Lucifer’s Fury (A Motorcycle Club Romance) (7 page)

He glanced down at my hand, his lips curling up slightly at the edges. But he didn’t move. Damn it to hell. He was going to make this hard.

“Lola, is it?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Yeah. Clean slate is fine by me.” His hand eased out, taking mine in a strong handshake. “If I had known who you were I wouldn’t have... shit... starting over is fine by me. But you’ll have to teach me that move sometime.”

“Sure. I can definitely do that. What’s your name anyway?”

“Iceman.”

“Pandora.”

We shared a couple shots of Patron and chatted a bit before I made my way back to the table. A few of the sweet butts glared at me throughout the night, obviously pissed off that Jasper was keeping me close. I’m sure he had spent a fair amount of time with them.

I couldn’t blame him for wetting his whistle, even though I hadn’t, but the sweet butts weren’t going to roll out the welcome wagon, or give me and my gals the red carpet treatment, anytime soon. If ever. We easily put these ragged-out ladies to shame on our worst day, anyway.

Ladies could get a little territorial when it came to men, and from what I could see, they weren’t pleased with either our arrival or the way their men were pushing them aside for the night. I understood. I’d have to tell my girls to keep a watch on their six and have each other’s backs when it came to these girls.

It’s not that I expected them to pull anything, but hell, you never know what a person is capable of. After talking with Jasper about my father and how he was going to trade me off like property to a rival club, I knew anything was possible.

Around three in the morning, the party started winding down a bit. Suicide and Siren had disappeared about an hour or so earlier, leaving me alone with Jasper and his Veep, Big Brass. He was a funny guy, always joking around. I don’t think I’ve laughed so hard in ages.

Lucifer’s Fury had changed, and for the better, under Jasper’s leadership. The brotherhood was friendly and going in a direction I never would have imagined possible, and if my father were here, it wouldn’t be like this. A sweet butt sidled up to Big Brass and he let her pull him away, a big grin on his face. He could do better than the likes of her but I wasn’t going to judge.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I checked in with the girls back at the clubhouse. I couldn’t help but worry about Trixie. It was understandable that she wasn’t acting like herself. Who would after everything that had happened? But the incoming text said there was no real change; that she was the same as when we left.

Still staying to herself.

Still crying.

Still not really talking to anyone.

Maybe once she had a little payback for Juju she’d bounce back. If not, I wasn’t sure what we should do. I barely covered the yawn as I read through update texts and let the girls know how things were going here. They’d be arriving in the morning.

“You tired?”

I glanced at Jasper, his hooded gray eyes filled with lust and longing. I wanted to give in to him. I really, really did. But there was a part of me that screamed that I should make him wait a little longer. But hadn’t I waited long enough already?

“Yeah. I could sleep,” I said with a smile, my eyes dropping to his lips.

Jasper stood up and held out his hand to me. I slipped mine into his as if the past ten years hadn’t happened. It felt so darn good to be around him again. I loved that I had to look up into his eyes. Being a six-foot tall woman meant there were very few men taller than me so it was nice to feel small and feminine against Jasper’s six-and-a-half foot tall muscular frame.

He pulled me against his body, wrapping his arm around me. We fit together like puzzle pieces and I couldn’t help but smile. It just really felt so good being near him again.

It was like being in his presence alone healed all of those gaping wounds of the past. I felt as though I could live again. Be free to move forward. Hopefully with him. God, how I hoped that was possible. To feel his touch and his kisses after so many years thinking he had not wanted me... that I hadn’t been enough for him. It was all perfection. And long overdue. I just wanted him in every single way I could have him.

All those horrible thoughts weren’t even necessary and it was all my damn father’s fault. The bastard. His selfishness had torn Jasper and I apart, leaving each of us pining for the other for years, each of us hobbling through life without the other.

Anger filled me up, vibrating through my veins. If my father wasn’t dead I’d probably kill him myself. I shuddered at the malicious thoughts running through my mind. That wasn’t me. I was not that type of person. My father was and I, in no way, shape, or form, would ever be like him.

Not today.

Not tomorrow.

Not ever.

Stopping outside his room, Jasper eased me in front of him, rubbing his big warm hands up and down my arms. I shivered under his touch, looking up into his gorgeous gray eyes and immediately seeing the need whirling like a storm in them.

Jesus, he was so beautiful. Gorgeous. All muscle and danger wrapped into one big thrilling package. I licked my lips as an image of a naked Jasper standing before me, offering me everything, formed in my mind. I so wanted that.

This was the life I had always wanted. The life that had been stolen from me. This man standing before me had searched for me even though my father had forced him to leave me standing alone at the courthouse. I wanted him then and I still wanted him.

Maybe I should just take what I want. I deserve as much damn it. What the hell was I waiting for, anyway? There was nothing sadder than admitting you were a twenty-eight-year old virgin. No. Tonight I would end that. Tonight I was going to let it all go and just fucking live in the moment with him. I could feel my cheeks flush scarlet. Damn. I knew his eyes were still locked on me, too. Could he tell what I was thinking? I hoped not.

“Lola? Are you okay?” His voice was filled with concern for me. My God, how I had missed hearing his deep sexy voice and feeling his soothing touch on my skin.

“I’m fine. Really. I was just thinking how crazy it is that I’m here with you. I never thought I’d ever see you again.”

Jasper nodded. I knew he felt the same way. I could see it in his eyes, and he’d already said as much.

He opened the door to his private room, separated from the chaos of the clubhouse. I passed by him, my eyes roaming over the room, taking in everything as quickly as I could. There was no sign of a feminine touch, no sign of women’s clothing or anything of the sort.

The bed was made perfectly. No dirty laundry laying on the floor. For a bachelor’s room, it’s pretty darn clean, which was a complete shock. Not that Jasper was ever a messy guy, but still, it was spotless and uncluttered. On the dresser were several framed photographs of the two of us from years ago. I gasped at the sight of them as it hit home just how much he missed me all of this time. I shouldn’t have left. I should have stayed and fought for us.

“I’ve never had a woman in here.”

I wasn’t expecting him to be so close, his warm breath tickling my neck as he pressed against me, his big arms encircling my waist as he eased me further into the room, his hips flush against mine, with each aching step taking us closer to the bed. I shuddered as his warmth enveloped me, my skin tightening as heat swept over my flesh.

I wanted more, so much more, but I had no clue how to ask for it. I opened my mouth to speak but snapped it closed as his lips – so warm and gentle – kissed the nape of my neck and slowly eased their way along my shoulder. Good God, it felt so good. Sinful.

“I’m just surprised it’s so clean and orderly in here. So no women in your room, huh? I find that hard to believe. I mean look at you. Surely, one of those sweet butts is warming your bed.”

“No way. Now I’m not saying I haven’t had the company of a woman in the past ten years. I wish I could say that. God, do wish I could say that, but I’ve never brought a woman into this room. Always felt that was something to be shared with a special kind of woman… and I’ve only ever met one woman special enough for that.”

“You’re saying all the right things, Jasper. A girl could get used to that,” I said in a husky voice I didn’t quite recognize as my own as I peered over my shoulder at him.

A wicked grin formed on my lips and he groaned at the sight. His hips thrust forward, the thick bulge of his hard cock pressing into my ass. Oh God. Sweet fucking hell! His cock was huge. Not that I’d ever seen it – or any at all other than porn on the internet – but damn it was massive. Maybe that smile was more wicked than I thought. I was ready to go all in with this man. For now, I’d just play it by ear and see how things went, because he wasn’t pressuring me at all and I kind of wondered why.

He slipped away and the loss of his warmth left me cold. I watched curiously as he toed off his boots and placed them against the wall by his closet. He removed his cut and hung it up with a care I understood.

“Want me to hang yours up?”

I nodded and eased mine off as I walked across the room. He slid it on a hanger beside his. As he hung it up, he ran his fingers over the long tendrils of black and silver hair surrounding the sugar skull on the back. Then over my club’s name – Gypsy Riders at the top rocker and Texas on the bottom rocker.

“It’s a nice patch, Lola. Fits you and your girls.”

“I thought so, too.” I didn’t say more. We had chosen it because it seemed to define our inability to settle down – gypsies, the whole damn lot of us – but right now it didn’t seem to fit me at all. And after seeing him again, I wasn’t sure it would ever fit me again. Jasper made me want to put down roots and settle in for the long haul.

I couldn’t help but think about how normal all of this seemed, how we seemed to fall back into a comfortable routine as if no time had passed. I liked it a lot, but still, so much
had
changed. Could we really make this work? I hoped so. I had a club and my girls to look after, and he had his, too. Two separate clubs with different ways of doing things couldn’t be easy dealings when you tossed in a relationship. Could it?

Taking a seat on the edge of his comfy bed, I began taking off my boots. “If this...” I glanced up at Jasper, his heated gaze on me. I motioned my hand back and forth between us “...goes somewhere – and I’m not saying that it will so cool your jets – how would we deal with two independent MC’s?”

The megawatt smile on his face told me he was getting a little too excited by my words.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, big boy. All I’m saying is it’s something to seriously consider.”

“I hear you… and I don’t think it’s something to be concerned about right now. Your girls are going to meet my guys and we’ll see how they take to each other. It seems that Siren and Cherry Pie have already taken a liking to the guys. Honestly, we can keep everything separate or we can work towards a merge, fold the best of the best together… but that would take more than just the two of us and a quick conversation. That’s a voting matter. No business tonight. Save it for the morning, when your girls arrive.”

“Fine by me. Can I... um... bum a shirt or something to sleep in?” I asked, feeling my cheeks heat up. “Sleeping in this leather get-up isn’t all that comfy.”

“I imagine not. Shirt and boxers all right with you?” he asked, rummaging around in his dresser. He pulled out a shirt that could swallow me whole and tossed it to me. When I held it up, I caught a whiff of his scent.

“I’ll skip the boxers. I think the shirt is plenty big enough.” I held it up again, laughing at how insanely large it was compared to me.

With a smile on his face, his gray eyes sparkled like diamonds as they devoured me from head to toe slowly before he turned around, facing away from me. At least I didn’t have to beg for a little privacy. I wasn’t sure I even wanted it, to be honest, but I was definitely nervous.

I kept my eyes on his back as he pulled his shirt off, revealing the muscular expanse of his delicious back. Tattoos covered every square inch of his flesh. Across his back was a large fierce devil identical to the one on his cut. Brutal and masculine. So hot. Good Lord, he was even sexier than I remembered him being.

His muscles rippled and flexed, and I wanted so badly to touch them. He was bigger too, in every way. Wiping the drool from my mouth, I stood up and turned away from him. My body was on fire, burning white hot at just the sight of him half-naked.

I quickly un-zipped my tiny leather top, the growl of the small zipper filling the quiet space. I slipped it off my arms and dropped it to the bed. I heard his breath hitch and the low feral growl from deep in his chest, and I knew without looking he had turned around. I could feel the heat of his gaze washing over the naked skin of my back, trailing over me, eating me up with every sweep of his stormy gray eyes.

“Getting an eye full, Jasper?” I teased in a honey-sweet voice, thick like molasses.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Lola,” he choked out. “My God.”

I closed my eyes, gripping his borrowed shirt tight in my hands, my body humming with need. Desire and lust mingled inside, thick and unruly, seeping from my pores. My breath quickened, the steady rise and fall of my chest increasing with each labored breath I took. My skin grew tight and hot all over, heart racing so fast it felt like it could explode at any minute. I could feel blood pounding in my ears like a million tiny drums, the muscles of my sex clenching of their own accord.

When his hands gripped my hips from behind, I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped my lips, his big hands so warm and strong, fingertips gripping my naked flesh just above my hips.

And all I could think about was getting all of our clothes off and just going at each other like fucking animals. Groaning at the erotic image playing in my mind, I pressed my ass back against him. The deep growl coming from Jasper made my stomach flutter and my thighs quiver, moisture flooding my already-soaked panties.

Jesus Christ.

I wanted him so bad.

So freaking bad my entire body ached for it.

I’d never felt so free and wanton like this, and I knew it all had to do with reuniting with Jasper. It was in that moment I realized together we were going to burn so bright and hot that we’d never get enough of each other. No one else would ever be able to shatter what we had. So I was going to throw my control out the window and just drown myself in us.