Page 15 of Jack

His chest puffs out at the praise. With his cheeks flushed red from exertion, chest heaving, he smiles a wide bright smile at her.

“Thanks. I have been practicing so much. I want to enter a competition next summer, but I need to be eleven to enter, so I have to wait,” he explains to her.

I watch them interact, and I fucking love seeing that she hangs on his every word. She doesn’t brush off anything he says and answers any questions he throws at her.

“Are you dating my dad?” he questions, making me blink, and I am stunned for a split second before I laugh.

Lilith freezes, her body locking up, with her eyes and mouth wide. I slip my arm around her waist and tug her to me.

“We are new, bud. How about we leave that for another time, and you get back to the ramps? We only have an hour left before we have to get back to the club.”

He shrugs “Okay” and runs off.

“Hey, look at me,” I say to her when I see that her gaze is still focused on Dom.

Her bright eyes come back to me, and I smile when she blinks, coming out of her little stunned moment.

“There she is. I won’t hide anything about us from my son, Red. I told you we would go at your pace.”

She nods but says nothing. My hand slides up her thigh, and down between them, making her clamp her thighs tight together, effectively trapping my hand. Grinning at her, I lean in so my lips brush her ear.

“I will get in there, baby. It is just a matter of time, but I am happy to wait, because I know you will be worth it. Why don’t you finish telling me about this fucked-up wedding you are being forced into attending?”

Her body stiffens a little, forcing me to pull back to look at her face.

“Talk to me, baby.” I soften the tone of my voice.

She sighs, looking at me, her body angling so her knees brush against mine.

“I feel pathetic for even entertaining the idea of going, but my mom has this control over me. Growing up, it was easier to agree with her than to fight back, because she knew just what buttons to push to make everyone’s lives hell. So I would smile and nod to get the discussion over with. It seems that at twenty-three, she still has this hold over me, and I agreed to go to the wedding andlet her dress me like a fucking doll,” she snaps, and I grin at her outburst.

She is hot as fuck when she is worked up.

Her eyes widen when she swears, and I chuckle. My finger slips under her chin, making her look at me and not her hands in her lap.

“Hearing the word ‘fucking’ coming out of your mouth makes my dick twitch, baby.”

“You have a dirty mouth, Jack.”

“Oh, baby, you have no idea.” I wink.

Lilith is very reserved, and I have always liked that about her. She never threw herself at me when we were younger, or even men now, from what I have seen and heard from the guys.

I know she comes from a rich family.

A fucked-up family from the sounds of it.

I wonder what they would do if she went to this wedding with a biker. I grin to myself, thinking that that might not be a bad idea.

“Can you bring a date to the wedding?”

Her mouth opens then closes like a fish, but she says nothing while she thinks over my question.

“I—I don’t know. Nothing has been said because they think I am still heartbroken over him.” She shudders.

“Do you need to ask, or do you have the balls to just turn up with a date?” I arch a brow at her.

“No balls. That is all you,” she quips, and I throw my head back, laughing at her.

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