Jigsaw (Hell's Handlers MC 3)

Sure worked for her.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

JIG SLOWLY WITHDREW his hand from between Izzy’s legs. It was soaked, covered in her juices. Her sated eyes flared as she watched him bring each of the three fingers to his mouth and lick them clean. Her sweet flavor exploded on his tongue, and the only thing that kept him from turning her around, yanking down her pants, and burying his rock-hard cock in that wet pussy was the gaggle of club members working at her house.

He’d have to wait until later.

But it would come later. Rather, he would come later.

Looking like she could melt into a pile of goo on the ground, Izzy reached for the button of her jeans. Those damn things were so skin tight, it’d been an effort to get his hand in there. He swatted her fumbling hand away, zipped her up, then returned the button to its intact state.

“Ready to go see what the guys have been up to?” He held his hand out to her. An olive branch. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what he was doing or why he was doing it. A relationship wasn’t in the cards for him, but there was a connection with Izzy. She was as reluctant to form any deep entanglement as he was, maybe even more so.

The one thing he did know was the sick feeling of rage that overtook him when he received Copper’s call. Someone had violated her privacy, messed up her safe haven, and destroyed something she’d worked so hard to achieve on her own. And then he’d realized Copper calling meant Izzy hadn’t come to Jig on her own. Either she hadn’t trusted him to help her, or he just didn’t blip on her radar.

Either option sucked. He just wasn’t entirely sure why he cared. So he’d overreacted and screamed at her in the middle of the hardware store. Christ, had he yelled something about his cock and her pussy?

Way to get her to trust him. Somewhere between her fleeing the store and his calling in the cavalry to repair her home, he decided to just go the fuck along with it. He liked her. He enjoyed her company. He loved fucking her.

Enough said.

Once he’d calmed down, he was able to reason it through. Her lack of trust in his friendship wasn’t personal. It was born of years of negative experiences and abandonment. Railing at her in the store couldn’t have been a worse way to handle it. When she walked out of that car and gazed at her vandalized home, she looked one stiff breeze away from snapping in half. The woman needed to relax.

And he’d gotten that job done gladly.

Izzy slid her palm over his, and he curled his fingers, keeping her captive. As he tugged her forward, she resisted, and he raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry,” she said. “That was not—”

Jig pulled again, this time harder until she fell forward into his chest. He kissed her once, deep and slow, making her melt against him. Her mind might be resistant to him, but her body was fully onboard.

“Not necessary,” he said when he ended the kiss. “Don’t need that shit. Just let my brothers fix your house. Okay?”

She studied him for a second, probably gauging his sincerity or deciding whether or not to risk it. He almost reassured her there was no way in hell he’d let her down, but he kept his mouth shut. She needed to come to that conclusion on her own. Needed to learn to trust her instincts and read on people. Jig might be an asshole to most, but he didn’t welch on those few he gave a shit about.

With a nod, she said, “All right,” but her expression read, “You get one chance.”

She let him lead her away from the car, and he slung an arm around her shoulders as he guided her toward the house. “The glass is fucking everywhere. We’ll get to that next. Wanted to get the windows boarded up first since it’s getting cold at night now.”

Five of the windows were already covered with slabs of plywood.

“Hey, Iz, you’re looking more relaxed than you were a few minutes ago,” LJ said as he carried a long board over his head toward one of the uncovered windows. When he strutted past them, Jig just swore LJ flexed his massive biceps a little extra for Izzy’s benefit. Then he flashed her that grin one of the Honeys had described as “lube in a smile.”

He had to remember to knock a few of LJ’s teeth out later. See how many ladies he reeled in leering like a jack-o-lantern.

Izzy rolled her eyes and flipped LJ off, saying, “Bite me, LJ.”

A laugh burst out of Jig. So much for her being impressed by the prospect.

“Where should I order the windows from?” Izzy asked. “Any recommendations?”