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I shivered in front of him as my phone chimed in my hand. Looking down, I saw my ride was pulling up, so I pushed my phone into my pocket and tried to offer a reassuring smile.
“I’m okay. I didn’t expect them to be such assholes, but I’m glad you were here to help me.” I glanced over my shoulder at the car stopping at the curb then looked back to him. “That’s my ride.”
“Tell him you have a ride home,” Jagger stated, and I gave him a confused look. He reached down and took my hand into his as he guided me to the car. Leaning over, he spoke to the driver, and my phone chimed again as Jagger pulled a twenty out of his pocket and handed it to the driver. “For your troubles.”
The driver seemed happy for the money without the work as he put his car into drive and pulled away, leaving me confused and without a ride home. Jagger, without words, guided me toward a pickup truck.
When we got to the passenger side, I went to open the door, but Jagger instantly put his hand in front of mine and opened the door for me. I gave him a confused look before I climbed inside. He watched as I put my seatbelt on before he closed the door and walked around the front to the driver’s side.
The truck smelled faintly of cologne with a hint of weed, much like Jagger smelled when I was pressed against him. He hadn’t cranked the truck yet, and when I finally allowed myself to look at him, he was smiling at me.
“What?” I asked, afraid I had makeup running down my face or hay from the stock show in my jet-black hair.
“Nothing. I’ve just always wondered how you would look sitting in my truck.” He cranked the truck, and before he put it into reverse to back out of the parking space, he added, “Or the back of my bike.”
My stomach flipped, and I hoped the dark would hide the blush on my face as he pulled onto the road and headed out toward the ranch. We didn’t speak as he traversed the streets of Rapid City, and when he turned onto the road leading to the ranch, I finally broke the silence.
“Thank you again for taking care of things back there. I didn’t expect things to get out of hand like they did.”
I looked out the window at the passing scenery as the houses became less frequent and the open land grew more and more. A touch against my hand on the seat startled me, and when I looked over, Jagger had his hand on top of mine as he drove. He had a brilliant smile on his handsome face, and I had to remind myself of Cheyenne’s warning.
If I let things go too far, I would lose my heart. And with someone like Jagger, there would be no getting it back.
Chapter 4
Jagger
Ididn’t know what made me claim Jackie, not only in front of the two assholes harassing her but in front of a brother. By saying she was club property in front of Phantom, I basically said no other Sinner could touch her. And the more I thought about that, the more I was okay with the decision. Being alone was something I’d grown used to, but there was something about her that drew me in like a moth to a flame.
And if I fucked this up royally, like I believed I probably would, I’d catch blowback from Roughstock and his ol’ lady. Jackie was SRMC family by her connection to Cheyenne, and the last thing I wanted to do was cause turmoil within the club. We’d had too much of that already.
So, on the drive out to the ranch, where I knew she was staying this week, I debated what my next move should be. I could tell Phantom the comment was made to protect her from the drunk cowboys and let it slide. Or I could take a leap and pray that I didn’t fuck this up.
Jackie had a spirit inside her that was like a wild stallion running free on the range. She was fierce, loyal, compassionate, and beautiful beyond measure. Her flawless skin begged to be touched, her haunting green eyes chased me in my dreams, and her silky black hair made me want to wrap it around my fist and pull while I was riding her.
But that was probably a long way down the road, if ever.
When she turned her head and stared out the window, I worried she was berating herself over the evening’s events, andon impulse, I reached over and placed my hand on top of hers. She flinched slightly before she looked over at me, and from the dash lights, I could see the blush spread across her face. She bit her plump lip, and all I wanted to do was lean over and kiss her breathless.
As I turned onto the long driveway leading to the ranch house, I decided to throw caution to the wind. After pulling off the road and making sure I was just inside the driveway, I pushed the brake and put the truck in park. She gave me a curious look, and just as she was about to speak, I leaned over the console and gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer to me.
The moment my lips pressed against hers, something in my brain clicked, and for the first time in my life, I felt like everything was right. Jackie was right, and I’d been an asshole to keep walking away from her. When she parted her lips and I could snake my tongue into her mouth, I heard her groan. The sound was euphoric, and I felt my dick twitch in my jeans.
I wouldn’t let this get too far too fast, but feeling her push closer to the console, I gripped the back of her head a little tighter before slowing the kiss to its conclusion. We were both panting as the explosive heat from our connection filled the cab of the truck.
“I should get you to the house before someone comes out to see who’s parked in the driveway,” I admitted, and she gave me a wordless nod as she looked into my eyes. “We’ll finish this later, my beautiful warrior.”
She smiled as I turned and put the truck into gear before pulling down the driveway. The lights to the bunkhouse next to the main house were on and there was a gathering outside. As I pulled the truck up to the front, Roughstock and Cheyenne walked over from the little party going on.
When Jackie went to open the door, I looked over and said, “Let me get that, darlin’.”
She smiled, and I got out and walked around the back of the truck as Roughstock and Cheyenne approached the front. After opening the door, I lifted my hand up and assisted Jackie down from the cab. When I closed the door, she tried to release my hand, only for me to keep a hold of it.
Cheyenne looked at the connection and gave Jackie a sly smile as Roughstock spoke. “Nick called and said there was some trouble at the VIP lounge tonight. Are you okay, Jackie?”
She nodded as Cheyenne looked worriedly at her. “Some drunks thought buying me a drink gave them access to my pants, but luckily, Jagger and Phantom were there and helped diffuse the situation.”
“Thank you, Lincoln,” Cheyenne said to me, and I gave her a nod.
