Page 48 of Her Possessive Bikers

"I'll take care of you darlin'," I say as I begin to soap up the loofa.

If she only knew how much truth was behind that statement.

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INDY

Sunlight filters through unfamiliar curtains as I blink awake. Jacoby's arm drapes heavily across my waist, his warm breath tickling my neck. The events of last night flood back - the fire, the chevelle, the shower...

My stomach twists with guilt as I remember Kyler's touch just days before, how he slipped away into the night without staying. The weight of Jacoby's arm suddenly feels suffocating.

"Hey," I whisper, gently shaking his shoulder. "Jacoby, wake up."

Jacoby’s arm tightens around me, and he buries his face into my neck. His stubble tickles, making me squirm.

“Five more minutes, beautiful,” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

I sigh, pressing my palm against his chest. “Jacoby, I’m serious. We need to get up.”

He finally opens one eye, giving me a lazy grin. “Not much for pillow talk, are you?”

I roll my eyes but can’t help the smile tugging at my lips. “And you’re one to talk?”

He chuckles and props himself up on an elbow. “Fair point.” His fingers trace idle patterns on my arm, sending little sparks of electricity through me.

“You always this restless after a night of passion?” he teases.

“Maybe,” I say with a smirk. “Or maybe I just have a lot on my mind.”

His expression softens as he shifts closer. “I get it, Indy. Last night was... a lot.”

“A lot,” I echo, thinking about the fire and the confrontation with the rival gang.

Jacoby’s hand moves to cup my cheek. “But you handled it like a champ.”

I lean into his touch, feeling the warmth radiate from his palm. “I didn’t have much of a choice.”

“There’s always a choice,” he says softly. His thumb brushes my lower lip, and I can’t resist anymore.

I lean in and kiss him, pouring all my mixed emotions into it—grief, gratitude, confusion. He responds immediately, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.

We break apart just enough for him to whisper against my lips, “You’re something else, Indy Cooper.”

I laugh lightly and press another quick kiss to his mouth before pulling back completely. “Come on, Vice President Wilson. We’ve got a day ahead of us.”

He groans dramatically but sits up, running a hand over his shaved head. “Fine, but only because you asked so nicely.”

I throw the covers off and swing my legs over the side of the bed. The cool air hits my skin, making me shiver slightly.

Jacoby stands up and stretches, every muscle in his torso flexing under his skin. “What’s the plan for today?”

"I need to go check the house," I say, searching for my pants. "See what I can save before everything's ruined by water damage."

Jacoby runs a hand through his short hair. "Uh, let me call Tres first, darlin'. After what happened, we need to be careful."

"Come on, it's broad daylight." I tug my band tee down over my hips. "I just want to see what's left."

"I get it, but we don't know if those assholes are watching the place." He reaches for his phone. "Let me check."

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