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Had I been that obvious?
I couldn’t get Blakely out of my head. Sex wasn’t enough. That was proven when I called her to come to the clubhouse. I didn’t take her inside—merely fucked her in the front seat of the truck. But I hadn’t wanted her to leave.
That’d been three nights ago. And my craving for her was only getting stronger. And making me moody as fuck.
“Tell Babe not to worry,” I told Arlo as I opened the file cabinet to put away some invoices.
“That—that right fucking there,” Arlo snapped, pointing a finger at me. I frowned at him. What the hell had I done this time? “You never use road names if we’re at home.” He closed the office door and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest. “Talk to me, Jax.”
Irritation swam through my veins, and my body tensed. I slammed the file cabinet drawer shut with a loud bang, glaring at him. “I’m getting real fucking sick and tired of everyone being up in my goddamn shit,” I growled at him. “Back the fuck off, Arlo.”
“No,” he bit back at me. “We’re family, and we don’t let each other suffer, Jax. All that silent suffering shit you did when we were younger isn’t happening anymore. Fucking talk to me.” I opened my mouth to shout at him to fuck off. “Is it a woman?”
My mouth snapped shut, my teeth clacking together with the force. Swallowing thickly, my skin prickled. I was cornered, and I didn’t fucking like it.
“Jax,” Arlo said, his tone softening, “if it’s a woman, it’s okay. Just breathe, yeah? Tell me what’s going on.”
“Don’t pull that sweet Daddy shit on me,” I rasped. Arlo had a Daddy kink, and helovedto go all Daddy on us when we were being stubborn or lashing out.
Arlo’s lips quirked at the corners, amusement shining in his eyes. “You can talk to me, Jax.”
I scrubbed my hands down my face before tugging roughly at my beard. The pain settled me, and my heart rate slowed a little. “It’s a woman,” I finally told him. “An escort.”
“You did a repeat with her?” Arlo asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, uh… three times.”
“Fuck, brother.” He shook his head. “She’s under your skin, ain’t she?”
I dropped into my desk chair with a heavy sigh. “She’s flowing through my goddamn veins at this point,” I told him honestly. “I don’t know what the fuck to do. She’s into the same shit I am, Arlo.” Arlo was well aware of my darker tastes. Hell, he was the one who got me Evangeline’s contact info and put me in with Hooked. “When she’s with me, everything feels right. And without her… I feel lost.”
“So actively pursue her,” he said in a duh tone as if anything in my life ever seemed that damn simple.
A scowl twisted my features. “And how the fuck do you propose I do that, jackass?” I retorted, my hackles rising. Arlo simply arched a brow at me. “I’m a fucking criminal—barely out of prison,” I reminded him. “And she’s a fucking hooker.”
Arlo shrugged. “Sounds like a match made in heaven to me.”
He ducked when I threw a pen at him. “Fuck you.”
He snorted. “Not my type, but thanks for the offer.” I laughed softly, some of my frustration dying away. Arlo leaned his hip against my desk and peered down at me, his bulky arms crossed over his chest. “Pick up that damn phone,” he nodded his head at my desk, “and ask her out. You don’t even have to call her if that’s too much. Just tell her you want a date with her, set up a day and time, and leave it at that.”
My Adam’s apple bobbed as I swallowed. I grabbed my phone off my desk and unlocked it before clicking on my text thread with her. If I didn’t do it now with Arlo standing over me, I would never have the balls to do it. Because asking her to come see me for a quick fuck was a lot easier than asking her to go out with me so we could get to know each other.
Jax:I want to go on a date with you.
Blakely:Well, hello to you, too, sunshine. I’d love to go on a date with you.
My lips tilted up, and my muscles relaxed.Sunshine. Fuck, I hoped that stuck because oddly, I liked it, even if she was being sarcastic as fuck.
Jax:Are you available Saturday night at seven?
Blakely:For you, I’ll always be available. What should I wear?
Jax:Whatever you want. I’m not good at this shit.
Blakely:I know you’re not, which makes this extra special. I’ll see you Saturday, sunshine.
I set my phone down and leaned back in my chair, staring up at the ceiling. “Well?” Arlo impatiently asked.
