Page 14 of Jolt's Vengeance

It's a power play that's bound to have repercussions, not just for her, but for the club as well.

As I mechanically wipe down the bar, my mind drifts to a different, more intoxicating memory.

A, the woman from a few weeks ago.

Her image floods my senses—those piercing green eyes, the curve of her hips, the way her blonde hair fell across her face as she threw her head back in laughter.

I can almost smell her perfume, a mix of jasmine and something darker, more dangerous.

My fingers tighten on the rag as I remember how her skin felt under my touch, soft yet electric.

"Earth to Jolt." Shiver's voice cuts through my daydream. "You zonin’ out on us, brother?"

I shake my head, forcing a grin. "Just thinking about bike maintenance," I lie smoothly.

Shiver snorts, not buying it for a second. "Sure, if that's what we're calling it these days."

I shrug, not willing to share my thoughts about A.

Something about her feels private, separate from the chaos of club life.

"Speaking of maintenance," I say, eyeing the clock, "I should probably hit the hay. Early start tomorrow."

Hawk nods, draining the last of his beer. "Good, man. We need you sharp."

I toss the rag into the sink and stretch, my muscles aching from a long day. "Night, brothers," I call out, heading for the door.

The cool night air hits me as I step outside, a welcome break from the stuffy clubhouse.

I make my way to the trailer I share with Shiver and Siren, the gravel crunching under my boots.

Inside, the trailer is quiet.

Siren must be asleep already, and Shiver's still at the bar.

I head straight for my room, closing the door behind me with a soft click.

As I strip off my clothes, my mind wanders back to A.

The memory of our encounter in the alleyway beside the bar is vivid, almost painfully so.

I can still feel the rough brick against my palms, hear her breathless moans in my ear.

I lay down on the bed, my body thrumming with desire.

Closing my eyes, I let myself sink into the fantasy.

A's lips on mine, hungry and demanding.

My hands roaming her body, memorizing every curve and hollow.

The heat of her core as I thrust into her, the way she clung to me like I was her lifeline.

A groan escapes me, and I have to remind myself that the walls in this trailer are thin.

But even as I try to rein in my thoughts, I can't help but wonder if I'll ever see her again.

A... she felt different.

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