“Hold on,” he orders, and I gladly wrap my arms around him, leaning into his back. It’s like wrapping around the sun and all the heat settles between my legs.
Finally, I think I know what they meant when the other girls in my class used to say their boyfriends set them on fire. I’m feeling that way, and the only thing I know about him is he thinks I’m too young. I didn’t even look at his name on his cut. I was too busy checking the rest of him out.
Dang it.
Chapter Five
Jax
If there’s a sweeter Hell on Earth than feeling her legs tightening against my thighs, having her body lean into me, her arms wrapped around me, as I’m driving her down the road on my bike, I don’t know what it is.
Fuck, it feels so good.
No.
She feels so good.
She fits.
She belongs to me.
Christ. That sounds so fucking stupid and it’s impossible, but that’s exactly how I feel—like she’s mine. Which is crazy. Completely and utterly stupid, in fact. She can’t be mine. She’s too damn young, she’s property of another club. A club that the Blaze have just recently buried a hatchet with. Hell, Skull, our President, and Tucker still barely like each other. I fuck around with Tucker’s granddaughter—his eighteen-year-old, still in high school granddaughter? I’ll probably blow the truce, have my cut taken, be left without a club, and wind up six feet underground. It would be a toss-up as to if Skull or Tucker would put me there.
I have to be completely insane to even be thinking about her. But…I am. She’s awoken something inside of me, I’ve never had any idea existed. I have a suspicion it’s what has been leaving me so unsatisfied with life. What I can’t fucking understand is how an eighteen-year-old girl could be the answer to what I’ve been searching for, for years. Fuck, I’ve probably been searching longer than she’s been alive. That thought alone should be enough to freeze my fucking balls into ice cubes and yet, it doesn’t.
Instead, my cock is as hard as it was yesterday, as hard as it was last night, and as hard as it was even after I jacked off in the shower this morning, while I thought about the dirty things I’d do to her if given the chance. I’m in deep shit, and instead of getting space, here I am giving the woman a ride on my bike. A bike that has never had another woman on it. My bike is sacred, putting a bitch on the back implies something, something I haven’t wanted…until now.
I had her give me directions, but I don’t think I was prepared to pull into the parking lot of the local high school. Goddamn. Seeing the damn buses parked in a nearby lot reminds me of my dream. I pull up to the front door, ignoring the looks the people that are scattered around are giving us. I’m used to looks, it’s just I’m pretty sure these are calling me a dirty old man. A pervert and fuck I am. I’m both of those because it wouldn’t take me too much to lean her over my bike and fuck the hell out of her right now. I wouldn’t even give a fuck who is watching. Part of me wants them to see it. See me claim her. Watch as I sink my cock deep inside her branding her as mine. All mine.
She gets off my bike when we park, and I instantly miss her arms around me. She takes a step to stand in front of me, her soft hair is windblown, wild around her face, her cheeks are blushed from the sting of the wind and the exhilaration of the ride. The ‘V’ cut in her shirt gives me just a peek of her ample breasts, and it’s not too much to imagine this is exactly the look she would have after a healthy work out in the bed, or on the floor, shower…against a fucking wall…over the seat of my bike.
“Uh…thank you, I’m sorry I don’t know your name,” she says, interrupting my list of all the places I want to fuck her.
“Ajax.”
“Ajax? Like the cleaner?”
“There’s nothing clean about me, sweets,” I tell her and that’s more true than ever since I met her. Her nose curls in disgust and it’s damn cute. Jesus, even that makes me want her.
“Don’t call me that. I don’t like it,” she sasses.
“What?”
“Sweets. My name is Aubree.”
“What’s wrong with sweets?”
“That’s what you call a woman when you know you aren’t going to expend the effort to learn her name. I have a name. I like my name. Call me by it,” she demands, even as her blush is deepening. Baby girl has a kick to her, and fuck if that don’t just turn me on more. I like a woman who speaks up for herself. I like her even more when she knows to do as she’s told, and I’m thinking Aubree knows that for sure.