“Who said I’m lying to you?” I asked.
“I did,” he said. “You’re a fucking liar, sweetie.”
“How?”
“You really want to play this game?”
“I’m not playing…”
Jace broke away from me. He grabbed me by the hand and started to walk. I ran with him, flying through the house and down a hallway. When Jace turned and kicked open a door, he swung his arm, tossing me forward, right toward a bed. The sheets were messy and smelled of outlaw and sleep.
I caught myself with my hands on the bed and quickly turned.
Jace grabbed his jeans and opened them, showing me that the lines of sexy stomach muscle cut down into a V shape. I saw the hair trail from under his belly button down to his pubes. I swore for a second I caught sight of where his cock began. A thick root.
I was wet.
I shivered though.
I had never been so scared and turned on at the same time.
“Now,” Jace ordered. “Take those pants off, sweetie. Turn the fuck around. Bend over. You want to stay here? Show me how desperate you are.”
His eyes were on fire - green fire - as he stood there so beautifully defiant. I wasn’t the kind of person to just sleep around. I definitely wasn’t the kind of person to be in the bedroom of an outlaw taking his orders to strip and bend over.
But if this is what he wanted from me… and I’d get protection…
I touched my jeans. I slowly opened the button.
“Jace…”
“Shut up, sweetie,” he said. “You know what I want. I know what you want. So we meet halfway. Right now.”
Christ, I hadn’t even been in his house for thirty minutes yet…
I opened my jeans and started to push them down. I stopped when they were at my knees. I eased my fingers up and touched my panties. My middle fingers traced the lines up and down and then I slipped them into the front. I started to push, feeling dirty.
Jace then quickly buttoned and zipped up his jeans. He stepped at me and grabbed my hands.
“Stop,” he growled. “Are you fucking serious right now?”
“What?” I asked. “You want this.”
“You’re that desperate? You’re that scared?”
“Yes.”
“Shit,” he said.
“My mother was killed, Jace. Right there in the store.”
“What?”
“When I was little. She was killed. So my father did what he had to do to save the store and raise me. He’s not perfect but neither are you. Or your entire group of outlaws. I’m not perfect either. I’m just trying…”
Jace grabbed a t-shirt and put it on. He then grabbed his leather cut and put that on.
He pointed at me, his lip curled. “You’re lying to me, sweetie. I know it. Right now, you should be on your ass. Or dead. But I can’t stomach the thought of that fucking creep guy touching you. It fills me with rage. So you’re going to stay right here. You get one chance. You even think about leaving then you’re done. I’ll have the MC on your ass. After your father. And your family’s business will be destroyed.”
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“To church,” Jace growled.
“You’re lying.”
“How does it feel, sweetie?” he threw back without even looking back at me.
I stood in complete shock as I listened to Jace leave the house.
I heard him start his motorcycle and the rumbling thunder cruised away until it was a distant sound before it finally died away.
And I was just there… in the outlaw’s bedroom.
I slowly sat down on the corner of the bed.
The outlaw’s bed.
The bad guy’s bed.
I put my hand to the sheets.
In my mind I had a vision of Jace all over me. His muscular body smothering me, pleasuring me until I couldn’t take anymore. Until I screamed his name as I came so hard I lost feeling in the lower half of my body.
It was all fantasy…
Little did I know, it would become reality sooner than I could have ever imagined.
chapter thirteen
(jace)
NOW
I had the shot glass an inch from my mouth when Prez smacked it out of my hand. He grabbed the back of my leather cut and growled in my ear.
“Meeting. Now.”
I thought the son of a bitch was going to drag me but he gave me the chance to walk on my own.
The table was mostly empty except for Prez, Gunner, and Gage.
“We have a problem, don’t we?” Sid asked as he stood at the helm of the table.
“Prez… give me a break,” I said.
“What’s happening?” Gage asked.
“I didn’t know she was coming to my house,” I said.
“She?” Sid asked. “What the fuck…”
“We’re talking about the prospects,” Gunner said.
“What?” I asked.
Gage stood up. “Everyone shut the fuck up and get on the same page.”
Sid gritted his teeth at me. “You’re with Ava right now?”
“She’s at my place. I have no idea what to do with her right now.”
“Shit,” Sid yelled. He kicked his chair.
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“Two of our prospects were attacked,” Gunner said. “One was run off the road. The other shot.”
“Fuck,” I said. “Bad?”