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“Of course she did. What a little fuckin’ sneak. I knew she was up to something,” he grins before turning slightly back, towards the bar.
“Hey, Tim. Pour me a fresh Jack and Coke, will ya?” he requests.
“Comin’ right up, brother,” the kid behind the bar responds before quickly going to work.
“Does that poor kid get to enjoy any of the party?” I question.
“Thatkidis a prospect. If he wants to make it in this club, he has to follow fuckin’ orders. We all had to do the shit work when we were prospects,” Fifty explains.
“It just seems wrong…” I mutter, but I don’t push it when I see his eyebrows raise. “Is Ayla here?” I question, quickly changing the subject.
“She is. I saw her a while ago, but she and Kane just got back together, so I have a feeling they might disappear early tonight,” he laughs and I feel my face heat at his implications.
“Wow,” I breathe out.
“Yeah, the way those two were looking at each other, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he already pulled her back into his room,” he adds with an easy chuckle.
He takes his glass from the bar and lifts it to his full lips. My teeth chew lightly on my bottom lip and I feel a warmth spread over my skin as I watch him take a large swallow of the deep amber liquid.
“You wanna meet some people?” he asks and I nod. His large hand finds mine easily, and I let him take it as he leads me across the room toward a small cluster of pool tables.
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Jade’s hand is gripped tightly in mine as I search for a place for us to sit. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw her walk in. And God damn, she looks fine as fuck tonight. I knew it wasn’t going to be long before she had a swarm of admirers. And when I saw Shark making his move, I knew I had to step in. I know I have no claim on her, but I want all these motherfuckers to see her here with me. I want them thinking she’s mine.
I think I might have to thank Ayla for this one. For the past couple weeks, I’ve been trying to figure out how to see Jade outside of the diner, I just haven’t been able to actually pull the trigger. There’s something about this girl that’s had me second guessing all my normal moves from day one. Dating has never really been in my wheelhouse. Sure, I can charm ‘em easy enough and we can usually have some fun, but beyond that I’m a lost fuckin’ cause. And with this girl, I already know that I want more than a one-night stand.
I’m surprised to find an empty spot on one of the large leather couches surrounding the pool tables. It’s not a huge space, but I can’t complain. It’s an open seat and it just means she’ll have to sit a little closer to me.
“Hey, Fifty. Did you make a new friend?” Cora’s syrupy question fills my ears as Jade and I sit down. She’s obviously had a few and thinks Jade is the usual biker groupie.
“I did,” I offer a clipped response.
I love Cora, but she’s got a big fuckin’ mouth sometimes and she tends to meddle. And I know, Ayla technically meddled too, but she had my interests in mind, not her own. Cora is another beast altogether and I don’t want to fuel whatever is already spinning in her mind.
“This is Jade. Jade, this is Cora,” I make a simple introduction. “Cora spends all her time with our Pres., Ryder. See that guy, right there, playing pool,” I add, pointing to Ryder as he lines up and takes a shot.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Jade offers sweetly. It’s easy to see that she’s completely out of her element.
“Cora and Ayla are friends. If you couldn’t tell, they both like to know everybody else’s business,” my sarcasm starts to flow.
“Wait. You know Ayla?” Cora turns to Jade with a whole new level of excitement. Shit. I was hoping to shut this down, but I’ve managed to open a whole new door.
My teeth clench in annoyance as I watch Cora steal away my time with Jade. They’re both leaning into each other, talking and giggling about who knows what. Jade is fucking adorable and I want her to have a good time, but I’m also feeling really fucking selfish at the moment.
I lean back, relaxing against the soft cushions. I lift one arm and rest it up on the back of the couch, while my other hand holds my now half-empty glass steady on my thigh. Jade’s ass wiggles beside me as she settles in closer. Her bare thigh rubs softly against my jeans and looking down, I realize just how short her dress is.
She continues to chat feverishly with Cora as I lift my glass and take a generous sip. I let the sweet whiskey and cola coat my tongue and run down my throat before moving the glass to my other hand. I reposition my outstretched arm and bring my now free hand down to touch her smooth skin.
I feel her give the slightest shiver and my dick twitches against my jeans in response. She glances back, looking through her long lashes, and gives me the softest smile of approval. I leave my hand in place and let my thumb begin to trace a slow figure eight over her heated skin.
“You up for a game?” Ryder asks as he and Mickey approach.
“Fuck no. I played with Kane a week ago and he cleaned me out. I can’t play for shit,” I admit with an easy laugh.
“I just kicked this fucker’s ass,” Ryder grins at Mickey whose face turns almost purple. He must be biting his own tongue practically off, not wanting to piss off the Pres. on New Year’s Eve.