Page 85 of The Girlfriend's Guide to Dating a Biker
My fingers dug into his skin. “You are so freaking filthy, Jake Savage. I’ve never had a guy talk so dirty to me.”
I was on my back before I finished the sentence, and Jake was on top of me, his arms braced either side of my head, his entire being blazing with intent.
“And you never will,” he growled. His eyes flashed with a look so feral it came with implied paperwork: signed, sealed, branded across my pussy. “No one gets to talk to you like this, Eden. No one gets to fucking have you the way I do.”
Oh.
OH.
OHHHHH.
I stared up at him, fully aware that my emotional stability had just packed a suitcase and booked a one-way ticket to “you’re so fucked.”
I was lost for words, but not for feelings.
Nope, I had so many feelings about him.
Mostly: kdbsdfoiwrembsdfljsdf
And also: sdfoipwerhbsdjbgfalf
ERROR 500: Emotional logic corrupted. Body running unauthorised code. System override: Jake Savage has been initiated.
He kissed me again, rough and reckless, like he was done holding any of this back. Then he ground his cock against me with a brutal, dominant grind of his hips. “And now,” he vowed, “I’m gonna make sure your body remembers who the fuck it belongs to.”
Note to self: When my hot biker boyfriend says things like “No one gets to fucking have you the way I do”, it requires an entirely new database structure because NO SPREADSHEET I’VE EVER CREATED CAN HANDLE THIS LEVEL OF INTENSITY.
Current status: Still processing. RAM overloaded. System upgrade required. Might need to sell a kidney. Attempting to quantify the growl factor but my metrics keep shorting out. Will need extensive peer review.
P.S. Mrs Primrose definitely heard Jake making sure I never forget what he said. The Wine Club are renaming this month’s meeting to “The Filth Files.”
UPDATE: All systems failing. No data collection possible when he’s looking at me like that. Initiating emergency backup protocols.
ERROR: Backup protocols also failing. Send help. Or don’t. Actually, definitely don’t. Whatever he’s about to do next deserves full system surrender.
JAKE
April 25
I woke to Eden’s hair tickling my chin, her warm body curled into my side, and her arm resting across my chest. My ribs ached under the weight of her, dull at first, then sharp when I shifted. Every muscle felt bruised after the blows I’d taken during the night.
Last night was on replay in my mind. Those Black Deeds motherfuckers hurting Mum and threatening Eden. The way Eden had swung her laptop bag like a fucking weapon. The sound it made when it connected with that bastard’s skull. Murderous protectiveness churned in my gut at the memory. Mum and Eden shouldn’t have been dragged into club business. They shouldn’t have been put in harm’s fucking way.
I traced my finger along Eden’s shoulder blade, feeling the delicate bones beneath her skin. She was stronger than others gave her credit for, but that strength could get her killed in my world. It wouldn’t stop what those animals were capable of when they really wanted to hurt someone.
My phone rang beside the bed, and a jolt of pain ran through me as I reached for it. Nash’s name flashed on the screen. He and Colt had stayed at the hospital to watch over Mum so I could stay here with Eden and get some sleep.
I answered quietly, trying not to wake her, but she stirred anyway, her lashes fluttering and eyes finding mine with an alertness that suggested she hadn’t been fully asleep.
“How is she?” she asked after I finished the call.
The sleepy rasp of her voice sent my thoughts right to the gutter. I wanted to roll her onto her back and see if I could make her voice even rougher. But there wasn’t time for that.
“She’s ready to come home. They’re discharging her this morning.”
“I’ll come with you.” She was already sitting up, wild hair, the sheet slipping off her as she scanned the floor for her clothes.
“You’ve got work?—”
