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  “Selective amnesia.” This time her smile warms something deep inside me, and I don’t even try and stop it. “I had to get you drunk and pin you down on my bed before you got the hint.”

  I leer at her, and she snuggles against me as she shakes with silent laughter. “Best birthday present you ever got. Admit it.”

  “I do admit it. You were worth waiting for.”

  So were you. I keep that locked down tight. Not going back there, ever, and I fork my fingers through her tangled hair as she slides her hand beneath my cut.

  “Fuck, this takes me back.” The words are out before I can stop them, and for a second she freezes, then our gazes clash. I don’t want to think about the past. Why is that so fucking hard? It’s all I’ve done since meeting her again.

  “At least this time we don’t have to worry about being caught.” She wriggles on top of me, straddling my thighs, and grasps my shoulders. “Not that it ever seemed to bother you.”

  I grip her naked ass and haul her closer. “You got off on the danger.” She didn’t, and always used to worry about everything, but I’ll be damned if I let her know how much I used to enjoy looking out for her. Being her protector. “Get this dress off.”

  I half expect some sass, but she straightens and then slowly tugs the dress up over her head, rocking her hips like she’s performing a show. I’ve had plenty of lap dances in my time, but nothing as hot as seeing Jas toss her dress onto the floor and fling back her head, her hair falling over her shoulders in a black wave.

  “Take off your cut.” She unclips her bra and dangles it from one finger, but I can’t tear my gaze from her gorgeous tits.

  “Not happening.” Sure, I want to get naked with her. And I will. But on my terms. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close so I can suck one tempting nipple into my mouth.

  My dick strains against my zipper, and the way she sighs and digs her fingers through my hair doesn’t help any. I run my hands over her back and thighs. She arches into me, lifting her ass from my lap, and I take full advantage.

  She’s wet and hot, and I play with her pussy, dipping inside and teasing her clit as she bucks into my hand. “Why’re you still dressed?” Her voice is slurred, and it’s so fucking sexy I almost punch a hole through my jeans.

  “Why’re you still talking?” I tangle my fingers in her hair, and she kisses me, soft and sweet like she’s tasting me for the first time, and my eyes close as I savor the way the tip of her tongue teases mine.

  I forgot how much I used to love kissing her.

  No, I didn’t. The memory of her kisses has tortured my dreams for years.

  She trails feather light kisses along my jaw and nibbles my earlobe, and it’s crazy how good that feels. Her breath whispers across my skin. “Tell me you brought more than one condom with you.”

  “Never leave home without them.” Damned if I don’t need one right now. I retrieve one from my pocket and slam it next to me so there’s no chance of another screw up.

  She cradles my face between her hands, and her gaze roves over me as if she’s committing each feature to memory. I don’t usually like it when chicks do shit like that. Too personal, I guess, when all I want is release.

  This time I just sit there, soaking up the way she’s looking at me, with her uneven breath dusting my jaw and the gentle touch of her fingers on my skin. She’s naked and wet for me, but I’m frozen as though I’m under a spell and one wrong move will shatter everything.

  Christ. Get a grip. I’m not falling for her sad brown eyes and sinfully sweet smiles again.

  It goes against everything I crave right now, but I wrap my hands around her wrists and pull her to my groin. “That’s the only part of me I want you touching.” Liar.

  She doesn’t say anything, just releases my belt and zip like a pro, and I raise my hips so she can tug my jeans and briefs down my thighs. I cup her tits and they fill my palms, her nipples hard and ripe, and she sighs and presses herself into me.

  Her hands snake under my T-shirt, her nails raking my flesh, her pussy grinding against my dick, and I love it too fucking much.

  “Put the rubber on,” I tell her, a harsh demand before I lose my mind and sink into her again, and to hell with all the consequences.

  Her hair falls over her face as she reaches for the condom and tears it open. Then she wriggles back on my thighs, and my hands slide to her hips as she tilts her head and focuses on my junk.

  “Jas,” I growl. Not because I don’t like what she’s doing. It’s because it reminds me of the first time she ever saw my dick, and the look of awe on her face.

  Yeah, that’s not awe anymore. It’s hunger, and damn if that doesn’t make me want her more than ever.

  She trails a finger from my root to the tip, and I grit my teeth. Then she glances up at me, and there’s a truly evil smile on her face. “Nicest cock I’ve ever seen.”

  “Seen a few, have you?” Mine was the first. Fuck, this woman is driving me crazy.

  She wraps her fist around me, and for one mind-bending second, I think she’s going down on me. “Well, sure. It’s been a while since we were together.”

  I know that. She’s had other men. There’s no reason why I should care, and yet I do. She’s not my girl anymore. “You plan on doing anything with that condom or not?”

  “Don’t rush me. We’ve got all night, right?”

  Chicks never give me this much sass, especially when they’re naked. Neither did Jas, but this new side to her is damn hot. “You’ve learned some new tricks over the years.”

  “No tricks.” With torturous care, she rolls on the condom. It’s obvious she’s waiting for me to lose control and take over, and a perverse satisfaction grinds through me when I manage to keep my hands on her hips. “How’s that?” She glances up, clearly trying not to laugh. I abandon her hips, grip her shoulders and pull her toward me.

  “Very funny. Remember, I always pay back with interest.”

  “Looking forward to it.” She hooks her arms over mine to give herself some leverage, and her pussy glides over the tip of my cock. I bare my teeth in a feral grin and battle the urge to pull her onto me. She wants to play games, fine by me.

  Hell, it’s more than fine. She’s blowing my fucking mind.

  She pauses, her face so close to mine it wouldn’t take any effort to capture her mouth, but somehow, I hold back. Right now, for a few seconds, it’s enough just having her here, her hair tickling my arms and her breath warming my jaw.

  Her faintly mocking smile wavers, and that’s all it takes to slam me back to reality. I don’t want moments. Especially not when it comes to Jas.

  “Ride me.” It’s not a request, and she knows it.

  Slowly, she sinks onto me, as though she’s committed to making me suffer for every slick inch of penetration. My groan sounds agonized even to my own ears, but I don’t call her out on it. I just sit there and take it, because if she plans on killing me, then what a way to go.

  “You feel so good inside me.” Her whisper is ragged, and satisfaction pumps through me, even though I get the weird sensation she doesn’t realize she’s spoken out loud. “I’d almost forgotten…”

  “I hadn’t.” The words are out there before I can stop them, but I don’t care. Not when she grips my shoulders and flexes her pussy so damn tight the world tips sideways.

  I wrap her hair around my fist, and her gasp is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. Her tits bounce an inch from my face with every thrust, and I’m torn between watching them and watching her face. Goddamn, she looks like a fucking fallen angel with her gaze fixed on me like I’m her everything.

  My control slips, and I cup her face, her tits, her sexy ass. I can’t get enough of her body, or the way she arches into me and makes those throaty sighs. And when she digs her nails into my neck and shudders with release, she pulls me right over the edge of the world with her.

  Chapter Five

  Jasmine

  I slump against Ty’s chest
, and even through his leather I swear I can feel his heart hammering against my cheek. His arms are tight around me, holding me close, and my eyes drift shut in post-orgasmic euphoria.

  In the back of my mind, I know what this is, but for a few timeless moments it’s easy to pretend the last ten years never happened. That there’s no vast gulf of time and unforgiving MC loyalty separating us.

  I always did have a great imagination.

  His fingers caress my back and then tangle in my hair like they used to. One of the reasons I’ve never cut it short is because of how much he loved it long.

  Stupid reason, and I’d die before telling anyone, especially Ty.

  Idly, I trace the tip of my finger over his ink. At first glance, his sleeve appears tribal, but in fact, it’s a tapestry of jungle animals. Although he had a few tats when I knew him, he’d had only a lion’s head on this bicep, and right now that’s hidden beneath the sleeve of his T-shirt.

  I can still see it in my mind, though. The king of the jungle, that’s Ty. Leo all the way. When I left, did he laser off the intricately detailed sign of Cancer that his friend Cade tattooed in the lion’s protective shadow?

  Of course he did. A shy, home-loving crab has no place in a jungle. And jungle is only an analogy for MC, but maybe that’s just another of my prejudices.

  I stifle a sigh, and it’s not my imagination when he rubs his jaw over my head, an unspoken gesture of comfort. At least, I’ll take it that way. Why not? When we were together he was always so sweet and loving after we had sex. I could’ve stayed in his arms forever, where it was just the two of us, and for a short time the outside world ceased to exist. As my finger reaches his elbow, he relaxes his grip on me and rests his wrist across my thigh so I can continue my exploration.

  Unease weaves through me as I make out the body of a snake wrapped around his forearm. Doesn’t mean anything. I don’t even want to touch it, but force myself to trace the scarily lifelike keeled scales, and Ty rolls his arm over to display the head on his inner wrist.

  Nausea grips my stomach, and it takes everything I’ve got not to push back from him and get away from that ugly, terrifying reptile. There’s no mistaking the triangular head or those evil, elongated fangs.

  A snake. The snake.

  The reason I left, and the reason why I never returned.

  Ty’s uncle.

  “Viper.” The word slips out, unwanted, and scalds my mouth. Jesus, I’m going to vomit.

  “Yeah.” Ty heaves a sigh, and his fingers caress my shoulder as though he has no idea anything’s wrong. That’s because he hasn’t any idea… “Got this done four years ago in his memory.”

  The words thump through my head, and it takes a few seconds before I comprehend. “He’s dead?”

  “It was a stupid fuck-up.” His body tenses, matching me, but all that’s screaming through my mind is that fucking bastard’s dead… “Just doing a regular protection run. You think of all the shit he did, and he gets killed doing something like that.”

  There’s a harsh rushing sound in my head that drowns out the rest of his words. All I can see is Viper’s face leering down at me as he fastened his pants. You’re a sweet little fuck. Just like your mama. Guess we’ll be seeing you at the club now, huh?

  I swallow the bile and squeeze my eyes shut. You have no power over me. And now he’s dead, and any tiny hope I’d clung on to over the years that one day I’d get justice withers and dies.

  It was always a hollow fantasy. I fled L.A. to get away from him, to get away from the Bastards and from Viper’s sister, Angie Jenson. I got on with my life. You didn’t fucking break me.

  “Jas?” Ty cradles my face and eases me back so he can look at me. Since I can’t meet his eyes, I stare at his mouth instead. “Babe, are you okay? I guess it was a shock the way I just came out with it, right?”

  “Uh huh.” It’s all I can manage. He always idolized his uncle. Looks like nothing’s changed there, but that was only one of the many reasons why I couldn’t tell him what happened at the time.

  I grew up in the Bastards’ shadow. I knew how shit went down. And a terrified seventeen-year-old daughter of one of their strippers didn’t go up against their enforcer if she wanted to live.

  She kept her mouth shut.

  A shudder racks me, and I gingerly climb off Ty, who appears reluctant to release me. “Cold?” He picks up my dress from the floor and hands it to me, a strange smile on his face, as though he’s waiting for me to tell him why I’m reacting so badly to his news.

  Like that’ll ever happen. I made my choice a long time ago, and it was the right one.

  “A little.” I pull on my dress and fork my fingers through my hair as he gets rid of the condom and zips himself up, but a part of me can’t let it go. “His past caught up to him, then?” God, I hope so. I hope that piece of shit suffered right to his last breath.

  So much for therapy.

  “No, the lorry jackknifed, and he smashed right into it.” He gives me a probing look as though I didn’t manage to hide my loathing of his uncle as well as I thought. So, what? It doesn’t matter if he guesses I detested Viper. Ty and I aren’t together, the Bastards are no longer a part of my life, and this time next week I’ll be back in Florida.

  “I’m sorry you miss him.” That’s true enough. I could never understand the bond between them, when Ty was everything Viper could never be, but I guess blood runs deep. Ty was always destined to join the Bastards, and the chains of the brotherhood are everything.

  He doesn’t respond right away, and it’s obvious my choice of words is unexpected. I tuck my legs under me and hug a cushion because no matter how much I’d rather wrap my arms around him and lay my head on his chest the way I used to after we’d had sex, those days have gone.

  Instead of playing by the rules he laid down, that tonight is all about the sex and nothing else, he hooks his arm along the back of the couch and winds a length of my hair around his finger.

  “You don’t sound sorry he’s gone.” There’s no accusation, but the question’s there all the same. I could easily shrug it off, change the subject. Hell, I could probably just climb all over him again and he’d forget he even told me about Viper.

  I would’ve done that once. I never used to let Ty know how much the contempt from his mom or the slights from others in the brotherhood used to hurt me. I ignored it, or laughed it off, and truth is I don’t think he ever realized how low my status was when it came to his family.

  Ten years is a long time. I’ve secrets I’ll never tell, but I’m done running away from the truth just to ease Ty’s conscience.

  Get a grip, Jas. He doesn’t care about my wounded feelings anymore. He’s just making conversation.

  “I’m not sorry.” I sound like I don’t care. Good. “I never liked him. He gave me the creeps.”

  The shock on Ty’s face would be priceless if not for the lowlife we’re talking about.

  “You—” He cuts himself off as though unsure what to say. “I didn’t know that. You never told me.”

  I shrug like it’s no big deal. “Why would I? I didn’t tell you everything.”

  “You should’ve said something. I would’ve told him to back off.”

  I know he would. But I kept it to myself, not wanting to create a rift between him and his family, and I was always careful not to criticize anything connected to the MC. Walking on eggshells was an understatement. Would things have turned out differently if I hadn’t been such a timid little mouse?

  Somehow, I don’t think so. Viper turned up that evening to put me in my place, to remind me that when it came to the hierarchy of the Viking Bastards I was nothing but shit on their collective boot.

  “It doesn’t matter. I moved on. Do you want coffee?”

  For a second he simply stares at me as though my abrupt shift in topic doesn’t make sense. I guess it doesn’t, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to spend the short time we have together going over things that can’t be changed
.

  It’s a small personal victory to let Ty know his uncle wasn’t the universal god he’s always imagined, but I won’t let Viper poison the present the way he did my past.

  “Sure,” he says at last, releasing my hair. “I don’t plan on sleeping tonight.”

  …

  Ty

  Cramped muscles wake me, and I stretch, oddly uncomfortable although I can’t figure out why. A soft, warm body, curved against my chest and groin, pulls me fully awake, and last night floods through my brain.

  Jas.

  I ease my arm around her waist. There’s hardly enough room to turn over in her single bed, but it seemed like a good idea to end up here in the early hours of the morning. Didn’t mean to stay all night.

  Yeah, right.

  She sighs, and her ass cradles my erection. An early morning screw is exactly what I need, except I don’t have any more condoms.

  Unlike earlier, when we fell into bed and the darkness surrounded us, light streams in through the window, and I brace my weight on my elbow and drink in her profile.

  Her hair’s tangled and hides half of her face, but I can’t drag my gaze away. It’s not often I spend all night with a chick, and if I do the only thing I want when I wake up is a repeat performance of the night before. That I’m out of rubbers is no problem. Jas always gave great hand jobs.

  I still don’t wake her, though. It’s enough just looking at her, having her naked in my arms. A strange kind of peace sinks through me, an elusive familiarity I’d all but forgotten. It’s Saturday, and I should be working, but who’s going to call me out on it if I don’t go in?

  Somehow, staying here with Jas is a much better option.

  In the back of my mind, unease stirs. This is a one night thing. I shouldn’t be holding her or planning on spending the rest of the day with her. Hell, I should’ve walked out before we ever made it into her bedroom.

  Maybe. But there’re still a dozen ways I want her before I’m ready to call this quits. I cup her tit and nuzzle her neck. Her hair gets in the way, but the scent of her shampoo and the taste of her skin more than make up for it.