Page 38 of Journey

Conner throws a towel at me before moving away to get drinks for a few of the club whores. The way he’s flirting with them tells me my joke really hit a nerve. Dude’s going so hard, it’s like he has a point to prove.

“What time are you heading out?” Jackyl asks when he steps up beside me and slaps me on the back.

I glance at the time on my cell. “Few minutes. What’s up?”

“My dick as soon as I get to Leah’s,” he replies.

“Jesus, that’s more info than I need.”

“Figure you gotta get your kicks somehow. Ever since you hooked up with Wren, you haven’t so much as flirted with a club whore. And judging by your ever-present grumpy mood, I’m guessing you haven’t gotten laid either.”

I push to my feet. “And on that note, I’m outta here.”

Jackyl’s laughter follows me as I head out the door to my Harley. His observations piss me off because they’re the truth. From the moment I saw Wren, no other woman compared. When my attention isn’t on club business and the Wingless Angels threat, it’s on her.

The ride to Wren’s apartment seems to take forever, but I’m pretty sure my impatience is the cause. Traffic wasn’t bad, and I maintained a healthy pace well above the speed limit.

When I knock on her door, the nerves start to settle in, making me feel like a teenage boy picking up his prom date.

Get a grip. You’re a one percenter. If you can handle that, you can handle this.

“You’re early,” Wren says as she yanks the door open.

“Hello to you, too,” I tease.

She pushes at one side of her hair and rocks back on her heels.

Ah, she’s flustered.

“C’mon in.”

I close and lock the door behind me, and when I turn back around to face her, she’s staring at me like I’m an alien from another planet.

“What?”

Wren shakes her head as she puts a hand to her throat. “Oh, um… nothing.”

“You should take a picture,” I advise. “It’d last longer.”

That taunt does the trick. Her body relaxes, and she narrows her eyes at me. “You’re impossible,” she sasses. “Gimme a minute to finish getting ready, then we can go.”

“Actually, I was thinking we’d stay here.”

“You’ve been hounding me to go out with you, and now you don’t want to go out?”

The way her nose wrinkles with annoyance is fucking cute as hell, and it takes everything in me not to close the distance between us and kiss her senseless. Instead, I remind myself why I don’t want to actually take her out, and my lust cools.

“It’s not that I don’t want to take you out,” I explain. “But things are heating up with the Wingless Angels, and now that all the puzzle pieces have clicked as far as Stone being your dad, I think it’s best we don’t tempt the devil.”

“What do you mean, things are heating up?” Fear enters her eyes. “I haven’t gotten any more packages or calls.”

“And I hope you never do. But all the cards are on the table now, and war has been declared. Stone and his brothers are out for blood, and I’m fairly certain it doesn’t matter who gets caught up in the bloodshed.”

“You think they’d try something while we’re on a date?”

“I think they’d try something if we were in a packed church on Easter Sunday,” I counter.

“Oh.”

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