Bent, Not Broken(28)
Demon turned the radio on for the last hour of the journey. Joker hadn’t heard from either his father or his woman.
Once he was outside of the clubhouse, he watched Demon, Shakes, and Daniella get out of the car.
“I’ll be back in a minute. Don’t go anywhere,” Demon said.
Sitting outside of the clubhouse, Joker let out a breath. He needed to see Amy to make sure she was okay. After their night together, he didn’t want to leave her alone for long periods of time. He’d been away for over eight hours and their relationship was new, but more importantly, this had been a huge step for Amy and liable to bring up a lot of painful memories.
Demon climbed back into the car.
“She settled?”
“Do you really think a young girl like that will ever be settled in a clubhouse?”
He thought about Amy and hoped to God she was.
“Let’s get this over with.”
Joker put the car into gear, heading toward his father’s house.
“So, you and Amy are step-siblings?”
“Cut that shit out. We’re not related so don’t even try to gross me out with it. I’d never touch any real sister and you know it.” Joker shuddered at the thought. Amy had always been different.
“Sorry.” Demon held his hands up. “When you’re like this I forget you’re young and you’ve still got your whole life ahead of you.”
He was in his mid-twenties, not exactly young.
“Do you really think Amy has a place in the club?”
“When you took Deanna in, did you see her as the woman you were going to love?” Joker asked, answering Demon’s question with a question of his own.
“Look man, I’m sorry; Amy and Deanna are two different people.”
“I know which is why you need to back off. I love Amy. She’s my woman and with time she’ll fit into the club just like Deanna has. It’s not going to be easy, but I promise you, I’m going to make it work.”
He gripped the steering wheel tighter. Joker refused to have doubts when it came to Amy.
Demon didn’t say anything else on the drive. The silence was tense. All he wanted to do was take Amy in his arms, make love to her, and make all of her fears go away. He couldn’t give up the club nor could he give up the love of his life. It was a decision he didn’t want to have to make.
Blowing out a breath, he parked behind Demon’s car—the one that Deanna had obviously driven.
“Well, my woman is still here. That’s got to be a good thing.”
Demon climbed out of the SUV while Joker locked it up. The moment he opened the door to his father’s home, he heard the laughter: Amy’s, his father’s, and Deanna’s. All three were giggling over something.
“Come on, you ladies are totally cheating.”
“Am not, it’s the rules of the game.”
Entering the room, he saw his father shuffling cards as Deanna and Amy were laughing.
“Hey, son, good trip?”
“The best,” Joker said, his voice void of emotion.
Amy looked toward him, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “I’m up a hundred bucks.”
“What the hell are you playing?” Joker asked, taking a seat behind his woman. He reached out to stroke her neck, touching her rapidly beating pulse.
“We’re gambling on snap.”
“Seriously?”
“It’s fun.” She leaned forward, gathering up her cards to show him how much fun. All three of them were pressing cards into the pile, laughing as they caught the same card. His father didn’t stand a chance.
“Snap?” Demon asked.
“It’s not poker of any kind but it’s fun. How long has it been since you played?” Deanna asked.
“I’m a grownup.”
Joker snorted.
“Whatever, party pooper.”
“How was your ride?” Amy asked, leaning back against his legs.
“Great.” He leaned forward and pressed a brief kiss to her lips. He wanted so much more and yet that simple kiss was enough for him for now.
“I’m going to head on up to bed.” His father got to his feet. “Deanna, it has been a pleasure to meet you. You must come around again soon.”
“I will. It was nice meeting you.”
“Come on, baby, time to go.”
They both said good night to Deanna and Demon. When they were alone, Amy spun in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck.
“I’ve missed you,” she said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she raised a brow at him. “And, uhm, I was hoping we could have more of what we did this morning.”
His cock was on alert and ready.
“I want you so fucking much, Amy,” Joker said against her mouth, and she molded into him even more. She felt comfortable with this man, trusted him, and although she knew she had a lot to learn and heal when it came to being with a man, Joker was the person she wanted to experience it all with.