he does scare the crap out of her. He probably thinks she is nervous to be around his MC.
They have been at his clubhouse since the early afternoon, and so far, no one has tried to kill them. Jackson has been in his office dealing with all the paper work on his chaotic desk.
That wasn't exactly what she'd expected. When a big bad biker says he has to take care of some business, you imagine him busting someone's cap or roughing someone up, not filing endless paperwork.
“ As soon as someone actually realizes how boring your job is, you'll be safe,” she says to a busy Jackson.
He looks up and raises a brow at her.
“ I thought we were going to go kick someone's ass,” she accuses.
He groans, “That's just a stereotype that has been unfairly pinned on us.”
She really doesn't think so.
“ Yeah, right. You guys are a bunch of lovable bunnies under all the leather and muscles,” she says sarcastically.
“ I'm almost done, then we can take an extended home vacation,” he says with a smile.
She gets up from the chair she has grown intimate with in the last few hours, and leaves the office to look for a bathroom.
Only a few people idle around the clubhouse and they ignore her. She finds a bathroom but it's disgustingly dirty, so she says a prayer that she can wait and walks back to Jackson's office.
When she passes the bar, a fight breaks out between two enormous meat-heads on the other side of the room. Finally, something biker like is going on. She sits by the bar and watches the show.
A female bartender comes up and she orders a can of ginger ale.
Over on the other side of the room one of the bikers headbutts buts the other biker. Ouch.
The woman brings her the drink. She is wearing a leather vest with no shirt and skintight jeans. Sadie wants to ask where she bought her cool vest but she doesn't look particularly friendly.
“ What's that fight about?” Sadie asks.
The mean looking woman gives her an assessing look. Sadie gives her a beaming smile.
“ Brick told Rick that he has been banging his wife for the past few weeks, again,” she says.
“ Oh, that's rough. What a bitch,” she says sympathetically.
Brick, or Rick now has the other one on the floor in a headlock and is giving him a wedgie.
Sadie admires dirty fighting, but wedgies should be illegal! Sadie turns to see the bartender who has gone quiet.
The woman is blushing angrily. Her hair is the wrong shade of blonde and she looks funny with her face that purple.
“ I'm Rick's wife,” she says.
There is a reason why Sadie never talks to strangers.
“ I'm sure he made you do it,” she adds.
Deciding it's time to get the heck out of there, she leaps out of the stool and hurries over to Jackson's office.
He is putting something into a duffle bag when she bursts into the room.
“ I'm all done, let's get out of here,” he says.
“ Great, and no one has even tried to kill you yet,” she says.
***
They get off Jackson's motorcycle as the sun is setting in the distance. The glorious colors cast the white clapboard house in shades of red and orange. She really likes his house.
He opens the door and once inside, he pounces. His lips are rough and demanding. She instinctively responds, running her hands up his chest until they lock around his neck.
He pulls Sadie up, one hand on her waist, the other on her hip. Sadie wraps a leg around his hip, loving the feel of his hard body against hers. Jackson pulls away to catch his breath and Sadie whimpers at the loss.
She is so screwed.
Groaning, he rocks against her, holding her against the wall with his hips. He moves back and looks into her eyes. They are heavy lidded and dazed with passion. She's panting as if she just ran, and he's no better.
With her hands on his neck, she pulls him down once more, moaning when their mouths
meet.
Chapter Thirteen
Jackson
He's drowning in her taste and warmth, he fucking loves this. Jackson's
They have been at his clubhouse since the early afternoon, and so far, no one has tried to kill them. Jackson has been in his office dealing with all the paper work on his chaotic desk.
That wasn't exactly what she'd expected. When a big bad biker says he has to take care of some business, you imagine him busting someone's cap or roughing someone up, not filing endless paperwork.
“ As soon as someone actually realizes how boring your job is, you'll be safe,” she says to a busy Jackson.
He looks up and raises a brow at her.
“ I thought we were going to go kick someone's ass,” she accuses.
He groans, “That's just a stereotype that has been unfairly pinned on us.”
She really doesn't think so.
“ Yeah, right. You guys are a bunch of lovable bunnies under all the leather and muscles,” she says sarcastically.
“ I'm almost done, then we can take an extended home vacation,” he says with a smile.
She gets up from the chair she has grown intimate with in the last few hours, and leaves the office to look for a bathroom.
Only a few people idle around the clubhouse and they ignore her. She finds a bathroom but it's disgustingly dirty, so she says a prayer that she can wait and walks back to Jackson's office.
When she passes the bar, a fight breaks out between two enormous meat-heads on the other side of the room. Finally, something biker like is going on. She sits by the bar and watches the show.
A female bartender comes up and she orders a can of ginger ale.
Over on the other side of the room one of the bikers headbutts buts the other biker. Ouch.
The woman brings her the drink. She is wearing a leather vest with no shirt and skintight jeans. Sadie wants to ask where she bought her cool vest but she doesn't look particularly friendly.
“ What's that fight about?” Sadie asks.
The mean looking woman gives her an assessing look. Sadie gives her a beaming smile.
“ Brick told Rick that he has been banging his wife for the past few weeks, again,” she says.
“ Oh, that's rough. What a bitch,” she says sympathetically.
Brick, or Rick now has the other one on the floor in a headlock and is giving him a wedgie.
Sadie admires dirty fighting, but wedgies should be illegal! Sadie turns to see the bartender who has gone quiet.
The woman is blushing angrily. Her hair is the wrong shade of blonde and she looks funny with her face that purple.
“ I'm Rick's wife,” she says.
There is a reason why Sadie never talks to strangers.
“ I'm sure he made you do it,” she adds.
Deciding it's time to get the heck out of there, she leaps out of the stool and hurries over to Jackson's office.
He is putting something into a duffle bag when she bursts into the room.
“ I'm all done, let's get out of here,” he says.
“ Great, and no one has even tried to kill you yet,” she says.
***
They get off Jackson's motorcycle as the sun is setting in the distance. The glorious colors cast the white clapboard house in shades of red and orange. She really likes his house.
He opens the door and once inside, he pounces. His lips are rough and demanding. She instinctively responds, running her hands up his chest until they lock around his neck.
He pulls Sadie up, one hand on her waist, the other on her hip. Sadie wraps a leg around his hip, loving the feel of his hard body against hers. Jackson pulls away to catch his breath and Sadie whimpers at the loss.
She is so screwed.
Groaning, he rocks against her, holding her against the wall with his hips. He moves back and looks into her eyes. They are heavy lidded and dazed with passion. She's panting as if she just ran, and he's no better.
With her hands on his neck, she pulls him down once more, moaning when their mouths
meet.
Chapter Thirteen
Jackson
He's drowning in her taste and warmth, he fucking loves this. Jackson's
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