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“No,” she whispered.
He snaked his hands into the back of her panties, palming her ass as she shamelessly rubbed on him. She needed to find her release, but if Jack was playing with her, that might take some time. It was time that she took back some of his control, and she knew just how to do that.
Ember reached back and ran the palm of her hand over his jean-clad erection, and Jack moaned as he squeezed a fistful of her ass. “You keep that up and this will be over before we even get started,” he growled. He pushed her up against the cold wall, keeping her back to his front, and snaked his hand down the front of her body, dipping his skilled fingers into her drenched folds. God, she was so ready to take whatever he wanted to give her. She felt like an idiot asking for only one night because she had a feeling that one night would never be enough with Jack.
When she heard his jeans hit the floor, she couldn’t help but push her ass back against him. And when she figured out that he wasn’t wearing anything under his jeans, she nearly lost her mind. Ember rode his hand until she was shouting out his name, and he still didn’t stop. He kept her pressed tightly between him and the wall as he filled her inch by delicious inch. His fingers were still playing with her clit, and when he started to move deep inside of her, she couldn’t help but fall over the edge again.
“Fuck, that’s hot, baby,” Jack whispered into her ear. He nearly pulled out of her pussy and slammed back into her from behind over and over again. “I’m going to come,” he growled as he pumped faster and deeper inside of her body, and when he lost himself, he breathed her name like a prayer on his lips.
It was almost too much—being with Jack. He was dangerous because Ember knew that she could lose her heart to him, even if she had made him promise to keep things casual. The questionwas, would she be willing to give her heart to a man again, or had her doomed relationship with Marco ruined her for good?
They got to Hurricane’s House to pick up their dinner order a bit early. They decided to have a beer while they waited for their food to be ready, and she had to admit she liked Jack’s MC.
The place was pretty empty since it was just dinner time, but she was sure that everyone would be in later for church. Jack liked explaining all the ins and outs of an MC to her, and she found it intriguing. Hurricane’s offer had her wanting to stick around town, and stick around with Jack, but she didn’t want to just jump into something that she wasn’t quite ready for.
“I need to run back to the ladies’ room,” she said.
“I’ll be here waiting,” Jack grumbled. He was always a little grumpy when he was hungry.
She giggled and kissed his cheek. “I’ll hurry,” she promised. She made her way to the ladies’ room and found the first empty stall. She was almost finished when she heard the door open, and a few chatty women were talking and giggling.
“Can you believe he’s with her?” one woman asked. She almost felt bad about listening in on their conversation, but it had been a while since she had heard any girl talk; she couldn’t help herself.
“You do know he’s a cop, right?” another woman asked. The hair on her arms stood up, and she was sure that they were talking about herself and Jack. There weren’t many cops in the club, according to Jack.
“Yeah, and she was homeless or something. I’ve heard that Jack has a hero complex. He loves to save people who can’t save themselves,” another woman said. Ember wanted to march outof that stall and insist that she didn’t need anyone to take care of her, but she wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. She had no clue how many women were out there.
“I hear that she might be the new Prez for the Harlots.” These women seemed to know all the gossip around Hurricane’s House.
“Well, let’s hope she doesn’t get voted in,” a third woman said. “Otherwise, I might not join. She’s not from here, so why would she get that position?” That was all she needed to hear. Ember quickly flushed the toilet, pulled her jeans up, straightened herself out, and left the stall. She walked past the group of five women, staring them down on her way to the sink, and the looks on their faces were almost comical. They looked like toddlers who had gotten caught with their hands in the cookie jar.
Ember quickly washed her hands, grabbed some towels to dry them, and started for the door. She turned and smiled at the women who were all still watching her with their mouths gaping open. “Don’t worry about having to join the Harlots when I’m Prez. You five won’t be invited anyway. And as for Jack saving me—well, that wasn’t necessary. I’m not a damsel in distress.” She turned and walked out of the ladies’ room, running straight into Hurricane.
“Sorry,” he said.
“Not a problem,” she said, “I was just coming to look for you. I’ll be the Harlot’s Prez, if the offer still stands.”
“It does,” he said.
“Great—let the girls know that we will meet here tomorrow night—if that works with your schedule.”
“Um, sure,” he said.
“See you tomorrow then,” she said, turning to walk back to the bar. She was done with everyone thinking that she couldn’t take care of herself. And she was definitely finished with nottaking charge of her life. Ember wanted a new life, and well, now she had signed up for one. She just hoped like hell that she’d be a good leader for the Harlots because they deserved that from her.
Spark Plug
It had been a few months since Ember made the promise of “Only one night,” which was actually comical considering the number of nights that they had spent together so far. He had fallen in love with her, but he knew that telling her that would only have her running.
Jack walked into the master bedroom that they had been sharing to find Ember packing her small suitcase and wondered what was going on. He had done everything that she asked—even promising her only one night when he wanted so much more with her. Yet, she was packing her stuff as though she wasn’t ever coming back to his place.
He cleared his throat, “Should I ask what’s going on, or do I not want to know?” he teased, trying to keep things light, even though his heart felt anything but.
She swiped at tears that were falling down her beautiful face, and he quickly crossed the room. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I have to go back to Florida for a bit,” she said. “Marco’s mother has been in an accident, and I need to make sure that she’s all right.” Jack knew that Ember was close to Jean. Hell—she had even warned Ember against being with her own son, andfor that, Jack would always be grateful to the woman. But going back to Florida to check on her was a mistake.
“What if you’re walking into a trap?” Jack asked. “What if this is all Marco’s doing and he’s there waiting for you?”
