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“I’m not property,” I gulped, running my fingers down the middle of his chest and stepping closer into him, hoping I wasn’t making the worse decision of my life.But, I suppose if it was, I could just add it to my long list.

“Is your dad really shipping you off?” his voice was low, and he pulled me in closer to him. My neck bent right back to meet his eyes.

“Going off what he said, yes.”

“Are you going to go?”

I saw the concern on his face and I felt him clench me tighter.

“Not if I don’t have to.”

“I’m not letting you go,” Jax’s voice confirmed, and he gently pushed the stray hair from the side of my face so he could see my eyes clearly. “Which means we need to find somewhere else for you to live.”

“What? The clubhouse?” I asked, raising both my eyebrows. “Really don’t see that working.”

“It won’t be permanent,” he reassured me. “Once this parole is done with, I can get access to my money.”

“Then what?” Iwanted to laugh“We get a white house with a picket fence?’

The corner of his mouth twisted up, and his eyes narrowed playfully. “I’m more of a barb wired fence sort of guy.”

Laughing and shaking my head, I realized this didn’t really sound like a bad idea.

“Amber, there is one more thing?” Jax’s face was still playful, but I noticed a hint of seriousness. “No more games, I don’t do well with jealousy.”

“Neither do I,” I replied

Lightly, he guided his hand up my body and cupped the side of my cheek, “I don’t play games.”

“Neither do I,” I snapped back, pushing up against him harder and moving my head slightly closer to his. “Looks like we both have nothing to worry about.”

“Looks that way,” he whispered before driving his head forward and locking his lips with mine. An uncontrollable desire fired through my veins at his touch, and I wanted more.

As he stepped out of the bathroom and into my room with me clinging to him, it was easy to come to the conclusion I was most definitely going to get more, and, as he kissed me with such passion, I had to wonder, how the hell did I live without this for so long?

Chapter 40

Jax

“Do you have any idea what you are doing?” Troy yelled in my face. The veins running up his neck were bulging, and his eyes were narrowed, the rage on his face would send any man running scared but I wasn’t a man who was easily intimidated.

Cole was glaring at me from the bar, his lips curled with disgust. Adam was the only one who hadn’t attacked me with threats when I’d walked into the clubhouse. Tyler, however, couldn’t even stand being in the same room, and left out the back when I came in.

“Get out of my face,” I growled at Troy, and pushed him back, hard, so he was out of my personal space. “How about you stop questioning me, and start debriefing.”

There had been a run that night; it wasn’t major, and Troy being President should have handled it easy. Still, he had to tell me how it went.

Cole scoffed loudly from the bar, wanting my attention. “Dating her is only going to bring trouble,” he snorted.

“What I do in my personal life is not your business.” My voice dropped into a deadly growl, “I think you both better remember your place and who you are talking to.”

“Putting Amber in trouble makes it our business,” Troy said as he slammed a closed fist down on the bar, finally getting the hint and staying out of my personal space.

“She isn’t in trouble,” I gritted my teeth; this was why I didn’t want to tell them, their protective instincts were sickening. “Anyway, before I came along, she had the ability to bring trouble all by herself without my help.”

“You said you loved her.” Troy looked disgusted. “Did you say that so she heard you? If you think you are using my sister as a root rag…”

“I’m dating her. Now fucking drop it before I drop you,” I roared at both of them. “Now get back to fucking business and remember I’m the one in charge.”

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