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And one more for good measure.
She shivered against his mouth.
When he drew away to admire the dazed look in her eyes, she whispered, “W-what was that for?”
“When I leave and you think about this afternoon, I want you to have something good to think about first.”
“Oh.” The cutest fucking flush rose on her cheeks.
She licked her lips as though savoring his taste, and he had to force himself to keep from throwing her down on the floor and ravishing her. Something had to give or his dick would get him in trouble.
“That was nice, but I already had the ice cream to think about.” She blinked at him with an innocent smile.
That did it. Jinx laughed so loud she jumped. Her giggle was the best thing he’d heard in ages. He felt like he’d won a prize when she gave him these little glimpses of the woman hiding beneath the layers of pain and guilt. One day, she would live life to the fullest, and he planned to be there to see it.
His new mission in life was to make Harper realize how incredible she was and how much she deserved happiness.
And if he could help her achieve that happiness while naked?
All the fucking better.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“HEY, PREZ, YOU got a minute?” Jinx asked into his phone as he sat astride his bike.
After his trip to Harper’s apartment, he had a five-hour shift at the tire shop. Once that was finished, he headed to the clubhouse to speak with his president.
“What’s up?” Curly replied.
“Gotta run something by you, but I’d like to do it in person. You in the clubhouse?”
“I’m with Spec. We’re chatting with… a new friend.”
Certain things weren’t said over the phone. Things like, “We’re beating the fuck out of someone connected to Lobo.” But Jinx didn’t need the words. He could read between the lines.
A spark of energy zipped through him. After the heavy emotions of watching a woman he wanted relive her pain, getting his hands dirty sounded like a nice way to round out his day. “Spec up for sharing the fun?”
“Well, he’s a selfish fucker, but I bet he’d let you get a shot or two in.”
Jinx chuckled as he imagined Spec throwing a toddler tantrum over having to share his toy.
“You know where to find us.”
Yes, he did. “On my way.”
He hung up and strode over to a shed where the club kept several ATVs. With the amount of property they had, the four-wheelers were often the quickest way to get from point A to point B, especially when point B was the newly finished shack to be used for these very reasons.
Not long ago, the club realized they needed a secure, private place to conduct chats with certain individuals they didn’t want in the clubhouse or around the ladies. One weekend, they whipped up a quick shack deep in the property where prying eyes couldn’t see.
After a few moments of rough riding across the club’s farm property, he parked the ATV beside the two others already outside the shack. The whomp of a fist smacking flesh followed by a pained grunt was the first sound to greet his ears after he killed the engine.
With a grin of anticipation that probably made him look psychotic, he rapped on the door. “It’s Jinx.”
The lock snicked, followed by the door swinging in. Curly moved to the side, revealing an unhappy-looking dude tied to a chair with his head lolling to the side. Spec stood in front of him, knuckles bloody and eyes shooting fire.
“Well, shit, I really am late to the party. Who’s the guest of honor?” Jinx asked as he stepped into the building.
Curly wasted no time securing the door behind them. Chances were slim someone would wander onto the property and happen upon them, but slim meant there was still a chance, so no unnecessary risks would be taken.
Spec’s attention swung his way. He had a feral, on-the-edge-of-control glint in his eyes Jinx rarely saw since the enforcer got together with Liv. Before she came into his life, Spec had no limit on the depths of his rage and violence. Liv stabilized him, but the wild animal still lurked just beneath the surface. It seemed today was the day he broke free.
“Liv saw this fucker five times in the last three days.” The words were snarled, exactly what Jinx would expect from an untamed beast.
Nothing else needed to be said. That one sentence fully explained Spec’s vicious chat with his new friend. “Oh shit.” Jinx barked out a laugh. He walked over to the chair, grabbed the guy’s hair, and yanked his head up. Two black eyes greeted him, along with a shitload of blood. “Stalking this crazy fucker’s woman is up there in the top three stupidest things you can do. But I guess you know that now.” He glanced at the battered face. “Oh, Spec, I think there’s a spot here without any blood or bruising. Mind if I take care of that for you?”
