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“I need a God damn drink,” Mickey growls, stomping away as Ryder takes his waiting spot beside Cora. I watch as she slides up into his lap, kissing him without a second thought.
“Damn, baby. I love you in this red dress,” he praises as they break, before nuzzling into her neck.
“I knew you would,” Cora grins back happily, but her attention quickly turns back in our direction. “This is my new friend, Jade,” she announces to Ryder.
“Looks to me like she might be Fifty’s friend, sweetheart,” he chuckles in response.
“Well, she’s my friend too,” she feigns pouting and Jade gives a soft laugh before sliding back into the seat and settling against my outstretched arm.
As usual, Ryder and Cora are quickly distracted with each other. Finally, I get my chance to connect with Jade without interruption.
“Are you havin’ a good time, darlin’?” I whisper, bringing my lips close to her ear and she trembles. It’s not enough for anyone else to notice, but I see it, without a fucking doubt.
“Mmhmm,” she hums softly as my fingers continue to run over her soft skin. I let them hit the edge of her dress before sliding back down to her knee.
“Is this what it’s like every New Year’s Eve?” she questions and I nod.
“Sure is. We definitely know how to throw a decent party,” I grin back brightly.
“How long have you been a member?” she asks, suddenly full of curiosity.
“Almost eight years. I joined right after high school. Actually, Kane and I were prospects and got patched in together,” I share. “What about you? What’s a normal New Year’s Eve like for you?” I ask.
“Boring. I’m usually at home watching the ball drop before climbing in bed,” she smiles back softly. How the fuck did this innocent girl end up on a couch beside me?
“Shit, darlin’. Any night that ends with you in bed can’t possibly be boring,” I lift my eyebrows and watch her eyes roll. I can’t stop the deep laugh that vibrates from my chest. Most of the chicks around here would be crawling in my lap and begging for me to take them to my bedroom after hearing that line, but not Jade.
“Really? That one was pretty bad. Do you want to try again?” she questions with a smile.
“Nope. Let’s just enjoy our drinks and pretend it never happened,” I suggest. Her eyes seem to shine back at me as I bring my glass to my lips again, taking another sweet sip.
“You must really like it here, if you’ve been hanging out for eight years,” she moves back to our conversation.
“I do. This club is my family. These guys are my brothers,” I tell her feeling the pride swelling in my chest.
“What about real family? Are they nearby?” she asks.
“Just my ma,” I answer without expanding and she nods.
“How about you? Where does your family call home?” I ask, already knowing that she didn’t grow up in Rock Hill.
“Georgia. My parents and my younger sister are back in Georgia,” she offers.
“Nice. Do you get home to visit often?” I ask but she just shakes her head.
“I actually haven’t been back home since I left,” she shares.
“Well, I’m sure you’ll get there. You’ve only been in town for a few months, right?” I question and her eyes drop to her lap. Shit.
“I’ve only been in Rock Hill for a few months, but I’ve been away from home a little longer than that,” she tells me. It’s pretty obvious that there’s a story, but tonight isn’t the time to push for details.
“Don’t think on it too much tonight. We’ve all got family shit, trust me,” I try to ease whatever might be spinning around in her brain. A soft smile returns to her lips and her hand lifts to touch mine, still resting perfectly on her thigh.
“Thank you,” she whispers, leaning in closer and giving me a beautiful view of her ample cleavage spilling from the top of her dress. I feel my eyes widen as I enjoy the vision set before me.
Before I can react, her soft lips touch my rough cheek and I’m instantly ablaze. It’s the simplest and most innocent gesture, but it’s got me hard as a fucking rock in seconds. Her eyes gleam as she pulls back, giving me another glorious view, letting my hungry eyes explore as much of her body as I can from this seat.
Her eyes lock with mine and my thumb starts to move on her leg again. The rest of the room begins to fall away, blurring around us, as my fingers make a slow trail up her thigh until I hit the edge of her dress. I’m at the border and need permission to go any further.