Bad Boys of Romance(10)

We didn’t speak about Amber. That made me happy. I wanted to talk about things that mattered to us. I didn’t want to keep hearing about the situation that was keeping us apart. Thankfully, Switch seemed to feel the same way and we talked, laughed and talked some more for hours. It was sometime during the second movie that I must have fallen asleep. I’m not sure how long I’d been asleep before he gently lifted me and carried me into bed.

I’m glad we spent that time together. I’m also glad he didn’t try anything, other than to kiss my temple. Because, I’m not sure I would have been able to deny him.





SWITCH


“Let’s ride out,” I shout over the rumble of the bikes to my three brothers. I wave my hand over my head and then revel in the beauty of the sound as my bike purrs out of the compound gates.

Fifteen minutes later, we pull into Joe’s Bar.

I give a wave to Glenda as we walk through the main bar toward the function room where the ball will be held tomorrow night. I haven’t heard from her about her boys, so I’m assuming they’re either on the straight and narrow or she didn’t think my offer was genuine. I’m putting my money on the latter. I’ll have another word with her before I leave today.

I spot her immediately. She’s standing near the open doors that lead out to the balcony, speaking to someone, a smile on her lips, her hands waving about in front of her as she explains something.

I walk to her and stop a few paces away.

“- Believe what you’ve come up with. It’s simply stunning, Melissa. It’s going to look amazing tomorrow night.”

“I better get back to work,” Melissa says to Jenna when her eyes slide to me.

“Sure thing. And, thanks again, Melissa.”

Jenna turns and her eyes find me. Her body seems to rock back and her eyes widen and her lips part.

Fuck! Those lips. Soft, full and plump. I want to sink my teeth into them and suck. I want to kiss every inch of her body until she’s begging for my cock. My eyes land on her jean-covered pussy and I feel my own jeans tighten at the crotch.

Slowly, I drag my gaze back up over her slender body until I land back on her face.

“Afternoon, Jenna,” I smirk.

She clears her throat before speaking softly. “Good afternoon, Switch. Thank you so much for coming in today,” her eyes dart over my shoulder to meet those of the brothers behind me and then they come back to rest on mine.

“No problems. What can we do?”

“There’s a bunch of tables just off the balcony that need to be brought in.”

“Done.”

I lead the way outside and finally manage to take a deep breath.

I stand at the end of one of the tables, waiting for a brother to lift the other end when I’m startled with a slap on the back.

“What the fuck, Prez? Talk about sexual tension,” my VP, Roam, grins at me. “I think I’m gonna need a fuck after that in there,” he tosses his head over his shoulder.

“Fuck off, idiot,” I growl at him without malice.

He claps me on the shoulder again and walks to the other end of the table.

“You gonna try and tap that?”

I don’t answer, I just shake my head. No. I’m not going to tap that. Yet. But, fuck, if I don’t want to. I’ve even refrained from kissing her since that first night, as much as it pains me. But I know Jenna deserves more than that. She doesn’t want to be seen as the other woman. And, even though I’d never view her that way, I don’t want her living with guilt, so I’ve kept my hands to myself.

“Well, if you’re not interested,” he trails off, shrugging.

“Keep your dick the fuck away from her,” I grind out harshly.

He holds his hands up in front of him, palms facing me. “Chill out, Prez,” he laughs.

“Stupid motherfucker,” I grumble under my breath. Still, I can’t help the grin that tugs on my lips. Roam has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. We both grew up in the club and after my father passed the gavel on to me, I knew immediately who I wanted as my second. There was never any other option.

Our father’s had managed had to take the club from a bunch of illegal outlaws to a law-abiding brotherhood that stuck together, helped our community and had each other’s backs. There was no longer any tension – in the club itself, or otherwise – and my brothers could one hundred percent trust the man standing beside him to have his back.

We set about putting all the tables inside and lining them up exactly where Jenna tells us to. She looks fucking sexy, chewing her lip as she thinks about the layout, but it’s when she bends over to pick a piece of paper she’s dropped that I let out a audible groan. Her jeans stretch tight across her ass and I can’t stop staring.