Little Jack (Hell's Handlers MC 6)

“Pfft.” Holly stuck her tongue out at him, which had him laughing again, but she passed on the donut. “I just didn’t want to assume anything, and I’ve never driven a truck that big. You’re under no obligation to let me borrow it.”

It was Saturday morning, and Holly planned to swing by the diner to iron out some kinks in their To-Go plan. She’d mentioned wanting to make sure she had the register down, all the display cases ready, and to get a feel for the flow of the place. Working there would be a totally different vibe than eating as a paying customer. Or so Toni, Jazz, and Holly had informed LJ when he pouted and asked why he couldn’t have Holly for the entire day.

“Assume away, woman. Seriously, you want something just ask for it. I’ll give it to you, every time.” And he would. If it was in his power to give, it was hers.

Except for one thing. A night spent in his arms. That gift wasn’t his to give.

She bit her lower lip then opened her mouth as though she was going to say something. LJ waited, but she must have changed her mind because she shook her head and slipped a diner T-shirt on. Teal, like the rest of the staff wore. A denim skirt and Chuck Taylors topped off her outfit. She looked, young, fresh, and totally fuckable. Which he’d just done about ten minutes ago. And every chance he’d gotten over the past few days.

“Well, thank you, LJ. I’ll take good care of it. Her? Does your truck have a name?” She shot him a saucy wink.

“Funny.” He snagged her around the waist and playfully got her in a headlock. Holly made everything fun. The simple act of getting dressed turned into playtime, which often turned into sexy time. Case in point.

“LJ!” she squealed once she realized she couldn’t escape his hold.

Keeping her trapped against him, he snuck a hand under the T-shirt and up to her tits. One finger slipped down into the cup of her bra and stroked her nipple. It beaded for him like a well-trained pup.

“LJ.” This time his name was a breathy sigh.

“Tell me you get it, sugar. Tell me you get that I’ll give you anything. Do anything to make you happy.” With one blunt fingernail, he scraped over her nipple now rock hard from the attention.

She shuddered against him, that delectable ass cradling his dick in exactly the right way to make him hard. “LJ, I have to go.”

“I know. Tell me first.” He gently bit her neck.

“You’d do anything for me. Get a-anything I n-need.”

“That’s right.” He kissed the top of her head. “Now don’t crash my truck or I’ll be forced to punish you. All night long.” As the teasing words fell out of his mouth, he tensed. All night long wasn’t possible. Would she call him out on it?

Thankfully, she seemed blissfully unaware of his slip up. She shuddered again, this time with an accompanying groan as he released her. “You realize now I’m going to drive straight into the first stop sign I come across.”

With a laugh, LJ swatted her ass. God, he loved the way that thing jiggled for him.

“Thanks,” she said as she grabbed the keys off his counter. “The towing company should be by in about an hour. Hopefully whatever is wrong with my hunk of junk car will be an easy and not too expensive fix.”

“Sugar, I told you I have a brother who could look at it.”

She held up her hand, and the urge to suck those fingers into his mouth hit him hard. “I know, but I need to do this myself. I can’t rely on you for everything, LJ. I can stand on my own two feet and get my own car fixed.”

In case you’re not there in the future.

The unspoken sentence wasn’t necessary. Between her father’s hard-on for the MC and LJ’s refusal to spend the night with her, how could he blame her for keeping some emotional distance? The question shone in her eyes frequently, in fact, just as he was telling her he’d do anything for her, he saw it.

She wanted to know why he kissed her and sent her off to her own bed the last four nights. Alone. After blowing each other’s minds. But she hadn’t asked. Too sweet and probably too worried to rock the damn boat.

“Okay, I’m out.” She strode over to him, rose on tip-toes, and presented those glossy lips for a kiss.

LJ gave her a peck. Or at least he intended to, but the second their lips touched, he couldn’t resist plunging in for more. His tongue invaded her mouth, swallowing down her moan, and inhaling the minty flavor of the toothpaste she’d borrowed. His actions were a weak compensation for the inability to spend an entire night with her. As though he could kiss her into believing his feelings and intent.