27. Tempe

27

Tempe

Luna leads the way to the back of the clubhouse, and when we step outside, it’s utter madness. Unlike the barbeque, the scene tonight is different, and more like the first night I came to the Twisted Kings compound.

A ring is set up in the center of the yard, and two guys are fighting. Blood spurts as one of them lands a hit on his opponent’s nose. But they’re both grinning, so I assume it’s all in good fun.

There are no kids around. Booze and drugs are abundant. Coke, weed. A girl is lying across the bar topless while one of the guys licks whiskey off her breasts.

It’s madness and a reminder why these men don’t like strings or commitments.

This is Jameson’s life.

Chasing what feels good when the pressures he faces are heavy. Finding ways to escape when reality weighs him down .

I understand it, no matter how much it hurts to think about it. But I don’t let it fester. This is his world.

Just because I’m dipping a toe in doesn’t mean I can judge. When I leave, he’ll go back to whatever he was partaking in before I arrived, and I have no choice but to accept it.

Luna guides me through the crowd, not stopping until we reach the fire pit. A group of girls are huddled around talking, and all eyes land on me when we approach.

A redhead pops out of her seat and walks over to us, smiling. She’s wearing shorts that show off the full length of her legs, and her flannel is tied up at her waist to show off her stomach.

“Hi, I’m Wren. Are you new here too?” She reaches her hand out to me.

Her long lashes flutter over her green eyes, and I try to bury my jealousy at how beautiful all these girls are when there’s no room for jealousy here.

“Tempe.” I shake her hand.

She clearly doesn’t remember me from that day she was sitting at the bar talking to Jameson.

“Nice to meet you, Tempe.” She smiles.

“Don’t bother.” Reina leans back in her seat, taking a sip of her drink. “She’s not one of us, Wren. She’s just the reason Steel’s been antisocial lately. She’ll be gone soon enough.”

“Drop it, Reina.” Luna rolls her eyes.

“It’s fine.” I release Wren’s hand, turning my attention to Reina .

Just because jealousy won’t do me any good doesn’t mean I’m going to let her sit there and walk all over me.

I cross my arms over my chest, looking Reina up and down. She’s pretty, especially tonight, with her makeup painted on perfectly. Her blonde hair is tied back, and she’s a natural beauty, even if her breasts clearly aren’t. The patch bunnies seem to flock to her, so I’d guess she’s at least loyal to them.

If her interest in Jameson was genuine, I’d feel bad about the fact that she’s hurt by him not showing her any attention. But one look in her devilish eyes, and I know there’s only one thing she’s after—his patch.

She probably sees nothing wrong with it, given the unapologetic way she chases after the men here. But if she knew Jameson like I do, she’d know he’d never put his name on the back of someone who only wanted him for that reason.

“What?” Reina snaps at me.

“You can be angry, or you can move on, Reina. But I’m not going anywhere so long as Steel wants me here, so you’re going to have to deal with that.” I glare, trying to ignore how his road name doesn’t feel right on my tongue unless I’m using it to push his buttons.

“Well then…” Reina stands up, swaying her hips as she approaches. She’s slightly shorter than me, and her curves are impressive in comparison. “In that case, I guess all I have to do is wait you out. And if I know my man, it won’t take long for him to get bored of you.”

My man.

Bored .

Every word burrows under my skin. I want more than anything to think that what Jameson and I share is special, but what if that’s how he is with every girl, and that’s why Reina’s so heartbroken?

After all, he has the power to make a girl feel like the center of the galaxy all on his own.

He’s attentive, patient, focused.

But that doesn’t mean what he shows me is anything unique or special.

Reina grins like she knows she’s getting in my head, and I hate it. My throat is on fire with all the things I want to say but don’t. I can’t claim him any more than she can, and I’m still not sure I want to. As safe as Jameson makes me feel, this life is dangerous.

It’s unpredictable and messy.

Being with him means living in this environment twenty-four seven. Worse, inserting Austin into it. That’s a commitment I don’t think I’m prepared for.

“Hey, wildfire.” An arm wraps around my shoulders, and I look up to see Jameson pulling me to his side. “Come sit with me.”

Reina’s smile falls as she looks up at him, and all the girls go quiet.

The way this man silences a group of people with his presence is something I’ve never witnessed before. And with how the girls around the fire pit are looking up at him like he’s the moon shining in the sky, I don’t know how any one person can be enough for him .

Jameson doesn’t seem to notice as he pulls me to a different part of the yard. Luna follows, waving hello at almost everyone we pass.

“How are classes going?” Jameson asks Luna.

He stops at a chair that backs up to the clubhouse, pulling me onto his lap when he sinks into it.

“Good, this is my last semester for my associate’s. Then who knows.” She freezes when she sees the only other empty seat is directly next to Ghost.

“Sit.” Jameson directs Luna to the chair, and even if she looks uneasy about it, she sits down.

I still can’t figure out Ghost and Luna. She’s one of the most outgoing people I’ve ever met, but around him, she gets nervous. They act like they’ve never spoken to each other when she’s the one who helps him with surveillance.

“You want a drink?” Jameson brushes my hair off my cheek and tucks it behind my ear.

“I’m okay.”

“Yes, you do.” Luna perks up when one of the prospects comes by with a tray of shots. “We’re supposed to be having fun tonight, remember? Here, drink this.”

She grabs the whole tray and sets it on the table, passing them out to me, Jameson, and Ghost.

“To new friends.” She smiles, lifting her glass.

It’s been a long time since I’ve made a new friend, but as I smile back, I’m thankful for a friendly face around the club when most of the girls have been glaring at me.

“To new friends.” I down the shot, and it goes straight to my head .

Jameson sets both our glasses to the side before planting a hand on my bare leg. I was feeling confident and wanted to look cute for our ice cream errand today, but now my dress is riding up and exposing my thighs. He brushes his thumb back and forth, teasing the hem with his fingertips.

“You cold?” His fingers drift over where my goosebumps prickle my legs.

“Yes.”

I’m not really, but it’s better for him to think that than to admit how easily my body reacts to him.

“Reyes.” Jameson waves at the prospect as he walks by. “Grab a blanket for Tempe.”

Luckily, there’s a soft breeze tonight, so no one seems to think anything of it as Reyes goes and gets me a blanket.

Jameson lays it over my legs when Reyes comes back, and I turn sideways on his lap.

“Better?”

“Much.”

He keeps his hand under the blanket, on my bare skin, tickling me with his touch.

“People keep looking at us,” I say when another biker I don’t recognize glances in our direction.

Jameson drops his chin to whisper in my ear. “You’re hard not to look at.”

“I don’t think I’m the reason they’re looking.” I shake my head.

“Why not? ”

“Because”—I glance around—“all the girls here are beautiful.”

“No one’s more beautiful than you.” He squeezes my thigh.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Don’t I?” His hand moves up my leg, dipping between them until his fingers graze over my underwear.

Luckily, everyone is too distracted by what they’re doing to notice. Even Ghost and Luna disappeared after taking their shots, leaving me alone with Jameson.

His teeth graze my earlobe, and my body’s on fire at his touch.

My eyes dart around, making sure no one is paying attention.

I’m not sure why I’m worried about that when there are people in corners of the clubhouse and yard fucking at any given moment. But something about Jameson touching me where anyone can see us feels borderline forbidden. Especially when everyone has been so vocal about how he doesn’t claim women.

“Someone could see us.” My eyes flutter as his fingers graze over me again.

“Good.” He peppers kisses down my neck. “Then they’ll know better than to fuck with you.”

“I can handle myself.”

“I know you can.” He kisses my shoulder. “But you shouldn’t have to at my club. They need to know where you stand.”

“And where is that? ”

“At my side.” He pushes his thumb against my pussy, and I bite back a moan. “On my lap.”

“For now.”

I don’t know what compelled me to say that. Either to remind him or myself. But it’s dangerous to think this can become more, no matter how lost we are in it right now.

Jameson hums, not agreeing or arguing, and I don’t know how to interpret his lack of reaction. But I’m distracted when my eyes flutter open, and I lock gazes with Reina from across the yard.

She glares at me, even though she’s hanging on Havoc’s arm.

“Don’t let them get to you,” Jameson says, likely noticing the direction I’m staring, so I turn my attention back to him.

“I’m not.”

At least, I’m trying not to. After all, I’m the one in his lap right now. And from the negative reactions I’m getting, I’d guess that’s not usual for him.

“Good.” Jameson peels my underwear to the side. “Because you’re all I’m thinking about.”

“Is that so?”

He drives a finger into me, and my chest deflates with my exhale.

“Mm-hmm. Want me to show you?” He rolls his thumb over my clit.

“How?” The word nearly catches in my throat.

“Take my cock out, wildfire.”

My eyes widen. “Here? ”

Jameson kisses the spot behind my ear. “Yes. I need to teach you a little lesson.”

“Is this really the time for it?”

Jameson pulls his hand out from under the blanket, dragging his wet thumb over my lower lip, coating me in the taste of myself. “You can either continue to question me, and I’ll make you kneel at my feet while I fill your mouth with cum. Or you can take my cock out and sit on it under this blanket. Either way, I’ll prove to you exactly what I’m thinking about in this moment.”

Blood rushes to my cheeks. My core clenches at his filthy threat.

Jameson holds the blanket over me while I reach beneath it to unzip him. Thankfully, no one seems to be watching.

“Good girl.” Jameson groans when I wrap my fingers around his hard cock. “Let me feel that wet cunt.”

I spin so my back is to his chest, trying my best to be discreet as I lift and position him under me, but as I sink onto his cock, my head swims with the stretch. Once I’m fully seated, he circles an arm around me, holding me still against him.

“What are you doing?” I lean against his chest, resting my head back on his shoulder.

“Did you expect me to let you fuck me in front of all my men, wildfire?” He rolls a finger over my clit as he holds my body in place. “They don’t get the pleasure of seeing you ride me like that. For all they know, we’re just sitting here talking.”

He toys with my clit, and my thighs clench .

“That’s right.” He does it again. “Have you ever heard of cock warming, Tempe? You think your pussy can make me come without you even moving?”

“Jameson—” I moan, but I’m cut off by him picking up speed on my clit.

It’s torture, feeling him inside me and not being allowed to move.

“I want you to look around and remember something.” He holds me tight as my body starts to build with his touch. “You’re the one sitting on my cock right now. In the middle of my fucking club, where every damn one of them can look over and see who you belong to. Let them talk all they want. They don’t get this—and they don’t get me. Only you do.”

He adds pressure to my clit, and when I try to shift, he holds me down over him. I swear I can feel his cock growing harder inside me as my pussy tightens with every flick of his finger.

“Make me come, Tempe,” he whispers in my ear. “Squeeze my cock like a good girl. Claim me in front of all my people.”

My nails dig into his thighs as I tip my head back.

I feel him in the deepest part of me, even if he refuses to fuck me like he usually does. Jameson touches me, and my chest burns with the pressure, begging to be released. And when my climax finally hits, I have to hold onto him to prevent from shaking for everyone to see. It sends every vibration to my core, and I’m squeezing him so hard with every pulse that he groans.

“Fuck.” He buries his nose against my neck, and his cock twitches as he comes.

Just like he promised, without me having to move an inch.

He marks me in front of his whole club, even if we’re the only two people here who know what we’re doing.

That’s all that matters. The point wasn’t for them; it was for me.

He’s mine—if even just for this moment.