Little Jack (Hell's Handlers MC 6)

“And choosing a man they hate, is that the third?”

Her eyes widened. Did he really think that? “No. No, LJ, no. I—God, how do I say this right? I like you. I want you. And both of those things were true before I knew you were in the MC. I’m not choosing a man they disapprove of. I’m just not letting their disapproval run me off who I choose.”

And in that moment, giving this thing with LJ a fair shot became vital. Not just because the man was smokin’ hot and had brought her more pleasure in the past few days than anyone she’d been with to date, but because she genuinely wanted to spend time with him both in and out of bed.

He was her choice, and if she passed by the first guy she’d been sincerely interested in for years, she might as well move back home, marry who they picked for her, and spend the rest of her life checking in with her parents five times a day.

Hopefully, she’d have the guts to spell it all out for her father tomorrow at lunch.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES, LJ wouldn’t give two shits if a woman wanted to get back at her parents by fucking him. Hell, she could send them a video mid-fuck for all he cared. Getting involved beyond tension relief had never been his goal, so who the hell cared if some chick’s parents thought he was the scum of the earth?

But in this case, he’d found himself holding his breath like some kind of love-sick chump while he waited for Holly’s answer.

And it hadn’t disappointed.

I’m not choosing a man they disapprove of. I’m just not letting their disapproval run me off who I choose.

Those words had his cock filling once again, but more than that, an unfamiliar feeling of warmth developed in his chest and bloomed outward. Yes, he wanted to climb on and fuck her until she screamed, but he also wanted to check in and make sure she was okay. The woman had just flayed her past wide-open and left it bleeding on the ground. Ripping off her clothes and being impaled by his dick might not be her first order of business. With all she’d relived, he wouldn’t blame her if she wanted to dive under the blanket they sat on and hide for the next week.

“So,” he said, tracing a finger over her jaw and down to her collar bone where he stroked back and forth. “What now?” His admiration for her had only strengthened as she spoke of her past. She’d asked if he knew guilt. Fuck, did he ever. For years, it had ruled his empty life. Now it only came to him in the dead of night, ripping him from the comfort of sleep and reminding him of what’d he’d lost. Though he’d downplayed it by about a million times, that shared negative emotion bonded them in a deep way.

Holly met his gaze, and he’d be blind if he didn’t notice the desire deepening her blue irises. “Now, I’m hoping we can try that again, but without my freak out this time.” Her face turned an absolutely adorable shade of pink as though she couldn’t believe she’d been so forward. “If that’s what you still want, I mean.”

With a chuckle, LJ caught the hem of her T-shirt. “If I want?”

She nodded once.

“Baby, we shot way past want the first night I met you.”

“Show me,” she whispered as she climbed off his lap and sat on her heels.

Fuck yes.

With his cock now throbbing, LJ rose to his feet on the blanket, keeping his eyes on the gorgeous woman who knelt before him. Slowly, as though he had all the time in the world despite the rushing of blood in his veins, LJ bent to unlace his boots.

“Let me,” Holly said, batting his hands away. She worked quickly despite unsteady hands as she loosened the laces. Once able, he toed off the boots, kicking them beyond the blanket.

Next, his hands went to the button of his jeans. One flick of his wrist and it popped open. Holly’s heated gaze followed his every move, seemingly transfixed by what he was about to unveil. One shove of the denim had it pooling at his ankles. He paused, mouth kicked up in a half-smirk until Holly finally looked up at him and nodded.

After he’d obliged her by stepping out of the pooled denim, she zeroed in on the sizable bulge behind the fabric of his light gray boxer briefs.

“May I?” he asked with a smirk after it became apparent she couldn’t do anything but sit there gawking.

“Please,” she squeaked, cheeks a rosy red.

LJ hooked his thumbs in the side of his boxer briefs, then drew them all the way down and stepped out. His cock sprang out, then bounced back up toward his stomach. Thank God he was finally free of the tight fucking fabric. When he returned to his full height, Holly’s eyes nearly fell out of her head.