Page 101 of Steel

“I’m okay.”

“Yes, you do.” Luna perks up when one of the prospects comes by with a tray of shots. “We’re supposed to be having fun tonight, remember? Here, drink this.”

She grabs the whole tray and sets it on the table, passing them out to me, Jameson, and Ghost.

“To new friends.” She smiles, lifting her glass.

It’s been a long time since I’ve made a new friend, but as I smile back, I’m thankful for a friendly face around the club when most of the girls have been glaring at me.

“To new friends.” I down the shot, and it goes straight to my head.

Jameson sets both our glasses to the side before planting a hand on my bare leg. I was feeling confident and wanted to look cute for our ice cream errand today, but now my dress is riding up and exposing my thighs. He brushes his thumb back and forth, teasing the hem with his fingertips.

“You cold?” His fingers drift over where my goosebumps prickle my legs.

“Yes.”

I’m not really, but it’s better for him to think that than to admit how easily my body reacts to him.

“Reyes.” Jameson waves at the prospect as he walks by. “Grab a blanket for Tempe.”

Luckily, there’s a soft breeze tonight, so no one seems to think anything of it as Reyes goes and gets me a blanket.

Jameson lays it over my legs when Reyes comes back, and I turn sideways on his lap.

“Better?”

“Much.”

He keeps his hand under the blanket, on my bare skin, tickling me with his touch.

“People keep looking at us,” I say when another biker I don’t recognize glances in our direction.

Jameson drops his chin to whisper in my ear. “You’re hard not to look at.”

“I don’t think I’m the reason they’re looking.” I shake my head.

“Why not?”

“Because”—I glance around—“all the girls here are beautiful.”

“No one’s more beautiful than you.” He squeezes my thigh.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Don’t I?” His hand moves up my leg, dipping between them until his fingers graze over my underwear.

Luckily, everyone is too distracted by what they’re doing to notice. Even Ghost and Luna disappeared after taking their shots, leaving me alone with Jameson.

His teeth graze my earlobe, and my body’s on fire at his touch.

My eyes dart around, making sure no one is paying attention.

I’m not sure why I’m worried about that when there are people in corners of the clubhouse and yard fucking at any given moment. But something about Jameson touching me where anyone can see us feels borderline forbidden. Especially when everyone has been so vocal about how he doesn’t claim women.

“Someone could see us.” My eyes flutter as his fingers graze over me again.

“Good.” He peppers kisses down my neck. “Then they’ll know better than to fuck with you.”

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