Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I just waited for her to come to me.
Which she did. After finishing one drink and starting another, stopping to talk not only to Velle and Kylo, but York and Coast as well as the girls.
Watching her, you’d think that she’d been a part of this club for months or years with how easily she seemed to fit right in.
But I was just glad to see her usual smile come back, to watch her laugh and lose the tension in her shoulders.
Making her way toward me, her head tipped to the side, she didn’t move to sit on the chaise next to me that Velle had abandoned. Instead, she dropped right down on mine.
“I really like your friends,” she told me.
“Even Velle?” I asked, knowing that sometimes people found him a little off-putting because he seemed to see so much.
“He’s got a quiet intensity, but he has kind eyes,” she said, shrugging as she finished off her margarita.
“Those are good, aren’t they?” I asked.
“They don’t even taste like alcohol,” she admitted, shifting easily as I reached to pull her back against me.
“Oh, but they are. You might want to wait until you have some food in your stomach, or you’re gonna be too shit-faced to walk straight.”
“I’m buzzing already,” she admitted, reaching to put her cup on the ground, then relax into me, taking a slow, deep breath.
“Buzzing is good,” I agreed, sliding my hands up her arms, her neck, the sides of her face, then pressing my fingers into her temples.
“That’s nice,” she said.
“Headache?” I asked.
“A little. The tequila helped,” she said. “So, are the girls… girlfriends?” she asked.
“No. They’re… club girls,” I told her.
“What does that mean?”
“It’s just a biker thing, I guess. When you have a club, you have club girls.”
“To party? Or do they hook up with the members?”
“Both. Either. Depends on the girl, I guess. Does that bother you?”
“Why? Because you’ve had sex before?” she asked, turning her head to glance up at me. “No virgin is as good in bed as you are,” she told me. “And all the women you’ve been with before are a part of that. Why would I complain when I’m reaping the benefits?”
“I like the way you think,” I said, wrapping an arm around her waist.
“We all have histories,” she went on. “That’s kind of what makes us all so interesting. This is nice,” she said, watching the girls on York and Coast’s shoulders pick up inflatable batons and start whacking each other.
“Yeah, it is,” I agreed. “Found family here,” I admitted. “Better family than my blood ever was.”
“I can see that,” she agreed. “You deserve that for all the care you do give to your blood family, even though they don’t really appreciate it. Oh!” she said as one of the girls lost her balance and fell into the water. “Can we play?” she asked, shooting me an excited smile.
“Sure,” I agreed. “You got anything on under that?” I asked.
“Not enough to be decent,” she admitted.
“I’m sure we have something in the community closet that will fit you.”
“Let’s get moving,” she said, hopping up, then reaching for my hand, pulling me along with her into the house.
We made our way upstairs, stopping in the hall closet to fish through the plastic container full of bathing suits of various sizes, all of which still had the tags on.
Jade grabbed a bright yellow top and a boy short combo.
“Gotta grab my suit too,” I said, reaching for my door handle. “You coming in?” I asked as she moved in at my side instead of going into the hall bath to change.
“Are you feeling shy?” she teased, eyes bright. “Because I’m not,” she added with a playful little smirk as she walked backward into my room, already starting to hike up her skirt.
“Nope. Not at all,” I said, reaching for my shirt as I kicked the door closed behind me.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Levee
Jade’s dress was completely off her body by the time I pulled my shirt up over my head. It left her standing there in nothing but a barely-there pair of panties that cut up high by the hip and made out of a lace that played peekaboo with what was beneath.
The cool air in my room had her nipples pebbling up, and the mix of the desire and the tequila had the skin on her chest flushed.
“Fuck, if I knew that was all you had on under there, I wouldn’t have taken so long to get us up here,” I said, watching her as she hooked her fingers into her panties, then pushed them down and stepped out of them.
Before I could even move closer, get my greedy hands on her, she was moving up on the bed, scooting back slightly, then moving flat.
For a second, her legs were up at an angle and closed.