Hostage (Predators MC 3)(95)

He shoved her panties into his back pocket.

“Give those back.”

“No. I’m going to put them in my nightstand.”

She blushed, reminded of what she had kept in her nightstand before he had destroyed it.

“Are you going to cut them up, too?” Her mouth was still wet from his kiss.

“Fuck no,” Jackal teased. “You probably don’t want to know what I’m going to do to them when I get home.” He plucked at the front of his jeans, trying to ease the material from strangling his cock.

“That’s definitely TMI.”

“You can have them back in two days.” He walked to her door. If he stayed much longer, he would be using her pussy to ease his aching cock instead of her panties.

“You can have them.”

Jackal pulled her in for one more kiss. “Lock the door after me.”

“Why? The only pervert I need to keep out is you, and you have a key.”

Jackal smacked her bottom as he went out the door, barely making it out before she slammed it behind him.

“God, I’m going to marry that woman.”





35





Penni looked up from her computer screen when she heard the office door open.

“What are you doing here?”

Grace came into the room, wearing a gorgeous dress that had her self-consciously straightening her casual top over her black pants.

“I decided to come back early.” Grace smiled at her, putting her purse on the desk catty-corner from hers.

“I told you to take the rest of the month off.”

“Dad told me to come home, that he needed to be alone.” Her smile slipped then firmed. “He’s going on a road trip. I think it will be good for him. He’s bought a motorcycle and will ride throughout the country until he decides which movie he’s going to direct next.”

Penni and Grace talked every night. The father and daughter were close, but she could understand him wanting to mourn in private without his son and daughter as witnesses.

“Since you didn’t take my offer for more time off …” Penni picked up a sheath of papers, handing them to Grace. “This is the contract for the Atlantic venue. Make sure Kaden has his own dressing room. He can’t be a diva if he doesn’t have fresh fruit, coffee, and an air purifier.”

“Ax doesn’t want a personal chef?”

“I already hired one to go on tour with us.”

“Thank God. It was a pain in the ass when the venues’ hired cooks who didn’t make what he wanted.”

“I don’t think Genny knows how to make Sushi, but she’ll learn,” she stated confidently.

The women spent the day getting caught up on their work. Then Grace went out to get take-out for lunch. Shoving her paperwork out of the way, they sat at Penni’s desk to eat.

Grace brushed a crumb away from her expensive dress. “So, Ice said you and Jackal are a couple.”

Penni lowered a chip that she had been about to eat, taking her time before answering the question and finally giving the only she could.

“I’m thinking about it.”

“Is it ten percent or fifty percent odds?”

Penni thought hard. “Uh … I don’t know. More like seventy percent sure.”

Grace frowned. “More than fifty percent? I thought you would be, like, less than ten percent.”

“That was before last night.”

“What happened last night?”

Penni didn’t answer, shoving a chip in her mouth.

“Did you have sex with him? You swore you’d never want anything to do with him.”

“No, I didn’t have sex with him, but I’m thinking about it. He’s kind of sexy.”

“Do you think he’s ten perfect—”

“What’s going on? When did you become a freaking mathematician?”

Grace looked down at her food. “If you tell, I’ll get in trouble, but Max started a bet over whether Jackal could … get you in bed,” she answered delicately.

Penni could just imagine the words Ice had used.

“Max said Jackal couldn’t get you in bed even if he had Stump’s dick.”

Wow, that must have hurt Jackal’s pride. Then another thought struck her. Had Jackal been trying to win a bet?

Penni stiffened in her chair. “Does Jackal know?” She would cut off his dick and shove it up his ass!

“No … No, he didn’t. He didn’t until this morning when Ice told him. Ice wanted to figure out whom to place his bet on. Our hot tub is on the fritz … We enjoy our hot tub,” Grace admitted, embarrassed.

“What did Jackal say?”

“He told Ice it was fifty percent.”

Penni relaxed back in her chair. She could live with that answer.