the motorcycles sat lonely in the back room. Fingers itching to use one, he kept walking. The snow wouldn’t last forever, and he’d be on the open road once more. He grabbed a set of keys from his office. For now, he’d settle for the jacked-up Chevy he recently finished for a client in Denver. He’d freighter it next week, but one of the perks of working in the garage was test driving the vehicles. Jupiter would stay on the back burner for the next few hours. There’d be time to sort out the kisses they shared the night before. He’d make sure of it.
* * *
The crowd at Booze& Tattoos wasn’t overly rambunctious, but Rubble kept his eyes peeled for trouble. He couldn’t help it. Sitting in the corner of the bar, back to the wall, he scanned the tourists mingling with Snowshoers. Security was second nature to him after years in the military, not to mention his MMA and foster care days.
A burst of cold air touched him, and he swung his gaze to the tattoo parlor attached. Hawk greeted a customer covered in ink that was no doubt done by the artist himself. Turning back around, Rubble noticed the music shifted from country to rock. A group of ladies circled the small dance floor, their faces all smiles as they laughed.
A little part of his stomach jumped at the sight. They were so carefree. Not a worry in the world while they danced to a late ’90s song. There’d never been such a time for Rubble. For as long as he could remember, he was on the defense. Getting drunk and having a night out wasn’t in his memory bank.
“Need a refill, Rubble?”
His attention shifted to the nymph wearing tight jeans and a shirt that showed off her flat stomach and solid C-cup breasts. The fact that his dick didn’t jump at the sight of her worried him. Shaking his head curtly, he held his breath until the nymph left his purview. He needed to sink his dick in a wet pussy ASAP, but the club girl did nothing for him.
Surveying the nymphs at the bar, he grew increasingly aggravated when none of them even made his dick twitch. He stood and started his quarter-hourly stroll around the bar. Sure, they had a bouncer—one of the prospects—but protection was too embedded in Rubble’s nature to leave it to someone else.
Doc and Snoop entered from the side door. Doc jutted his chin in Rubble’s direction before heading toward the club’s usual booth. Rubble would circle back to them shortly.
“Hey, big guy. You look like you could handle two girls,” a woman called, grabbing his arm. Her equally intoxicated friend pressed against him, repeating the threesome offer.
“Not tonight, ladies,” he said, brushing off their wandering hands. He pushed through the crowd, grateful neither one followed. He just wasn’t feeling a drunken hookup tonight.
When his eyes latched onto the woman who had recently stepped foot inside, the other women in the bar disappeared. Sandwiched between Nikita and Dolly stood Jupiter Quinn. Black jeans hugged her long legs. His mind immediately went to how they’d feel wrapped around his waist. She turned and he held his breath at the perfect way the pants gripped her ass. His dick was at full attention, and he hadn’t even looked at the rest of her outfit yet. The people around him swayed to the music, but Rubble’s feet were rooted to the spot. A deep crimson long-sleeved shirt and knee-high boots had him ready to toss her over his shoulder and swat her very spankable ass.
“You might wanna pick your jaw off the floor before she gets over here,” Brewer teased, an empty tray under his arm.
Torn from Jupiter’s inadvertent spell, Rubble looked at the redheaded man. “Yeah, um, good idea.”
Brewer laughed his way back behind the bar. Rubble hated how a woman could have such a powerful effect on him. He shook his head.Nah, I like it. That’s the problem.
“Hey, Rubble, how’s it going?”
Closing the distance between him and the group of Macha women, he offered Dolly and Nikita nods. “Good.”
He focused his attention on Jupiter. Her keen green eyes took in the bar’s ambiance until her attention landed on him. “You look really nice.”
Dolly chortled and linked her arm through Nikita’s. “Okay, we can take a hint. Jupiter, when you’re done with this brute, come find us.”
Jupiter’s face turned a dark pink, but she didn’t shy beneath his gaze. “Thanks. We stopped by the boutique and Isa hooked me up with some new clothes. She has amazing taste. I might have to buy an entire wardrobe from her.”
He had to physically hold himself back from touching her. Every inch of him wanted to caress her soft skin and brush back the short hair from her face. Patience was what she needed, not him mauling her. “Yeah, Isa’s got a good eye for detail.”
She shifted on her feet, and he inwardly smacked himself for acting the dumbstruck fool. “You want a drink?”
