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A jolt of lust spun low in her belly, the night before flashing in her mind. It wasn’t merely sex or even fucking. They shared a deep connection every time their bodies came together as one. She shivered at the thought. Such a bond terrified her. She’d never felt it with anyone before Rubble. Somehow, the tough man delicately tore down her defenses until she unabashedly trusted him.
Light streamed in through the window beneath the half-drawn shades. Snowflakes fell leisurely outside, reminding her the day ahead would be another cold one. Walking to the dresser, she pulled out a drawer and found a fresh set of clothes. Most of hers were upstairs, but Doc’s old lady had dropped off a few sets of clothes from the club shop the night before. She’d make do with the leather pants and shirt that had both been designed by Isa.
Holding up the red long-sleeved shirt with a small Macha emblem on the left breast, Jupiter smiled. It didn’t look like much, but the fabric would be warm enough for a day outside in the elements. It was one of the benefits Isa’s clothing line boasted, and one tourist bought into daily.
Jupiter pulled on a pair of Rubble’s sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt before tiptoeing to the community bathroom down the hall. Forty minutes later, she stepped outside and grinned at Yasmina waiting by the blue truck in the parking lot. Two of the club prospects were already in the back, mandated protection after the prior evening’s kerfuffle. She’d rather have Rubble or at least men she knew, but those club members had other tasks. They couldn’t babysit two women baking all day.
“You’re smiley this morning.”
Jupiter opened the passenger door and climbed inside. “Why wouldn’t I be? The snow is gorgeous, temperature in the double digits and—”
“You got some last night.”
Her cheeks flared. “Well, yeah.”
Starting the truck, Yasmina cranked the heat and let it idle. “I heard about what happened at the hotel.”
Jupiter slipped on a pair of gloves, the harsh temperature of the new day greeting her. “Nobody got hurt, did they? Rubble only told me bits and pieces.”
“To protect you, I’m sure.” Yasmina offered her a small smile. “The club men actually did have a few injuries, but they’re fine.” She warmed her hands in front of one of the vents. “These men are good, you know. They rescued me and many other women and children for no reason other than we needed help.”
“What kind of men do that?”
“Macha’s men.”
Nodding, Jupiter accepted the truth. Rubble’s clan was much more than men who liked to drink and ride motorcycles.They have a purpose.It was the one thing missing in her life. She’d never truly had one other than being Lyle’s trophy.
“Are you interested in any of the men?”
Yasmina shook her head. “Not my preference if you catch my drift.”
“Oh, shit, sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed.”
She waved a hand. “But to answer your question, there is one woman I like very much. She is sweet, tough, and the rowdiest woman I’ve ever met.”
Jupiter instantly knew who she meant. “Dolly.”
A pink blush crept across Yasmina’s cheeks. “Am I that obvious?”
“All Macha women are badasses, including you, so I did see a certain affinity but didn’t realize it was more than that.” Jupiter turned on the radio, Rock music softly filling the cab. “I guess I’ve been so involved with Rubble I haven’t noticed.”
“She’s usually busy with the nymphs; we don’t get a lot of time alone.” Yasmina’s pretty smile drooped. “I don’t even know if she would like to be with me.”
“Of course she would. You’re amazing.”
Yasmina shifted the truck into gear and they rumbled down the busy streets. “Thank you, but I don’t think I’m what she’s used to.”
Thinking back to when Jupiter saw a few of the Macha nymphs, she shifted in her seat. They were gorgeous, they had to be, but Yasmina was better than a sex doll. She had gumption and beauty that wouldn’t fade over the years.
“If you like her, tell her.”
“Yes, because that always works out.” Yasmina turned into the alleyway behind the bakery. “It’s easier to not say anything yet.” She offered Jupiter a smile. “I’ve lived without love for this long, I can do it a little more.”
The two prospects checked the alley before nodding. The women climbed out of the truck and unlocked the bakery door. “Don’t wait for life to happen, Yasmina. Because it won’t. You’ll keep reliving the same day until you’re old and bitter. Believe me, I know from personal experience.” One prospect held open the door while the other one walked inside. He returned moments later with a slight nod saying that his search was clean. Jupiter and Yasmina walked inside.
“You say these things and they make sense.” Yasmina flipped on the lights. “But I do not know if I have the courage.”
After placing her purse in the small office, Jupiter tied an apron around her waist. “You won’t know until you try.”
