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“It’s too much.”
“Tell them to back off.”
The scowl Jester unleashes digs its way past my armor and sinks deep into my bones. I nearly crumble under the weight of such anger. For a second, I’m aware I can’t tame this man. He’s going to want what he wants.Whyever would he bend to my needs?If we come down to a battle of wills, I’m weak, and he’s an unbreakable force.
Yet, I refuse to give up, even if he’s scaring the shit out of me. That’s why I ask, “Want to go for a ride?”
Jester glances around and then scowls at me. “With who?”
“Me?” I ask weakly.
I can’t help wondering if he’d rather ride with his old friends. I know they’re dying to ride with him, even if he’s in a shitty mood.
Jester blinks rapidly as if his brain is about to overheat. The rage drains from his face as his gaze washes over me. Breathing easier now, he nods.
“Are my hogs in running order?”
Annoyance breaks through my earlier fear. “How many times did I promise to take them out on the road to keep them purring?”
“Yeah, but people lie when they know you can’t test the truth,” he mutters and looks around as if he’s surrounded by enemies.
Standing up, I rest my hand on his chest to draw his attention back to me. His gaze goes too sharp, and his breathing speeds up. Having triggered something wicked in him, I consider removing my hand.
“I don’t know what prison is like,” I say softly, keeping my hand put and planning to run for my dad nearby if Jester flips out. “I can’t understand how being locked up for seven years feels. But I still think you’re acting like a punk-ass fool.”
Jester stops eye-fucking me and laughs in that rough, almost mocking way.
That’s when he suddenly notices Aqua and Jelly Bean. I know he doesn’t really remember Aqua. She wasn’t around long before he went to prison. But I talk about her constantly, so he probably feels like he knows her life, from her shitty parents to her love for Jelly Bean to the baby they’re having with Smoke’s jizz donation. I’ve gossiped plenty about my bestie.
“Are you done eating?” he asks, sounding like everyone is on his last fucking nerve.
“Yes.”
“Prove my bikes are in running order.”
I visualize myself walking to his townhome, where his bed is located only a short distance from his motorcycles.
“How about you go get your favorite hog and ride back here? Mine is parked out back. We can ride around and let you breathe free air.”
When Jester steps closer, I become very aware of his size in comparison to mine.
“I want you on the back of my bike, not riding next to me,” he says in a rough voice.
I imagine my arms wrapped around Jester as we ride his hog. When I was a teenager, that was my horniest dream. But I’m now a grown woman and his club sister. Before my resolve can crack, I glance at Aqua to give me a silent pep talk. My gaze then flashes to the only chick founding member.
Ominous knows where my head is at, so she gives me her best “fuck all men” expression. I get a jolt of confidence from their chick support.
“If you want me to act like an old lady,” I tell Jester as I poke his chest, “you’ve got to wine and dine me.”
“Yeah, I’m not doing that. You know what this is. We haven’t been subtle in a long fucking time.”
Jester isn’t wrong. I’ve been acting as if we were dating for the last seven years. I’ve been all-in with Jester since day one. I never once sniffed around any other guys.
However, I still poke his rock-hard chest and repeat, “Wine and dine. Until then, you can ride with me as your fellow club member.”
Jester glances around the room, where people wait for him to do something. He’s acting weird. His vibe is hostile. Papa Bear looks ready to pounce if Jester gets aggressive with me.
When I feel Jester about to say something cruel, I press my index finger to his lips. “I will absolutely fucking cry if you hurt my feelings. I can’t be tough when it comes to you.”
