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“Okay. Don’t wait on us. We’ll be home late.”
If at all. It was possible for them to just stay here all night long. Poor Myra needed a damn bed. But I wasn’t going to tell Agnes that. She knew what was best for her daughter and I didn’t have a say.
I kissed Myra on the head without waking her, then I headed toward the exit, passing most of the members.
They didn’t acknowledge me, and once I was outside, I scanned the parking lot for Jagger.
He was leaned against his bike with a girl in front of him and between his legs. His hands were on her ass as they made out, and when I approached them, I waited a second before clearing my throat.
Jagger broke the kiss and looked at me, then he grinned and moved his gaze to the girl. Tasha was her name.
“Sorry, babe, time to go.”
“But what about your blowjob?” Tasha asked with a pout.
“Another time.” He pushed her aside and held out his hand to me, and when Tasha turned around, she glared at me with a disgusted frown.
I gave her a tight smile. “Sorry,” I said quietly, being genuinely apologetic because of Jagger’s behavior toward her. It wasn’t my fault she was being treated this way, and even if I wanted to help and change the way these men treated women in this club, I had no chance.
Then again, Tasha and all the other women knew exactly what they were here for. They wanted to be here, and though I didn’t judge, I wasn’t going to stop them or tell them how much better off they’d be with men who weren’t psycho criminals.
Tasha sighed, then rushed off into the clubhouse, and I studied Jagger’s face with pursed lips. “You have lip gloss all over your face.”
He chuckled and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then he reached for me again, this time grabbing my elbow and pulling me to him. “Want me to stay the night?” he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist, and holding me close.
I shrugged. “Don’t you want to stay and be with the guys? You’ve been gone all day.”
“Yeah, and I’m exhausted. Need to sleep some.” He watched me closely, and when I didn’t speak, he added, “I need you in my arms tonight. Fender once again went against our plan and decided to start shit with a fucking gang over in Charleston. Need to get some shit off my mind.”
That meant one of two things. They either had a fist fight or they killed someone. I hoped it wasn’t the latter.
I took a deep breath and reached up to cup his face, then I smiled gently, tilting my head to one side. “Okay. I have to wake up early tomorrow, so I can’t stay up all night talking.”
He grinned. “That’s fine. You just fall asleep when you need to.”
We arrived at Woodrow’s ten minutes later, and Jagger left his bike outside in the driveway. We headed inside and upstairs, and while he got comfortable on the bed, I went into my bathroom to brush my teeth and change into my sleep shirt.
I stared at myself in the mirror after putting down my toothbrush and washing my face. I looked so much like my mother. I had her exact facial structure, same cheekbones. I had full lips, but I liked to chew on them when I was focused, which often left small bruises. They were gone after a day or two, so there was nothing to worry about.
I had the same straight nose as my mother. At least, hers looked straight on the photos I had of her. Our eyes were shaped the same, only the color was different.
It seemed that my father’s genes wanted to have a say in how I looked, but it must’ve been too late because all I got from him was one brown eye. Singular. Because my other eye was blue, just like my mother’s. I had heterochromia, meaning I had two different colored eyes. It never bothered me. On the contrary, it made me feel special and strong. Especially when I was little.
I put cream on my face because my skin liked to dry out after being washed, and once I pulled all my long, brown hair into a ponytail, I tied it and let it hang loose down my back.
I glanced at myself one last time, then I turned off the lights and walked over to my bedroom.
Jagger was shirtless and under the covers, and when his eyes met mine, he smiled and patted the spot next to him. “Took you long enough.”
I turned off the bedroom lights and walked over to the bed, crawling under the covers as he lifted them up.
He had gotten rid of his jeans as well, and I felt the warmth of his skin against mine as our legs touched.
“You’re cold,” he stated, pulling me closer to him.
“A little. I’ll warm up soon,” I promised him.
I turned onto my side to face him, and he pushed his right arm under my pillow so I could rest my head on it. His other hand curled around my right thigh, pulling it over his hips until I felt his crotch against mine. Jagger didn’t react to me the way he did to Tasha or other girls, and that was fine with me. He was my best friend, and I couldn’t lose him. Not after making a stupid decision and sleeping with him. That wouldn’t end good. At least not for me.
