town. Worse, he must’ve been crazy to think he could take her out once and once would serve as enough. He grated back an outright cursing tantrum. He’d been so wrapped up in her, he’d meant to go back to the club and tell them Autumn Lake was his, hands-off to anyone and everyone. Damn if he hadn’t lost his perspective here. The back and forth, his inability to make up his mind, was frustrating at best.
Unfortunately, he already missed her. Fact was, he couldn’t wait until tomorrow.
He’d see her then. Maybe they’d have a good time together and once would be enough. He’d fuck her out of his system once and for all.
Yeah, that sounded like a solid plan.
Chapter Six
“All right, boys. Let’s get these trucks unloaded.” Autumn jumped out of the lead SUV with a clipboard.
She stepped right into her role as a mobster’s daughter, checking pallets and crates as several on her dad’s team rolled the shipment into the Heroes and Rogues clubhouse. “We need to move, guys!”
Her dad had advised her to be in and out within an hour. She’d talked to Chief Malory and he had assured her they could unload in that amount of time. He also warned her not to push it much later than four o’clock. The locals had a shift change at the top of the hour and the clubhouse wasn’t exactly off the beaten path. In fact, the police station was right down the road and the highway patrol was only a few miles up the interstate.
“Let’s shake a leg, fellas!” She caught movement in her periphery and turned to see Devon marching toward a woman she instantly recognized as Victory Rising. Wearing a baby-doll top and denim cutoffs, she leapt in Devon’s arms as soon as he reached her. Giggles filled the air before he hauled her off behind the building, cupping her cheeks and holding her against his crotch.
“So much for work,” she muttered, marking off another crate number.
“Jealous?”
Her nipples spiked as soon as Jake’s hot breath swept across her ear. Trying to play it off, she checked the remaining inventory. Walking away from him, she asked, “Why would I be envious?”
He stayed right behind her. She sensed him as she walked to the back of the only eighteen-wheeler they’d sent. Peering inside, she verified it was cleared and tapped on the metal. “All right. Let’s move!”
Seconds later, the commercial truck pulled away.
“Are you avoiding me for a specific reason?” Jake asked.
“I’m busy. You should be, too.” She was smothering and it had nothing to do with her father’s business or the dangers it represented. It had nothing to do with straddling the proverbial fence between right and wrong, playing the part of gun trafficking mobster daughter on one hand and federal agent on the other. She was uptight for a different reason.
She’d spent the night tossing and turning. All she’d thought about was the ‘what if’s’ and what was missed.
“Are you busy later?”
She dropped the clipboard to her side and stopped walking. Facing him, she asked, “Why?”
“I thought we might grab a beer after you get done here, but no problem. I’ll back off.” He moved around her and hollered at one of the club members walking toward the garage.
“Jake!” God, she sounded like a desperate high school girl.
He stopped, slowly turned, and the look on his face was instantly translated. She’d brushed him off and now she’d pay. If she wanted him, or even wanted a conversation with him, he’d make her work for it.
She slapped the clipboard against Tigger’s chest in passing. “It’s all here. Sign off on it and have Devon sign, too.” She never looked his way as she pursued the man responsible for giving her a sleepless night.
Dressed in jeans, biker boots, and a fitted white T-shirt stretching across that fine chest of his, Jake waited until she caught up to him. He sure didn’t meet her halfway.
“I have a better idea.” She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
Unfortunately, he already missed her. Fact was, he couldn’t wait until tomorrow.
He’d see her then. Maybe they’d have a good time together and once would be enough. He’d fuck her out of his system once and for all.
Yeah, that sounded like a solid plan.
Chapter Six
“All right, boys. Let’s get these trucks unloaded.” Autumn jumped out of the lead SUV with a clipboard.
She stepped right into her role as a mobster’s daughter, checking pallets and crates as several on her dad’s team rolled the shipment into the Heroes and Rogues clubhouse. “We need to move, guys!”
Her dad had advised her to be in and out within an hour. She’d talked to Chief Malory and he had assured her they could unload in that amount of time. He also warned her not to push it much later than four o’clock. The locals had a shift change at the top of the hour and the clubhouse wasn’t exactly off the beaten path. In fact, the police station was right down the road and the highway patrol was only a few miles up the interstate.
“Let’s shake a leg, fellas!” She caught movement in her periphery and turned to see Devon marching toward a woman she instantly recognized as Victory Rising. Wearing a baby-doll top and denim cutoffs, she leapt in Devon’s arms as soon as he reached her. Giggles filled the air before he hauled her off behind the building, cupping her cheeks and holding her against his crotch.
“So much for work,” she muttered, marking off another crate number.
“Jealous?”
Her nipples spiked as soon as Jake’s hot breath swept across her ear. Trying to play it off, she checked the remaining inventory. Walking away from him, she asked, “Why would I be envious?”
He stayed right behind her. She sensed him as she walked to the back of the only eighteen-wheeler they’d sent. Peering inside, she verified it was cleared and tapped on the metal. “All right. Let’s move!”
Seconds later, the commercial truck pulled away.
“Are you avoiding me for a specific reason?” Jake asked.
“I’m busy. You should be, too.” She was smothering and it had nothing to do with her father’s business or the dangers it represented. It had nothing to do with straddling the proverbial fence between right and wrong, playing the part of gun trafficking mobster daughter on one hand and federal agent on the other. She was uptight for a different reason.
She’d spent the night tossing and turning. All she’d thought about was the ‘what if’s’ and what was missed.
“Are you busy later?”
She dropped the clipboard to her side and stopped walking. Facing him, she asked, “Why?”
“I thought we might grab a beer after you get done here, but no problem. I’ll back off.” He moved around her and hollered at one of the club members walking toward the garage.
“Jake!” God, she sounded like a desperate high school girl.
He stopped, slowly turned, and the look on his face was instantly translated. She’d brushed him off and now she’d pay. If she wanted him, or even wanted a conversation with him, he’d make her work for it.
She slapped the clipboard against Tigger’s chest in passing. “It’s all here. Sign off on it and have Devon sign, too.” She never looked his way as she pursued the man responsible for giving her a sleepless night.
Dressed in jeans, biker boots, and a fitted white T-shirt stretching across that fine chest of his, Jake waited until she caught up to him. He sure didn’t meet her halfway.
“I have a better idea.” She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
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