“That might be true, but we’re gonna wait, let it sink in real good that I don’t want anythin’ bad happenin’ to you.” I’m a damn hypocrite. I haven’t claimed Sailor, she knows it, I know it, the whole club knows it. That doesn’t mean we all don’t know she’s in my bed and on the back of my bike.
“Ugh, sometimes I forget how cruel you can be.” I back away watching as she slides her skirt down. A hiss leaves me when I see her bare cunt glistening with wetness being taken from my sight, and I’m the one to blame.
“You say that like my mouth won’t be between your legs, my cock inside your cunt, or my fingers fuckin’ that sweet ass of yours later on tonight.” A promise that she knows I’m good for.
“Jackson, you’re not helping matters here.” Sailor’s legs close. I lick my lower lip when I notice she’s trying to quench that desire by sliding her thighs together. It ain’t working for her, and if I’m gonna walk around with my cock hard, she can walk around with her pussy wet and aching.
“I’ll make it worth it.” My lips meet hers, nipping at her lower lip until she opens and I gain entrance. Knowing just how much Sailor likes my mouth, I give her a kiss that means I’ll be keeping my word.
CHAPTER 5
SAILOR
“That didn’t last long.” Lavender makes the comment as I slide onto a barstool next to her, causing me to snort.
“Wasn’t it you earlier today making a pact that you didn’t want to talk about my sex life?” I’m totally rethinking this not-wearing-panties thing with a short skirt. Jackson left me wet and aching. I’m only hoping I don’t leave a spot when I vacate the stool.
“You kind of walked into that one. It would have been a missed opportunity, and there’s no fun in that. Seriously, though, is everything okay?” It could have been the huff of air that I let out when I plopped down or me grabbing the bottle of tequila, taking a shot, then one more before replacing the bottle on the bar top. Jackson knows how to rile me up and leave me on edge. Usually, there’s an orgasm at the end, but that didn’t happen this time.
“Yeah, I mean, I think so at least. It seems Jackson is more intense today, but it’s also his big day, so who knows.” I shrug my shoulders. He made sure I was with Lavender at the bar before he said he was going to make his rounds. The whispering in my ear for me to keep my ass where he could keep his eye out almost had me in another tailspin. This time urging me to walk out the club and not coming back. What we’ve had has always been free and easy.
“It’s in their blood. Ryder has always been that way. Jackson, well, he was a mixed bag of nuts, sometimes being all in, other times he was just a go-with-the-flow type of guy. I think his time as a prospect has made him find himself. Add that in with today, this might be Jackson finally knowing who he is and what he’s made of.” When Lavender puts it like that, it makes more sense. Though his alpha really came out tonight, almost too much.
“Yeah, you’re right, and I felt the wrath of that tonight.” I wiggle in my seat, attempting to relieve the ache Jackson left me with.
“Don’t even think about it. I can see you’re ready to overshare. Nope, not happening. So, before you even start, want to go get some food and maybe something a little less potent for yourself? Since, you know”—she points to her belly—“I don’t think you really want to wake up with a hangover tomorrow,” Lavender suggests.
“Definitely. I have to work tomorrow night. Not only is it karaoke night, we’ve also been down a waitress all week, so yeah, I’m good with something non-alcoholic.” Shooting two shots of tequila on a semi-empty stomach was not my brightest idea.
“Are you going to sing?” We move off our stools. Thankfully, I’m not leaving a mess behind. Ugh, fucking Jackson. The next time I get my hands on him when we’re in bed, it’ll be him begging me to let him come down my throat.
“Probably, it helps with tips, plus it’s fun.” Not that I have an amazing voice or anything. The thing I have going for me besides my stellar personality is that I can work a crowd. Mix in my eclectic fashion sense, well, let’s just say it’s a crowd pleaser.
“Maybe we’ll stop by. We haven’t had a date night away from the club in ages, and I think it’s time were due one.” Lavender and I make it to the table that has quite the spread of food ranging from three or four different types of meats, salads, sides out the wazoo, and then desserts. I make my plate, trying to figure out what I want, making sure my brownies don’t touch the pulled chicken, green bean casserole, and roll. Seriously, it’s the worst thing in the world having your food touch your dessert.