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She’s probably working tonight. But I want to take her away from it all and wrap her in a goddamn bubble. But I’m proud as shit of her. And she’s not that type of woman.

I do fight the urge to go tearing up into her place and rip her goddamn clothes off. Hell, I want to do a lot more than that. My dirty fucking mind has been consumed by thoughts of her every fucking day and night. I want to make her scream my name, over and over again. It’s a thrill I can get used to. But fuck, I just got her back in my life and if friends is something that we’re going to have to be, then so fucking be it. Sure, I’ll be her best friend again. But I don’t think it’s going to be in the way she thinks. Because honestly, keeping my damn hands off her is going to be a big fucking challenge.

TWENTY-THREE

Charger

The club is full of brothers, hang-arounds, and whoever else decided to drop by. As club members, we host these parties a lot. It’s a way to have fun, cook up some good-ass food, and just give back to the community. The money we receive at these parties is donated to local charities. Despite what people may think of us, we’re not the bad guys, at least not all of us.

The Skulls MC, they’re a different story. They’re scraping the bottom of the barrel when it comes to our patience. It all started when Scorpion took over. He wasn’t always their President. No, that happened recently. Not that they were saints before, but now, now they really are fucking scum. Their old President was decent enough to at least keep his distance. Back then, they didn’t mess with us and we didn’t mess with them. Sometimes I wonder why we all can’t just get the fuck along. We share the same turf, but that doesn’t mean we have to be enemies. We can make our own rules. Who gives a fuck?

“Man, oh man, did you smell that barbeque out there?” Tank leans back in his stool, stretching his oversized legs out to the side. “Can’t wait to dig into… that.” Following Tank’s line of sight, I see why he faltered. In walks Jules. My dick twitches at the appearance of her—her long, dark locks flowing over her shoulders with strands falling between her tits. My eyes travel along her body, over her hourglass shape, then down her long, toned legs. She has the tightest, shortest little black number on. Why the fuck is she wearing something like that here? I have to readjust myself in my seat, because my jeans suddenly feel a bit tighter. Just the view of her might get me off right here.

Julianna Taccarelli is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. There’s no comparing her. No one could ever match up. I’m not the only one to notice either. Every guy in the room has their eyes fixated on her, making me want to break all their fucking necks.

Jules looks around then smiles after spotting me. It’s that same sweet, sexy smile she always has. She struts over, hips swaying with each step. Hips that are wider, sexier, and more woman than before.

Tank claps me on the back. “How’s that just being friends thing working out?” He smirks and I shake my head.

A prospect steps out in front of her, his body blocking her from me. That asshole. I see red, my ears burning and my insides fuming.

“I don’t know yet. I’ll get back to you on that.” I finish off my beer in one big swig, slam it down, and head over to remove this ass-twat from Jules. When I make it over to him, I tower behind the dumbass, watching as he feeds her some bullshit lines. Jules’s eyes slowly rise and widen at the sight of me. What? Like she’s surprised I would be here? Doesn’t she know by now? She’s mine.

I take a fist full of his leather, pulling him back and lifting him so the tops of his shoes scrape the ground. “You got five seconds to get lost, prospect.” After I release him, he scurries to the side and out of my reach, like a scared little puppy.

“Shit, sorry, Charger. I didn’t know she was yours or I wouldn’t have tried anything. My bad.” He runs away so fast, almost falling face-first on that ugly mug of his. My Jules. That does have a happy ring to it. But unfortunately, I don’t have a claim or hold on her, which means every asshole here thinks she’s up for grabs.

I pull my glare away from him, taking her all in. Now that she’s closer, she’s more beautiful than I thought. How is that possible?

Even with her heels, she still only comes to my chin. The scent of dessert fills our space. She smells like a damn cupcake. Her eyes shine and her lips are plump with a gloss that makes me want to run my tongue across it, giving her a little taste.

“You look…” I swallow, trying to get the words out. “Gorgeous. But it is just a barbeque. You didn’t have to wear something quite so, um, quite so revealing.” My eyes scan her again. Fucking hell.

“Yeah, well. I’m going to blame Angel for this one. Apparently, she left out the small detail of what kind of party it was and basically picked this dress out.” She fidgets with her hands. “I feel kind of stupid.”

I look over to Angel. She winks at me with a little wave. She also mouths, “You’re welcome,” like I’m supposed to appreciate Jules in something like this. I told her to take her shopping, to make sure she buys nice things, not a fucking dress like she’s going to a club. Now I’ll be fending off every cocksucker in here all night.

I inch closer, placing my hand on her waist. She’s so small compared to me. So delicate, like a flower. I want to wrap her up and make sure nothing happens to her. Ever. “Don’t feel stupid. You look beautiful. Just don’t leave my side.” When I brush her cheek with my thumb, her mouth parts. I force myself to step back, taking her hand and leading her to the bar where Tank is openly gawking.

“Close your fucking mouth, brother.”

He grins. “Hey, Jules, don’t you look breathtaking tonight.” He leans in, giving her a kiss to the cheek.

“Thank you, Tank. But if I would have known… I would have just worn jeans.”

“No way! You look hot.” Angel slides into our circle, handing Jules a shot. “Here, this will loosen you up a bit.” Jules takes it without hesitation, knocking it back in one quick motion.

“Thanks, I needed that. But I’m still pissed. Just not as pissed.” She nudges Angel with her elbow.

“I got you, girl.” Angel turns to Tank. “So, you gonna sing tonight or what, big guy?”

“You sing?” Jules asks with curiosity.

My gaze falls on Jules’s lips as she wipes the remaining liquor from them. Fuck.

“On occasion, mostly covers. Some country, mainly rock.” He grunts. “But, I’m kind of rusty, so...”

Angel slaps his chest. “Nah, you’re fine. We need some entertainment to liven up the place. Now, grab your guitar and go make the ladies swoon.”

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