Page 20 of Marked by the Protective Biker

She ignores me and keeps pouring drinks. I can feel all eyes on us, and I move in front of Emily. “Em, baby, I’m sorry.”

There’s a gasp behind me, and I’m sure it’s because none of these fuckers have heard those words on my lips before.

She tilts her head and looks up at me. “I’ve heard that from you before, Jack Felon, and I wasn’t impressed then. What exactly are you sorry for this time?”

When I pause, she puts a hand on her hip. “I mean, are you sorry for fucking me and then ghosting me?” There’s a collective gasp from everyone behind me, and I know I’m going to hear about this shit later, but Emily continues. “Or are you sorry for disrespecting me in front of your friends or?—”

I cut her off. “I’m sorry for all of it.”

She laughs. “Fine, whatever. I’m in the middle of something.”

I blow out a breath. My hands are fisted at my sides because it’s killing me not to touch her. “Let me make it up to you.”

Her eyes sparkle, and she doesn’t have to say a word because I can see she’s already forgiven me. “How exactly do you plan on doing that?”

I’ve been hard since I first laid eyes on her in here, but my cock stretches as she flirts with me. “I have ideas.”

She steps up next to me and finishes the drink she was working on and sets it down in front of Rooster. “All right, guys, I’ll be back.”

“No.” A few of them moan, and she laughs. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back.” She looks up at me. “Right?”

I put my hands at her waist. “You’re going to be busy for the rest of the night, but yeah, you’ll definitely be back.”

Before she can stop me, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. The guys all cheer as I stalk through the clubhouse, down the hallway and kick my bedroom door open with my boot. It’s not until I’m inside that I realize my mistake.

“Shit,” I mutter.

I freeze as I look around my room.

I’m about to turn around when Emily struggles to get out of my arms. She stands stiffly in front of me and looks up at me with a worried glance. “So help me, Jack Felon, if I turn around and there’s a half-naked woman on your bed, I’m outta here.”

I look behind her, and a part of me thinks that she’s going to freak out even more when she sees what’s behind her. “There’snot a naked woman behind you, and just so we’re clear, you’re the only naked woman I want to see.”

She puts her hands at my waist. “Okay, well, you’re freaking me out here. What is it?”

I put my hands on her shoulders and hold her to me. “Maybe we should go somewhere?—”

She cuts me off. “Jack, what is it?”

When I don’t answer her, she shakes her head. “Trust me, it can’t be as bad as I’m thinking.”

I take a deep breath. “What are you thinking?”

She bites her lip. “Well, let’s see, posters of naked women.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not fourteen.”

She laughs. “Okay, well, I dunno, but the way you’re acting is freaking me out, so I’m going to turn around and look.”

My silence doesn’t reassure her any, but she starts to turn around, and I stop her. “Look, all I’m asking is when you see it, don’t run out of here.”

Her eyes get big, and I keep talking. “I mean, let me explain.”

She looks at me for a full twenty seconds and then slowly releases me and turns around. I try to look at my room through her eyes. The bed is queen sized and takes up the majority of the space. The dresser in the corner is a dark wood, and the full-length mirror is opposite us. I stare at her as she looks at all my secrets. Her hand goes to her mouth, and she stares at the room in awe.

I circle around and look at her, feeling panicked. Is she going to run? I can’t blame her if she does. “Em, listen to me.”

She points at the wall behind me. “Jack…”

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