Jack (The Kings of Mayhem MC Tennessee 1)

I kiss him back with equaled fervor, just as desperate for his kiss and for him to quell the pulse drumming between my legs. It’s the kind of kiss that lifts you off your feet and sends you straight to heaven.

With a guttural growl, he backs me up against the wall, his big hands cupping my face, his mouth fierce and demanding as he kisses me possessively, almost savagely. I’m caught in the storm, lost to the sweetness of his mouth and drunk on the taste of his lips. He groans, and it’s the sound of torture and desperate need as he continues to kiss me breathless.

Lifting me into his big arms, he pins my back to the wall, and I wrap my legs tight around his hips, my moan falling between us when the hardness in his jeans brushes against the damp satin of my panties.

I want those jeans and those panties gone.

And going by the needy groan that rumbles from his throat, so does Jack.

It’s the ringing of his cell that breaks the spell—a traitorous shrill coming from inside his cut.

“Don’t answer it,” I beg against his lips, even though I know he will. He is the president.

Reluctantly, Jack pulls his mouth away to answer, his lips swollen and wet, his body still pinning me to the wall.

Lust smolders on his face, making me want to kiss him again. I watch through hooded lids as he speaks into his phone, the echo of his kiss singing in my blood. It’s a quick call, no more than a minute, but long enough to cool what was about to happen between us.

Jack drops his forehead to mine and exhales deeply. “I’m sorry, baby, I have to go.”

Drowning in disappointment, I brush my lips against his. “Are you sure?”

He unpins me and eases me onto my feet. “You have no idea how badly I want to stay.”

I drag his hand to the warmth of my panties and feel him flinch when his fingers find the wetness between my thighs.

A ragged breath escapes his swollen lips. “Goddammit, baby, you trying to kill me? I gotta go and you show me this?”

“It’s just a reminder,” I say with a wicked gleam in my eyes. “Of what’s waiting for you when you get home.”

JACK

I’m going to kill my sister.

One of Pinkwater’s deputies has arrested her for assault. Apparently, she’s gotten into an altercation at the drugstore with another woman for God only knows what reason. I mean, it’s a fucking drugstore for crying out loud.

Now I have to leave Bronte’s hungry little mouth to go bail her out, and every cell in my body is drowning in disappointment.

I hate riding away from her.

Not to mention, it’s going to give me a serious case of blue balls.

Then again, let’s face it, my cell ringing might be the best thing for the both of us. Because Bronte doesn’t need what I was about to give her.

Fuck, the things I want to do to her—it just isn’t right.

I’m beyond restraint now.

If the phone call hadn’t interrupted us, I’d be making her come this very second, and I’m still not convinced it’s a good thing. It kind of feels like I’m buying myself a one-way ticket to hell, corrupting something so pure and wonderful as her.

At least it’s a fifteen-minute ride to the county jailhouse, enough time for my body to calm down. I pull up out front and have to adjust the front of my jeans before climbing the steps.

Inside the century-old jailhouse, Pinkwater is enduring a lecture from my sister as she sits in her cell, tormenting him with her argumentative nature, and a pair of long legs crossed as she leans back seductively and glares at him with a face that dares the sheriff to keep her there one second longer.

Pinkwater has been in love with my sister for as long as I can remember.

Mention it to her and she’ll make some sarcastic comment and pull a face. But secretly, she loves it.

“Finally!” she wails when she sees me, and she stands. “Five more minutes talking with present company, and I was about to die from boredom.”

Pinkwater, who is leaning against his desk with his arms folded over his chest, gives her a worn-out look. “Believe me, Faith, I want you outta here just as much as you wanna be outta here.”

“I doubt that very much.” She clutches the cell bars, her black eyes shifting from him to me. “How’s my baby brother doing?”

“A lot better than you considering you’re on that side of the cell door.” I hold her gaze but speak to Pinkwater, “What did she do this time, Sheriff?”

“Oh, you know, the normal… public nuisance, assault.”

“Nice,” I mouth to her.

“She deserved it,” Faith mouths back.

My eyes narrow at my sister as I speak to the sheriff, “What happened?”