Chapter 43

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

Margot

"So, will I get to see your home club too, then?" I ask Jigsaw after he stops laughing.

"Yeah, of course." He hesitates. "The parties and stuff there aren't always quite as…wholesome, though." His rough voice prickles the hairs on the back of my neck. "Eh, they still get rowdy upstate too but there are dedicated nights to just close friends and family. Plus, they have a second clubhouse now in Empire, right next to Crystal Ball."

A clubhouse next to a strip club? That sounds like a girlfriend's nightmare fuel. "What are you saying?"

"The clubhouse is always, uh, crawling with muffler bunnies looking to take care of the guys. And they're not always shy about when and where they fuck. Or announcing who they've fucked to…um, anyone."

I pull away and frown, suddenly wishing I hadn't been so eager to rub myself all over him earlier. "Muffler bunnies? Is that the term of endearment for biker groupies?"

"Yeah."

"I've read that before, not the term muffler bunny , but the rest of it." I wave my hand in the air like it hadn't both intrigued and disgusted me.

"It's always that way," he says without apology. "Usually I'd…" He stares at my face like he's trying to memorize every curve, freckle, and eyelash before he says something that will push me away. "All I've been able to think about since we…" He shakes his head. "All I can ever think about any more is you . Your face. Your voice. The way you feel when I sink my cock deep inside you." His eyes gleam with wonder.

I swear my heart stops. "And?"

"I don't want anyone else."

"Don't want anyone else or haven't had anyone else? I need clarification."

His lips tilt. "You're not finding this flattering, are you?"

"Not really." I tilt my head and study him. "But I'm intrigued, so continue."

"No, I haven't fucked anyone else, Margot. And not only because when we started this I promised you I wouldn't. I didn't want to."

"Aw, has that been hard for you?" I tease.

He reaches down and grabs his crotch. "No. That's what I'm trying to explain."

I burst into giggles.

"Poor Jensen." I graze my finger over a ticklish spot along his neck. "Did I break you?"

He lifts his shoulder, trapping my hand and laughs. "I'm not complaining." He squeezes and rubs his big hands over my hips. "Not complaining one bit."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you mentioned visiting Downstate. I don't want you to think I'm hiding anything. I want you to visit there. I just want to warn you what you might encounter."

"Your home charter," I say, the words feeling unnatural on my tongue.

"Yes." He smiles as if he's pleased I remembered that, then his expression turns serious. "Girls like to sometimes…haze ol' ladies? Tell them tales about…"

"Your wild, swinging bachelor days?"

"Yeah."

I work that out in my head for a few seconds. "So, you're trying to politely tell me that if I visit your clubhouse, there is a high probability that some random woman—or many random women—will introduce themselves by telling me that they've fucked you at some point? Is that what I'm supposed to infer from this roundabout conversation?"

He bites his lip and nods.

My stomach rolls with disgust. But that's unfair. He's thirty. Of course he's slept with other people. I'm more jealous that they were actually having good sex and I didn't know how good it could be until I met Jigsaw.

"Well, I guess I'll have to thank them for teaching you"—I wiggle my fingers in front of his body like I'm weaving a magic spell—"to be so talented at all the sex stuff."

He chokes on a laugh and shakes his head. "I don't know what to say to that. But standing your ground is usually the best approach with them."

"If your club loves and respects ol' ladies as much as you claim, why do you let the…muffler bunnies…harass them?"

"We don't let them. If they get caught disrespecting an ol' lady, they usually get tossed out and told not to come back." He shrugs. "But…it's not always that simple."

"Okay." I'm liking the idea of visiting his downstate clubhouse less and less.

"I'm not saying it will happen for sure. I just want to warn you."

"Okay." I sit up and slide to the end of the bed. "Just remember, if anyone messes with me." I glance over my shoulder and catch his eye. "Or if any of those girls try to touch you in front of me." I narrow my eyes so he understands how serious I am. "Don't forget, I'm used to carting dead people around." I flex my arm muscles. "I'm stronger than I look. And I know how to dispose of bodies."