Page 12 of Jabba's Journey

Out of the mouths of babes. Shrugging, I look at Harmony for a little bit of help. Goddess knows I don’t have much experience with young children and the right way to speak with them that’s considered socially appropriate.

“Jazzy, you’ll understand better when you’re older, but Electrawasteasing your uncle,” Harmony says. “She doesn’t really mean that he’s a bad person.”

“I’m so bad I’m good,” Jabba teases, winking at me.

Again with the dang winking! At this point, I suspect I need to go back to the room I’m using and change my panties, because there’s no darned way I will ride his wolf like this! “Um, I’ll go up and change,” I say, to try and diffuse the tension that’s now coating the room.

“Nah, you’re fine,” Jabba retorts. “Besides, I’m finished with styling your hair, Princess. What do you think, Jazzy?” he asks, handing her a small mirror that was sitting on the table.

She takes the mirror and I grin when I see her turning her head this way and then twisting her neck to look at the other side, smiling so widely that all of her teeth are showing. “I love it! I’m going to go show Daddy,” she exclaims, hopping off the chair and running out of the room.

“Oh, to have that much energy,” Harmony murmurs.

“Right? If we could bottle that shit, we’d make millions,” Jabba replies. “Let’s go see how Cyrus likes it because maybe, she’ll ask him about a wolfie saddle.” His snicker has Harmony and I joining in as we quickly follow Jazzy’s path to see her standing in front of her father, preening as he inspects her new hairdo.

“Daddy?” Jazzy asks as we come within earshot.

“Yeah, baby,” he replies, somewhat distracted as Harmony comes into view.

Swishing her hips from side to side, she holds her hands up in a prayer-like motion and asks what we were all hoping she would. “Do you have a wolfie saddle?”

Cyrus’s brows shoot up toward his hairline as he glances toward the three of us. “A what?”

“A wolfie saddle. Uncle Jabba is going to let Electra ride his wolf to the spring, and I wanna go for a ride too!”

“Harmony,” Cyrus hisses.

“Yes, love?” she replies, smiling sweetly up at her mate.

“What in the fuck is my daughter talking about?”

“Don’t you meanourdaughter?” she retorts, irritation now in her tone.

“Of course, that’s what I meant. Don’t change the subject,” he commands. “A wolfie saddle? Really? Is nothing sacred around this fucking place?”

“Daddy, do you have one or not?” Jazzy questions, hands now placed on her hips as she stares at him. Goddess love her, she’s got a one-track mind right now and it’s rather hysterical to see Cyrus slowly losing his mind while Jabba appears to be highly pained trying to hold his laughter back.

“No, I do not,” Cyrus growls out. “And you’re getting too old to ride on my wolf, especially since you can shift now.”

“If I’m too old, then so is Electra,” Jazzy advises, her lower lip now poking out in a perfect, little girl pout.

At that, Jabba loses his control and doubles up, laughing so hard the sound booms around the room. I know his position means he’s probably serious all the time since the club’s protection is his primary thought, so seeing him being so free right now adds to the growing feelings I’m having where he’s concerned.

“Harmony, you’ve got some explaining to do,” Cyrus scolds, but the heat in his eyes says that conversation needs to be of the private sort.

Jabba manages to get himself under control and move to my side, where he whispers, “You’ll never be too old to ride me, babe.”

Cue the swoon because the sexual tension is now so high, I feel like we should all be choking on the thickness of it at this point.

“Um, yeah. Ride. A ride sounds good,” I stammer, then slap my hands onto my face to hide behind.

Dear Goddess, could I get any more embarrassing?

When Jabba’s endless laughter picks back up, I quickly turn on my feet and head toward the backdoor to make a swift exit.

Chapter Seven

Jabba

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