Page 12 of The Rage of Reading


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“I don’t date. I’ve not had one since university, which was a disaster. What are we doing, Jett?” I asked, summoning up blind courage and facing him head-on.

Jett didn’t give me a chance to think. His head bent to mine, a wicked smile crossed his lips, and his mouth slid across mine. Jett nibbled, teased my lips open, and took over the kiss as it ignited.

Our tongues duelled with each other, and my hands slid up Jett’s chest and into his hair. I pulled his hair tight, and Jett cupped the back of my head and angled the kiss deeper. And I thought my toes had curled before! I moaned, and Jett replied, pushing me back against the couch and half-covering my body with his heavy solid one.

Trying to get closer, I wriggled as Jett lifted his mouth from mine and dropped to my neck. I shuddered as Jett slowly kissed his way down. Who knew my throat was so sensitive? A heavy leg covered both of mine, and I felt a hard, tightly muscled thigh as I slid a hand down and around as I cupped his ass. Jett ground against me and, drifting kisses upwards, covered my mouth again.

Hands held my face gently, and I drowned in his smell and taste. Jett smelt wonderful, man and spice. A hand slid up my thigh to my waist and then slid under my tee. Jett didn’t move his hand to my breast as I expected him to. But instead, spread it wide, heating my flesh as his thumb drew lazy circles under my ribs.

“Honey,” Jett murmured huskily, “you’re still a virgin, aren’t you?” I stiffened under his hands, pulled my head away, and glanced to the side. Was it that obvious I didn’t know what I was doing? A red-hot flush crept up my neck, and I felt tears.

“Hey, look at me, Sin,” Jett said, forcefully but gently turning my face back to him.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise my ineptitude showed so much,” I whispered, ashamed. Jett’s eyes flashed in anger, and he bent his head and gave me another panty-melting kiss. Damn, Jett, I wanted him to leave so I could curl up in a ball and cry.

“I asked honey because I didn’t wanna hurt you. If this carried on, I was gonna be inside you, fuckin’ you hard within minutes. Gotta slow this down, or you won’t be a virgin in five minutes. Driving me mad with those little moans and sighs,” Jett drawled and nipped my bottom lip. I stared at him with huge eyes, and Jett smiled slightly bitterly and shifted away from me. Hey, I was okay with that suggestion!

I felt cold and instantly bereft as Jett’s body warmth left me. Jett sank his elbows onto his knees and tilted his head into his hands. He seemed to struggle with something, and I straightened my tee and pulled myself into a small ball. Jett lifted his head and looked at me.

“I’m not my brothers.” Whatever I was expecting, it wasn’t that.

“Okay,” I said in puzzlement.

“Some of my brothers were involved in getting the club clean. They did shit they didn’t see a clear path from. It haunts them and keeps them from forming bonds. Don’t have that baggage. Got my own shit, but not that.

“A couple of my brothers who ain’t got an old lady bang anything with a pulse. Not me, Sin. Sure, I’ve had women when I’ve had an itch, but I’m not a man whore, as Phoe calls them. Been looking for my own Phoe, my own Marsha, and I think I found her. But you see, she’s skittish,” Jett broke off and reached out and touched my face gently.

“She’s beautiful but doesn’t know it. Girl’s brave but thinks she’s a coward. She’s intelligent and shy, and she’s fuckin’ funny. She doesn’t see this shit, so I gotta go slow and reveal it to her, show her what a freaking miracle she is in my eyes.

“Teach her she can have exactly what she wants and not fear reaching for it, ‘cause if someone slaps her back, they will get my fist in their face. Should I fall, there’ll be a brother behind me to take my spot and another and then another, prove to her what Rage got to offer her.”

“Seems to me you’re offering her a lot. What’s she giving you?” I asked softly.

“Everything I dreamed of. That’s what she’s going to give me, everything I dreamed of and told I wasn’t worth. See, in her eyes, I’ve not known her long, but she feels me, sees something in me that I want her to keep seeing.”

“Jett, we are talking about me?” I asked, making sure. Jett threw his head back and roared with laughter. Jett’s shoulders shook. He laughed so hard he dragged me across and curled me into his side.

“Yeah, honey, it’s you. Cute and fuckin’ funny,” Jett said, dropping a kiss on my head when he finally stopped laughing. Well then!

“What does this mean?” I asked cautiously. I needed Jett to spell it out so there could be no misconstruing anything or me taking something for granted.

“Means I’m going to date you. Be interesting, as I never dated before.”

“Never?” Jett shook his head.

“Never. Clicked my fingers, and they came running. Gotta learn how to date a lady,” Jett mused as I scowled. That hit a chord. I didn’t like how Jett got women in the past. Jett was mine!

“Will you have other women if we date?” I asked softly. I wasn’t a fan of sharing him. Jett gave me a ferocious frown.

“What did I say? Claiming you, woman, which means you’re claiming me. No one else for either of us. Especially you. The idea of being the only man to be between your legs makes me fuckin’ harder than nails, Sin.”

“Jett!” I exclaimed, blushing deep red again; he chuckled and let me go.

“Put a movie on, woman. Otherwise, you’re going to be flat on your back, and my control is hanging on by a thread,” Jett muttered. He adjusted an enormous erection in his jeans. I picked out one of my favourites, The Pirate Movie, and listened to Jett chuckle at the old movie.

Chapter Three.

The next day, I was curled up in the armchair opposite the Dickens window with a massive mug of hot chocolate in front of me. My laptop was balanced precariously on my lap. The store was open, and while still earlyish, it was only half-past nine. The shop was bouncing. Penny had recruited a friend to man the counters while she cooked. Reid had apparently agreed to this without my knowledge.

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