Jagger reacted as if she’d slapped him, his body jerking back. He grabbed her shoulder, pulling her up and spinning her to face him. “That’s why you came here? You’re involved with fucking Bunny?”
She bit her lip but held his gaze. “We have a business arrangement, but first there was a matter of a debt to clear. If I win, the debt goes and we deal. I gave my word.”
His face contorted into a fierce scowl. “And if you lose?”
I have to suck his dick. The words danced on the tip of her tongue and she amused herself, imagining what would happen if she told him. But that wouldn’t be fair to Bunny. He didn’t deserve to die tonight. Instead, she said, “That’s between him and me.”
Wrong thing to say, judging from Jagger’s scowl. So she turned her back, lifted her cue, and made her call. It wasn’t going to be easy. The cue ball lay over a ball, and she would have to shoot the length of the table off angle. “One ball in the corner pocket.”
Jagger’s eyes widened. “You got a jacked-up shot there. You really think you can shoot off angle?”
Seizing on his curiosity, she smiled. “Watch.”
Her shot was perfect. The one ball slammed home and Cade whistled in appreciation.
Jagger curled his hand around her neck and pulled her close. “You’re mine means you don’t need to meet with people like Bunny. But you made a deal and you gave your word, so I’ll respect that. Finish your game. But I handle Bunny. He owes you, I collect. You owe him, I shoot him between the fucking eyes. Not doing this because I don’t think you can handle him. I know you can. But Bunny needs to understand we got your back.”
Every inch of her body protested his intent to take control of the situation, but she bit back her words, gritted her teeth, and nodded her agreement. Jagger wasn’t an ordinary man who might be cajoled or persuaded. Just like Viper, he was a king, used to giving orders and having them followed without question. She’d wrung a concession from him that Viper would never have given, and if she wanted to maintain her advantage, she would have to play the game.
“I like the part about shooting him between the eyes,” she said lightly, trying to hide the quaver in her voice. “Because I have a feeling, deal or no deal, word or not, you won’t be down with what I agreed to do if I lose.”
He brushed his knuckles over her cheek, and pleasure rippled down her spine. “Like it when you play nice, but don’t think for a second I wouldn’t drag you out of here and throw you on my bike if that’s what I want to do.” He held her gaze, his dark eyes burning into her soul. “I have reasons for letting you stay that have nothing to do with that smart sassy mouth.”
“You’re just dying to see me make the next shot.”
Jagger laughed and released her, then settled himself on a chair at the end of the pool table, legs spread, arms folded across his chest. All alpha. All the time.
Arianne looked over her shoulder and bit her lip. “What are you doing?”
“Watchin’ what’s mine.”
“This isn’t your ass, Jagger.”
The look he gave her, sensual, sinful, sent a wave of molten lava pounding through her veins. “You are mine, Arianne. And later, I’m gonna make sure you understand just what that means.”
THIRTEEN
Members may not involve old ladies in club business without prior consent of the president or they will get an ass-kicking.
Two nights after the incident at the pool hall, Jagger got a call that put an end to his plan to spend yet another night showing Arianne what it meant to be his.
Raw instinct burned inside him as he watched her fueling his bike. He’d been hard since met her at Banks Bar and treated her to a preview of what was to come against the brick wall at the back of the bar.
Entirely her fault. Usually he had no problem exercising restraint, but when his little minx had whispered in his ear all the naughty things she’d been fantasizing about all day and then let him feel just how wet those fantasies had made her, he had to have her right then. Up went the skirt. Off went the panties. Pop went the buttons on her blouse. And he’d taken her as rough and hard as she’d begged him to do. Yeah, he liked it dirty, but nothing turned him on more than a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to tell him.
She’d also let him know what she thought of his plan to let the prospects take her vehicle home from the parking lot behind Banks Bar, but he would only yield so far. He wanted her on his bike, her soft body tucked up against him. Safe from Viper and Axle, but not safe from him.