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"Hey Jag! I need your help with-" she stopped to point at the back door. "What were you doing in the storage? I thought we weren’t using it."
"Not a thing," he said, tossing the key back into the drawer and moving towards her.
"Okay, um, anyways," she continued her original thought process with a small smile. "There's a guy that is insisting he gets to drink for free because he knows your dad and said you'd vouch for him."
Jagger nodded and started to usher them out of the office until Sadie put a hand on his chest. "Mind if I take two minutes? I just want to sit down for a second. Everyone else just got topped off, so you won't miss me, promise." She said and moved to sit on the new couch in his office—the one she insisted they needed to take out of their tips last month because the old one's leather was cracking all over the floor.
"I'll still miss you," he drawled as she offered a slow wink. He left her alone and closed the door behind him with a soft click.
CHAPTER EIGHT
This is my chance, Jagger thought and hurried over to Sadie's phone that was still playing through the speakers.Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Off Her Clothesby Panic! At the Disco now playing and Jagger made a mental note he was going to need to pay more attention to the stuff she played. He brushed past his dad's old friend, Lethal Lenny, with a quick "I'll get you whatever you want! Just give me one second."
Once he had Sadie's phone in his hand, he was careful not to shut the music off. He swiped the playlist off to the side but not before seeing it was called"Songs I Want To Fuck To."
Jesus,Sadie,Jagger groaned internally, feeling a twitch in his jeans. No wonder the day had been so taxing on his cock; she had this shit playing in the background all day. He opened the main app screen and scrolled quickly until he saw it.
Jagger's mouth went completely dry and his thumb visibly shook when he clicked on it, opening the app and going right to the 'Messages' section.
And there, in plain sight, were the messages betweenRebelsWearLeatherandBookwormBarbie.
Fuck, I was right. His mind was racing at this new information. His arousal was pressing hard against his zipper, so he closed out the app, deleted the evidence of his search, and placed the phone back where it was, rushing towards the bar.La La Lhby The Dirty Youth now playing as he made his way to Lethal Lenny.
Composing himself behind the bar, he strutted over to the large gentleman. "Haven't seen you in a long time, Len. What can I get for you?" He asked, grabbing a coaster and setting it down before him.
Lethal Lenny grunted, "I know, but some information has come to light that you need to know. Grab me a pitcher. I trust you remember what I like."
With a curt nod, Jagger filled a pitcher of Bud Light and offered him a glass, to which Lethal Lenny waved away. He grabbed the large container and drank right from it, making it look small in his giant hands. Jagger always thought it was funny how the biggest guy in the room wanted the lightest shit in the bar.
"So, tell me." Jagger pressed, referencing his comment earlier.
"Dregs are pulling their shit again. And Jazlyn is with them. They think the Renegades have been keeping their own merchandise in here, fucking up their deals." Lethal Lenny finished the pitcher and handed it to Jagger for a refill.
"But we don't do that anymore; we haven't done it for a couple of years," Jagger explained, filling the pitcher again. "Sadie and I cleaned this place up and made it safe. Helped the gang to get jobs here and in the community. Real ones."
"Look, I'm just letting you know what I've heard. Do with that information what you will. I know your father still has hishand in some shit, even if he is in fucktown, Arizona. And I know he's got you on the hook still." Lethal Lenny grabbed his pitcher and stood, towering over everyone around him at the staggering height of 6'8. Jagger always took a moment to appreciate that he was on their side. "I know how hard you've tried to get right, kid. Just trying to help where I can and give you time to move what you gotta if you have to." With that, he returned to the pool table and reunited with some old Rebel buddies.
Jagger leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose.Great.
"You okay, Jaggie?" Sadie asked, appearing by his side and looking flushed.
Jagger straightened and took in her appearance. "Yeah, everything's fine. Are you feeling alright?"
Sadie laughed breathlessly, "Yes, of course. It just got hot in your office. You really gotta put a fan in there."
"I think it's just you, darling." Jagger pulled his lower lip into his mouth, and his teeth dragged along the edges. The sweet little thing fidgeted nervously, her fingers tangling in the bottom of her tresses until he tugged her hands away from her hair. When she froze, his hand reached over and tugged on the hem of her top, pulling it up until the dark lace border of her bra was visible for a beautiful second before letting go. There was a newfound confidence in knowing she wanted him after his discovery, and he decided he would revel in her any chance he could.
Sadie made a pained noise in her throat and grabbed his hand in her own. "Jag, I don't know if you should be touching me. It hasn't been 24 hours since this whole thing with Travis went down, and I haven't even talked to him about it."
Jagger toyed with his bottom lip again as he pulled her closer and leaned down. "I think you're going to come to find I don't need to touch you to get you off, Sweets."
His words ran straight through her, and part of her was curious about what he meant. Before she could ask, he turned her away from the front of the bar and pressed his solid chest against her back. Her hands reached out to brace herself against the shelves that were stocked with liquor along the back wall to keep from her lower half being pushed into the hard edge.
"I promise I won't touch you. For now."
The promise in his voice had wetness pooling between her thighs in an instant.
"I'll tell you what. I can walk away right now and stop playing this game you started when you began letting Camille cut up these tiny ass tops," The toe of his boot kicked against hers. "And bought these fucking boots," His hands fisted in the sides of his old jacket she was wearing despite how hot she claimed to be a moment ago. "And started wearing one of my old Rebel skins like a damn varsity jacket." His voice dropped low as he pressed his mouth to her ear, lips tickling the shell. "Or you can pretend to clean one of these bottles, and I'll take that as a sign that you want me to keep going."
