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“You don’t need to worry about that right now. The Hawks will help,” Jason says reassuringly. “You’re one of us. We take care of each other.”
“I appreciate that; thank you,” I reply, opening my arms as he leans down to hug me.
Jason’s cologne fills my airways, and it calms me. Not only do the Hawks look out for one another, but the mysterious biker who pulled me out of the fire must be a guardian angel that was sent down from heaven to watch over me. His identity remains to be seen. I wish he could have stuck around long enough for Jason to arrive, but maybe he didn’t want to be questioned by cops. Maybe he was worried Sheriff Dan would think he had something to do with it. For all I know, there’s another vigilante out there protecting the good people of Mountview.
A phone rings. It isn’t mine. Jason pulls away and looks at the screen, his brows pinched as he frowns. He hasn’t swiped to reject the call like he usually does whenever he can’t be bothered to answer. It’s one of those rare occasions when he steps outside to answer it, and that pisses me off. I try not to show it as he comes back, shoving his phone inside his jacket pocket like everything’s fine.
“I got some good news and some bad news, Peaches,” Jason says, not meeting my gaze. “The bad news is that you’re not going home until tomorrow. Doctor’s orders. And the good news is I’m gonna confront that fucker, Marcus Jackal, tonight.”
My heart jolts with shock, and I sit up in bed. “Oh, and that’s not a coincidence?” I glare at Jason. “You’re going after Marcus, and you’ve told the doctor to keep me in one more night.”
This triggers Jason’s annoyance, and his eyes flash into a pointed stare. “Damn right you’re staying here where it’s safe,” he’s quick to answer, jabbing his finger at the floor. “Don’t you dare even think about discharging yourself, or so help me, you won’t sit for a month by the time I’m through with you.”
It takes me an awful amount of restraint not to react to his alpha male rant because I know it will only escalate matters, and this is not the time nor the place to argue. I’m aware of the other patients in the ward outside this room, and I’m sure they don’t want to hear me being spanked or castigated by an overprotective biker. It’s unfair to disturb their peace when I know this is an argument I’ll never win. So, I sit here and keep my mouth shut, plotting silently and secretly around his rules just to appease his stupid male ego. There’s no point fueling his fire with more anger. And probing him for questions will only rile him up. So, I do neither. Instead, I pull on his heartstrings, putting my best acting abilities to good use, pretending to be wounded by his comment, taking my mind to a sad place where people are cruel to little puppies so the tears in my eyes seem genuine. And it works. The first ragged intake of breath is enough to make Jason stop mid-rant to console me. It’s nice when he cuddles and reassures me. I would rather him pepper me with sweet kisses than scowl at me with contempt. I blink once, and hot tears roll down my cheeks. Someone better hand me an Oscar. I’m playing Jason Knight like a fiddle, and he doesn’t even know it.
“Aw, come on. Don’t do that, Peaches,” Jason says, fussing around me. “I’m sorry I yelled.”
I wipe my eyes with my hands. “I think you should go.”
“Peaches.” Jason tries to cuddle me tighter, but I refuse to let him hold me.
He lets go, visibly upset by this.
“I don’t think I can do this,” I say, my voice straining with emotion.
Jason blanches, his expression freezing with dread. “What are you talking about? You’re my girl. I fuckin’ love you.”
He forces his way onto the bed, and I have no choice other than to move over to accommodate him. It’s either that or he’ll scoop me up and haul me onto his lap, and I’m not wearing panties beneath my nightdress.
“You keep secrets from me, and I’m just supposed to accept it,” I complain, letting him snuggle against me, wrapping his arms around me, which I allow him do this time. “But if I kept things from you, you’d go all caveman on my ass.”
Jason involuntarily chuckles at my comment. He must know it’s inappropriate to laugh by the way he quickly recovers from it. I’m supposed to be mad at him, and he wants to redeem himself. “Baby, your ass is off limits until you’re fully healed. I said I’d take care of you, so please don’t fight me on this.”
I can feel Jason’s heart thumping wildly in his chest against my cheek. Is he afraid of losing me, or is there something else rattling him?
“I’ve got a gut feeling there’s something else you’re not telling me,” I mention, feeling his posture stiffen. “Just tell me what it is. I promise I won’t do anything stupid, but I need to know. Are you planning to kill Marcus? Is that what you mean by confronting him? Are you planning a biker gang standoff?”
The imagery in my head shows Jason and Marcus standing back-to-back and walking twenty paces, the winner being the fastest gunslinger in the ghetto. But this isn’t like one of those old western movies that my dad likes to watch. This is real. I’m not even sure how bikers like to settle their disputes, but I can imagine it involves violence. I trust Jason. God knows I do. But Marcus Jackal is a sly dog from what I’ve heard. He’ll probably take a cheap shot at Jason or have someone on standby to shoot him in the back.
Jason sighs with resignation. “Stop trying to guess. If I tell you what’s going down, it could blow everything. The less you know, the better.”
I lean up to give him the stink-eye. “Jason, this is not okay. Stop treating me like I’m Bodie’s little sister and start respecting me as your partner. I want to know because I care what happens to you.”
Jason slips his hand beneath my nightdress and walks his fingers along my thigh. “And I care ‘bout what happens to you too. For the record, I’ve never looked at you like Bodie’s kid sister,” he rasps, making me tingle in all the right places. Jason turns to get a better angle, his hot breath tickling my neck as his fingers reach my slit. “I’ve always had my eye on you ever since you flashed that big juicy peach at me in your gym skirt.”
“I thought you said I had a fat ass,” I grumble, even though what he’s doing feels so good.
“I said it was like a big, ripe, juicy peach,” Jason clarifies. “I couldn’t exactly say I wanted to bite it in front of Bodie now, could I?”
I huff a lazy smile. “What else are you supposed to do with peaches? You’re supposed to bite right into them.”
“That’s easy. You’re supposed to enjoy how goddamn juicy they are and savor the fuck out of them,” Jason replies, his octave dropping to a sensual husk, brushing his lips against my skin, the vibration of his voice humming against me.
Jason is using seduction as a distraction tactic, but if he thinks I’ll abandon my quest for answers, he’s dead wrong. It just means I’ll take whatever he gives me like the greedy girl I am, and then we’ll resume our talk later. This little stunt is only delaying the inevitable. He’ll come to learn that about me. One way or another, I always get my way.
“Hm, I prefer grapes over peaches. Same with plums. I always hate how messy they are,” I say, my voice fragile and breathy as Jason strokes between my folds, plunging a finger inside my pussy. “The way the juice rolls down my chin.” He drags a drenched digit through my slit and starts rimming my pebbled nub. “Then drips onto my chest, running straight between my tits and then soaking into my bra.”
Jason chuffs a soft laugh. “That’s the best part, making a mess and slurping those juices, then cleaning the droplets with my tongue.” His strokes send sparks to my pleasure receptors, making my stomach muscles clench.
