Page 27 of Pirate

Jasmine giggled. “I don’t think it works that way.”

Sophia shrugged. “I’ll still take credit.”

“Of course, you will,” Jasmine rolled her eyes. “Do you want to call your mom and ask her what’s going on?”

Sophia shook her head. “Better if I talk to her in person.” She turned to Pirate. “Drop me off there on our way back.”

“I’m not your fucking chauffeur.” Pirate looked away from Sophia to across the table at his brother, but Jumper was sitting contently while playing with Jasmine’s hair and completely ignoring the conversation around him. He looked a little zoned out, though not in a way that made Pirate think he was having an episode. Jumper looked calm, at peace. It made Pirate all the more grateful for Jasmine’s presence in his life.

Sophia snorted. “Today you are.”

“The fuck?” Pirate turned in his seat to face her. It brought her hand that had been on his thigh over the zipper of his jeans. He leaned in closer, crowding her while her hand twisted to cup his hardening cock.

“Do you want me to walk there?” she demanded of him. “Or how about I take an Uber? I’m sure those stories about some of those drivers being serial killers are just silly rumors.” She faked being macho, even though her bottom lip was out in a pout. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine. I can fend for myself, really.”

Pirate growled in frustration—and not just because he wanted nothing more in that moment than to bite that bottom lip. The look in her eyes as she batted them at him said she knewexactlywhat she was doing to him. Mind, it didn’t take a diagnostician with her hand on his cock under the table.

He turned to face the table again. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out his wallet. Throwing a few twenties on the table to cover his and Sophia’s meals, he glared at Jazz across the table. “I blame you!”

Jasmine’s smile blazed innocence. “I don’t know what you mean.”

He stood up. “Let’s go!” he snapped at Sophia.

“But I’m not done eating?—”

“Now!” he practically shouted. Walking over to Steel’s table, he quickly explained to his President that he needed to take Sophia to her mom’s house. He left it vague but also made it sound urgent. Steel nodded, asking if everything was okay.

“Yeah,” Pirate answered as Sophia made her way towards them. “But I’m trusting you to bail me out if I end up murdering her.”

Sophia’s bodyhummed in anticipation. There was no way Pirate was driving her back to Mount Grove without making a pit stop first. The question in her mind was where.

She was expecting a motel or something. Hell, even just driving to the next gas station and finding a bathroom that wasn’t too gross. She wasnotexpecting him to take her partway up the mountain trail to the overlook. They weren’t covered by any buildings or fencing. Anyone who drove by would be able to see him.

He turned off the engine, set the kickstand, and immediately reached behind himself to snag her around her waist. Somehow, he was able to pull her forward until she was straddling him, much like she’d had Jazz do that morning when she was takingpictures of her and Jumper. He laid her back over the handle bars.

After removing her helmet, Sophia smiled wickedly at him. Her blood seemed to be humming for him. “This isn’t my mother’s house.”

“You honestly think I was going to make it to your mother’s house with this hard on?”

Sophia dropped her eyes down to the impressive bulge in his pants. “That sounds like a You Problem,” she echoed him from a few weeks ago.

“I’m making it a You Problem,” he growled. His hands went to her leather pants but then froze when he saw there wasn’t a traditional button and zipper in the front.

Sophia made a show of kicking her leg up and over him until she was standing by the motorcycle. Then she climbed on, facing forward, and leaned her chest over his handlebars and control panel. She wiggled her ass in his face. “Back zipper,” she informed him.

“Holy fucking hell,” he muttered. “I am obsessed with your ass, minx.”

Sophia’s laugh was husky and full of mischief. She certainly did not mind his obsession.

By the timethey pulled into the Groveton estate, both Pirate and Sophia were extremely sated. They’d narrowly missed running into the club on their return to Mount Grove, which would have been a huge indicator that the two had made a stop instead of going straight to her mother’s. Which also would have brought up the question of what they were doing.

Thankfully Sophia’s leather pants covered up the new handprints he’d made on her ass cheeks so no one would be the wiser. And it wasn’t like her mom had been expecting her, so Sophia wasn’t late as far as her mom was concerned.

Pirate drove up the long drive to the front entrance. He frowned when he saw another motorcycle parked to the side of stairs leading up to the front door. It wasn’t just any bike, either. It was aDodgeTomahawk V10 Superbike. If Pirate’s memory served him correctly, those went for half a million, easily. Probably more given the extra features it looked to have. The sleek black and chrome beast seemed to shimmer in the afternoon sunlight.

Sophia dismounted after Pirate braked by the stairs. She took off her helmet, turning towards him. “What are you doing?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Dropping you off at your mom’s.”

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