Shafted(Devil's Blaze MC 4)(86)

“I’m sure what you have under that coat is great, baby. At least judging from those heels.” He whistles. “But, I just figured you’d want to get comfortable for the club party.”

“You mean you don’t want me wearing a dress and showing my legs off.”

“Those boys are some horny fuckers,” he grumbles, rubbing his beard in irritation. He doesn’t tell me not to wear my shorts or dresses, but it sure does aggravate him. Something I’m learning to use against him the last few days. I’ve learned the right outfit will get me carried to my room and definitely make Jax’s commanding ‘Daddy’ side come out. At first, that made me a little uncomfortable, but I can’t lie. I find it hot as hell. It feels like power. I can make this big, bad alpha-male lose it—which only seems right since he does the same to me.

I shrug. “I think my outfit is fine for the party.”

“If you say it is, I’ll live with it. But, let’s keep moving, or the party will be over before we get there,” he urges, and I can tell by the way his face is tight, he’s doing his best not to look at me. He wants to demand I wear something else. Probably sweats and no makeup. The thought makes me giggle. “I ought to spank your ass. I think you love torturing me.”

“You’re overreacting,” I tell him—totally lying. “Here, I’ll show you. Hold my diploma.” I hand him the thick blue cover the diploma is encased in, and then undo a couple of buttons. I don’t have many open. Just the top ones. I know when I unbutton those, all he is getting is glimpses of white from my shirt and cleavage.

“Let’s just forget it. Show me when we get home.” He attempts to hand my diploma back.

“But, I want to show you now, honey.” I grin and then remove the belt which has the coat cinched around me. I let it fall to the ground, because after all, I don’t really care about it.

“Motherfucker,” Jax growls, the sound sending flutters of excitement through me. His throat bobs as he swallows hard, taking me in. Jax’s eyes are dark and heated, full of desire. I’m pretty sure his mouth is watering.

“Does that mean you like?” I boldly ask, watching as his hand clenches in a fist.

I wonder if I can order a new diploma cause this one might not be holding up so well.





Chapter Sixty-Three





Jax





Bree is standing in the middle of a fucking parking lot full of buses wearing a barely-buttoned white top, with no bra, and the shortest plaid skirt I’ve ever seen in my life. I wondered this morning why she plaited her hair. She complains that it makes her look too young, but I’ve always loved it. I thought maybe she wore it that way for me. Now, I know she really did.

I just stare at her, unable to move. What else can a man do when he’s given his hottest fucking fantasy in real life. Bree squirms, and despite what she’s doing, and how bold she’s had to be, there’s a fine blush blooming on her face. It’s cold outside, and I can see fine snowflakes flying through the air, even though there’s nothing on the ground. I should be worried about Bree catching the flu. Instead, I find myself dropping her things to the ground and growling like the animal she turns me into. She turns around, the little skirt spinning up in the air giving me a glimpse of the barely-there white lace thong she’s wearing. Even when the skirt falls back in place, her ass cheeks still hang out of the back of it. Better than my dream.

“Is it too short?” she asks, with a sassy little grin when she looks over her shoulder. I walk the two steps it takes to get to her. My hands instantly land on each of her ass cheeks, grabbing them and manipulating her thick globes. So fucking soft and sexy.

“You’re trying to fuck with me, Bree?” I growl biting into her shoulder. I’m rewarded by her breathy gasp and the way her body shakes in reaction. Her ass pushes back against me. Always so fucking eager for me.

“I’ve been bad,” she whispers, and fuck, I can feel my cock already dripping cum.

“Do you know what I do to bad girls, baby?”

“You punish them?” she gasps when I move one of my hands under her shirt and around her side, not stopping until I’m palming her tit. Her nipple is so hard it’s stabbing into my hand, demanding attention. I’m being so rough with her, I know that I’m going to leave bruises on her body. Fuck, she’ll be lucky if I don’t draw blood. I tug on her nipple and twist it so hard my fingers push against her shirt, and I feel the material give.

“Do you need to be punished?” I ask against her ear, letting my beard scrape against the tender skin on her neck.