Page 51 of Jolt's Vengeance

The tension between us crackles like electricity, making it hard to focus on anything else.

I force myself to turn toward the rest of the group, spotting a couple of the other guys on the other side of the club.

I catch snippets of their conversation about the upcoming run to Billings.

Aggie shifts beside me, her thigh brushing against mine, sending a jolt through my body.

"So, Jolt," Cobra calls out, his words slightly slurred. "You ready for this run or what?"

I clear my throat, trying to ignore the heat radiating from Aggie. "Yeah, man. Always ready."

Aggie leans forward, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ye sure about that? Seems like ye might be a wee bit... distracted."

I shoot her a warning glance, but she just smirks, clearly enjoying the effect she's having on me.

The conversation continues around us, but I'm barely listening.

All I can focus on is Aggie—the way she laughs, her sexy as sin accent, the way her fingers trace patterns on her glass.

Suddenly, she stands up.

"I need some air," she announces, then saunters off toward the back of the club.

Without thinking, I follow her.

My body's on autopilot, drawn to her like a magnet.

I catch up to her in the hallway leading to the bathrooms, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the men's room.

She hisses, but there's a glint in her eye that tells me she's not really angry. "What the hell do ye think yer doing?"

I don't answer.

Instead, I push her against the wall, my lips crashing onto hers.

She responds immediately, her fingers tangling in my hair as she kisses me back with equal fervor.

Breaking the kiss, I growl, "On your knees, Ghost."

For a moment, I think she might refuse.

But then she slowly sinks down, those green eyes never leaving mine.

My cock is already rock hard as I unzip my jeans.

Aggie takes me in her mouth without hesitation, and I have to bite back a groan.

Her tongue swirls around the head before she takes me deeper, and I swear I see stars.

"Fuck, Aggie," I pant, my fingers threading through her hair. "That's it, baby."

She hums around me, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

I tighten my grip on her hair, guiding her movements as I start to thrust.

The sight of her on her knees, taking me so deep, is almost too much.

I pull her off, hauling her to her feet and lifting her onto the sink.

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