Page 56 of Switch

“Proud of yourself, baby?” he murmurs, voice low, just for me.

I smirk, running my fingers through the stubble along his jaw. “Very.”

He laughs, but his grip tightens, and just like that, I feel it.

Thepower.

I wasn't sure before—wasn’t sure I fit into this world, wasn’t sure if I could handle it. But right now? With Jax holding onto me like I’m the only thing keeping him grounded and the other womencheering me on like I just won a championship fight? Yeah. I think I can handle it.

Rev and Blade walk over, looking entertained as hell. “Didn’t know Switch had himself a fighter,” Rev smirks, tossing back a beer.

Blade crosses his arms, nodding toward Jax. “Guess he doesn’t need us to back him up, huh?”

Jax just shakes his head, still staring at me. “Nah. She’s got it covered.”

I smile, just a little smug, and climb off Jax’s lap.

Jenny nudges me hard in the ribs, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Alright, Queen of Perdition, let’s get some drinks. That was hot as hell, and you’ve earned yourself a shot.”

Jax tightens his grip before I can walk away, pulling me close so only I can hear him. “You really going to make me sit here all night watching you shake that ass and not let me touch you?”

I grin, placing a hand on his chest. “That’s the plan.”

His jaw flexes, eyes flashing with something downright dangerous.

“Careful, baby,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing along my hip before he lets me go. “That kinda game? You might not be ready for me to play back.”

Heat licks up my spine, but I refuse to let him win so easily.

I just wink, then turn on my heel and saunter toward the bar with the girls, fully aware of the fact that Jax’s eyes are locked on every step I take.

Game on, baby.

The night spirals into pure, chaotic, slightly tipsy, wild fun.

The five of us—me, Chloe, Carlie, Jenny, and Sophie—take our mission way too seriously, flirting and teasing our men until they’re all on edge, fists clenched on their drinks, watching every move we make like they’re about to lose their damn minds.

Carlie’s draped over Mason’s lap, whispering something in his ear that has his jaw clenched so tight I swear I hear his teeth grinding.

Sophie leans into Tank, her fingers trailing over his inked-up arm, giggling as she traces one of his tattoos with her nails.

Jenny? She’s dancing on her own, her hips rolling, her hair falling into her face like a damn movie scene, and Piston looks like he’s about to commit a felony if any of the guys watching makes a move.

Chloe leans over the bar, ordering a round of shots, purposely arching her back, and Dagger looks like he’s two seconds away from tossing her over his shoulder and ending the night early.

Me?

I know exactly what I’m doing.

I run my fingers through my hair, laughing at something Carlie says, making damn sure Jax—Switch—sees the way my body moves under the dim lights of Perdition.

And when I finally glance his way?

He’s watching.

Staring.

Jaw clenched, hand gripping his beer bottle like it’s the only thing keeping him from dragging me out of here.

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