Page 19 of Before Us (Next Generation 3)

“Maybe not intentionally.” I ran my fingers through the hair at his nape. “But you could. I don’t think I could handle that.”

He lifted his head, staring down at me. “I know you like the twins. Even though you told them it was over, you obviously still care about them.”

“I do. I’m not going to lie and say I don’t but this … this is different.”

“How?”

“Because I don’t feel for them what I feel for you,” I confessed.

“How do you feel about me?” Jaron asked, his voice lowering. “Tell me, Piper. Tell me everything.”

“I—”

Suddenly, the door swung open.

I jumped, pushing away from Jaron, but he only stood there with a cocky smirk on his face. Clearing my throat, I gave myself a shake.

“Hey, guys.” Brogan leaned her head out the door. She smiled at both of us. “I thought I heard voices. Come in.” She stepped back, holding the door open for us.

I stepped into the house with Jaron following me. My body burned. I turned, giving him a glare. “Stop staring at my ass,” I muttered, low enough for only him to hear.

“Can you feel my cum dripping down your inner thighs, Piper? Do you want to wipe it up with your panties that I have in my pocket? No?” He kissed my cheek. “Didn’t think so.” And with that, he walked farther into the house.

I swore this man was going to give me whiplash. One moment he was sweet and caring, and the next he was a douche. I wasn’t sure which part of him I was attracted to more.

“You good?”

My gaze snapped to Brogan’s, my cheeks burning. “Uh … yeah.”

She shook her head, a soft smile splaying on her face. “Be careful with that one.”

“What do you mean?” I followed her to the end of the hall.

“His dad can be an asshole, but Jaron?” She laughed. “Yeah, he’s way worse. He’ll make a perfect president for their club.” She sighed and walked into the living room, leaving me to my own thoughts.

It was odd in a way how we, as kids, saw our parents in a different way than their friends. I never would have guessed that Greyson was an asshole. He had always been nice to me, but I had a feeling that was mostly his wife’s doing.

Taking a deep breath, I headed into the living room and found Jaron standing with his uncle. He caught my gaze, something flashing behind his eyes but other than that, his face was impassive.

“Your dad told us that you’re not allowed in town,” Coby said, sitting at the dining room table. The large man looked pointedly between both Jaron and me. “I have no issues with bikers and what you all do. Skirting the law and shit. Hell, my wife and I …”

Brogan took that moment to sit beside him. “We’ve played.” She laughed. “Those were the days.”

Jaron chuckled, sitting at the table across from them. The remaining seat was beside him. He pulled it out and patted the seat.

Making nice, I sat beside him and regretted it the moment his big hand skirted beneath my dress. I grabbed his hand, stopping it from going any higher.

“Brody has been sniffing around my gir … friends,” Jaron explained, loosening his hold on my thigh.

My heart jumped. Was he going to say what I thought he was going to say?

“The mayor can’t stop us from coming to town,” he continued. “But he can make our lives difficult. I met with him recently. I was supposed to bring back info to my dad, but I didn’t get anything. Just a threat. But…” Jaron winked at me. “Clearly that threat didn’t do much.”

“No kidding.” Brogan laughed. “You’re worse than your father. You get told to do something and you do the complete opposite.”

Jaron shrugged. “It’s in my blood.”

“Doesn’t surprise me.” Coby rubbed the graying scruff on his strong jaw. “I would do the same thing. But we haven’t heard anything. The girls have been focused on The Dove Project.” He looked down at his wife. “Have you heard anything, little one?”

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