Page 17 of The Originals

Jack ignored the comment and lifted his chin. “Meg.”

Mick took a big swig of his beer and wiped his mouth with his arm. “I showed up late, she gave me attitude. Missed the movie, had to work double-time just to get her to dinner. Took a ride down by the river where she spent most of it telling me we ain’t fucking.”

The corner of Jack’s mouth curled. “Got herself a chastity belt on, huh?”

“Tonight she fucking did.”

“That’s way too much fucking work.” Grain, who was seated across the bar with Mack, burst out laughing. “How blue are your balls, brother?”

Very.

Jack chuckled, shaking his head. “Taking her out again?”

“Bringing her to the party on Friday.”

Jack raised his brows. Mick understood the shock. Meg was making him work for it, and in a strange turn of events and opposite of his norm, Mick was all in. There was something special about her. She wasn’t like other women. Meg was smart and beautiful, knew what she wanted and what she didn’t, and didn’t try to be someone she wasn’t for the sake of impressing him.

“Don’t make plans next week.”

Mick glanced over to Jack, who gestured to Tully. “Got Mack, Dunn, and Sly taking the north run tonight. But gonna need you two with me next week.”

“Delivery?” Tully asked.

“Pick up. We got cash coming to us. Should be an easy job.”

Those were the magic words. Mick had a few side jobs, mostly mechanic work on bikes. He’d thought about opening up a shop. But Ghosttown wasn’t a hotspot. He’d considered Turnersville, but as of now it was a pipe dream. If he had any hopes of making it a reality, he’d have to have more cash.

“Just let me know when,” he said.

Mick finished his beer, said goodnight, and started up the stairs. All the members’ bedrooms were on the second floor. It was much like dorm-style living, though no one shared. He reached the landing, and Bebe, one of the girls he’d been with a few times, was walking toward him. Mick didn’t have favorites like some of the other brothers.

“Hi Mick.”

He lifted his chin about to pass her, but she stepped in front of him. Bebe slid her hand over his chest, smiling.

“Want some company?”

He did. The last thing he wanted was going to bed with a hard cock and no warm body to relieve it. However, this wasn’t the woman he wanted underneath him.

“No.” He walked past her and turned into his bedroom.

He’d be going to bed alone.With my fucking hand.

Chapter Four

“So where did you meet this young man?”

Meg turned from the door and walked through the living room. She would still be able to watch for Mick through the bay window. Not that she needed the visual when he arrived. The whole neighborhood would hear him when he pulled up on his motorcycle. Meg was having her doubts. Not about Mick but the parent introduction.

They were good people, decent humans, fair and welcoming. But there were aspects of this date which would be cause for concern for most parents. Aside from the obvious, being part of a motorcycle club whose stereotype didn’t paint the prettiest of pictures, Mick was older. Meg’s father was older than her mother by a few years. But not eleven.

“Meg, sweetheart?”

Shit.Her mother had asked something, but she’d been too preoccupied to remember.

“Pardon?”

Her mom smiled, almost gleaming. “The young man you’re smitten with? Where did you meet him?”