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“Believe it or not, that makes complete sense, kid. Felt the same way the first time I met Carrie,” he offers, mentioning his wife. “When I met her, everything else just blurred into the background. She was the only thing that mattered,” he shares.
E.’s words click in my brain. That’s exactly how I feel around Jade. Even on New Year’s Eve, when the clubhouse was packed with beautiful women, once I spotted her it was like all the others seemed to blur in comparison. All my attention and focus were drawn to her.
“What the fuck is happening to me?” I push the words out with a deep breath, more for myself than anything.
“Happens to the best of us, brother,” E. answers before tipping back his beer and taking a long swallow.
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I toss my jeans across the room, realizing how much dirty laundry I have piled up. Shit. I hope I have something clean to put on after I shower. I definitely don’t have time to do a load of laundry today. As soon as Ryder heard that E. and I were back, he called a meeting. We reported all the details from our trip to him and the rest of the boys, then I finally got my chance to reach out to Jade and she actually agreed to meet me here.
Stepping into the hot stream of water, I let the vision of her fill my mind. I close my eyes, letting the spray hit my face as my hand slides down, gripping my now throbbing cock.
“You hungry sweetheart? Cause I’ve got something for you, right here,” I play out in my mind, watching her drop to her knees as her full lips part. “That’s it, baby,” I praise as my fingers weave through her long brown hair. The image I’ve created feels so fucking real and I’m quickly approaching the edge. It normally takes a little longer with my own hand doing the work, but I feel the familiar burn radiating from my core. My legs tense as my body instinctively braces.
“Fuuuck,” I growl as my release spills. My eyes still clenched tight as I imagine her swallowing every last drop.
I’m sure my fantasy pales in comparison to the real thing, but I’m hoping the release will help to keep my head straight when I finally see her again. I turn, reaching for the shampoo, squeezing it into my palm. I’ve already taken longer than I intended to in here. I better fuckin’ hustle.
Seventeen
Jade
My heart races in my chest as I make the quick drive towards the Savages clubhouse. We’ve texted, but I haven’t seen Fifty face to face since I crawled out of his bed on New Year’s Day. And I want to see him again, but I can’t seem to calm this nervous feeling bubbling in my belly. I have this sneaking feeling that this could all come crashing down on me.
What if he was really pissed off when I left that morning? What if this is his way at getting revenge? Maybe he just wants to humiliate me. Or possibly worse, what if he got the wrong impression and he thinks I’ll just slip casually into whatever rotation of women he has currently. Oh my God, I think I’m going to be sick.
I pull into the large empty lot, finding only a couple bikes parked beside the building. Grabbing my small purse off the passenger seat, I climb easily from the car. I slip my phone into my back pocket and push out a deep breath, trying to calm my turning stomach as I walk.
My heels click loudly against the pavement and with every small step, I start to once again second guess my outfit. I spent about two hours in my closet before finally deciding on a simple black bodysuit and a pair of black skinny jeans. I figured it was best just to keep it simple, but I still want to look good.
My fingers twist in the ends of my hair as I step through the door and into the large open space. Thankfully, I find a pair of kind and familiar eyes behind the bar. It’s the same young kid who was tending bar during the party on New Year’s Eve. He tips his head in my direction and offers an easy smile.
“Jade, right?” his question seems to ring out through the empty room as I step closer. I offer a hesitant nod. “I’ll let Fifty know you’re here,” he smiles again and I can’t help but flush feeling slightly embarrassed. I wonder if they all know about our night together. This is without a doubt a boys’ club, so sharing details of sexual conquests might just be the regular routine around here.
Seconds later I watch as Fifty’s large frame makes an appearance. My memory hasn’t done him justice. His dark jeans hang perfectly on his hips and the familiar worn leather clings to him in a way that makes me jealous. I feel my teeth tug slightly on my bottom lip as I imagine hugging his body that tightly.
A wide smile grows on his face and his dark eyes seem to shine as they rake down over my body. I’m fully clothed, with only a tiny bit of cleavage peeking out, but somehow, he’s managed to make me feel like I’m standing here bare. My skin heats in an instant, but I can’t stop myself from smiling back.
“You hungry, sweetheart,” he asks with a broad grin and I bite my lip again. I am most definitely hungry, and not just for food.
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After my first exhilarating ride on the back of Fifty’s bike, we’ve settled nicely into a quiet corner booth at a small hole in the wall Chinese restaurant. I’m a little skeptical, but Fifty has assured me that he’s been eating here for years. I let him do the ordering when our waitress arrives to deliver our drinks. My heart is still pounding in my chest as I watch him, completely mesmerized as I listen to him order all the exotic sounding dishes. As the waitress turns to walk away, his eyes fall squarely on me.
“So, are you gonna tell me why you bailed on me?” he questions, not holding back for a second longer. I feel my skin flush. I’ve been waiting for this moment.
“Honestly, I didn’t think you’d still want me to be there when you woke up. I mean, obviously I had a good time, I just got the impression that you didn’t like sleepovers,” I offer with a smile, feeling somewhat childish using that term. I watch as his eyebrows lift in the most adorable expression.
“And where’d you get that impression? Because I know it sure as fuck wasn’t from me,” he replies.
“I heard a few things from some of the girls, and I guess…I mean, I never did anything like that before, so I wasn’t really sure how to handle it. I panicked, and I’m sorry,” I admit.
“What exactly do you mean when you say you never did anything like that before? I know I had a few, but I didn’t drink that much. I would’ve known…” he breathes and I can almost see his brain turning in question.
“Would’ve known what?” I ask confused.
“Were you a…a virgin?” the word slips out as the color drains from his face.