She’s barely legal. He’s more than twice her age.
None of it matters.
He’s about to show her why he’s nicknamed SHAFT.
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She’s
barely legal. He’s more than twice her age.
None of
it matters.
He’s about to show her why he’s nicknamed SHAFT.
Bree
Until Jax, I’ve never even had an
interest in boys.
That’s just the thing though. Jax isn’t a
boy.
He’s all man.
First, I gave him my innocence.
Second, I gave him my heart.
But when my family finds out about us…
I just hope I don’t get him killed.
Jax
She’s the granddaughter of a rival club’s
President.
She’s barely legal and way too innocent
for me.
I’m too old. Too hardened by life, but
one taste of her and it’s too late.
I’ve claimed her as my own.
And I’ll die before I let anyone take her
away from me.
Unfortunately, it might just come to
that.
Bree says we’re soul mates.
Fated for each other.
When I’m staring down the barrel of a gun
about to lose everything.
It seems like life fate might have given
me the shaft.
Chapter
One
Shaft
“Fuck
man,” I groan, all but falling down in the chair.
“Rough
day old man?” Briar asks, and I flip him
off. Bastard has a right to laugh. He
and his old lady, Stephanie conveniently
picked today to spend at Cumberland Falls.
Conveniently, because today is the day the rest of the brothers and
myself worked like fucking dogs, fixing up the outside of the club for BB and
Diego’s birthdays. BB is a nickname for Torch and Katie’s little boy, and Diego
is the president, Skull and his old lady Beth’s son. The two women are sisters
and somehow managed to have kids on the exact same day just minutes apart. The
Pres is going all out to make sure there’s a huge celebration for the boys’
second birthday.
It
sure as hell don’t feel like they should be two already. Time flies fast, and damn if my body ain’t living proof of
that today. I feel old all the way down to my bones. I’ve been a sworn in
member of the Devil’s Blaze for the last two years, getting the nod from the
other members during all that shit with Beth, Katie and the fucking Donahues.
It’s
what I wanted, what I worked for, not even minding that I was serving as a
pledge with men ten or more years younger than me. Now at forty, I’m probably one of the oldest
members. It didn’t used to bother me, but lately I’m feeling like I missed out
on something. Especially when men my age, or close to it have all settled down
with old ladies, and here I am alone.
It’s
not like I haven’t had relationships, I have. It’s just none of them are even
slightly memorable. More often than not, I wish to hell I could forget them. I
look through the room and it’s mostly quiet. The new prospects are partying
with a few of the club girls. Even
that—easy pussy, doesn’t interest me tonight and that is just fucking
depressing. The club needs new women or something. Hell, maybe I need to get off my ass and get
out and find a woman, a woman of my own. That just seems like too much fucking
effort right now. Especially when I’ve been breaking up cement and shit all day
to make way for the new patio that’s being poured tomorrow. My back hurts like
a motherfucker.
“I
think I’m crashing for the night brother,” I tell Briar, taking the last swig
of my beer.
“Damn, you are getting old,” he says with
a chuckle as he shakes his head.
“Nothing
here seems to be holding my interest tonight. Club needs some new talent.”
“You
need to settle down brother. Find you a good woman like my Steph,” he boasts.
“I
think all the good ones are probably gone.”
“Nah,
they’re still out there. Just hard to find,” Briar says.
I look around the room one last time.
Just as I’m about to write the night off as a loss, she walks in.
“Who’s
that?”
He
looks around the room. “Who?”
“The
chick that just walked through the door,” I tell him without taking my eyes off
her. She’s fucking beautiful, and I don’t mean that in a normal way. Hell no, this chick could have just
walked off the pages of a magazine. She’s got hair that you can’t really call
blonde. It’s like multiple colors, blonde on top then slowly shifting to darker
locks on the bottom, and every now and then there’s a strand of almost white.
It’s cut so it curves toward a perfect face reaching below her shoulders. She’s got red lips that could make any man
beg—including me. She’s wearing a black jacket, not leather, it’s more
polished, expensive, though the look is similar. Under that she has a white shirt that clings
to tight, perky breasts that are easily a ‘C’ cup. Perfect size to fill my large hands. Tight blue jean shorts that
cling to her curvy ass and show off long fucking legs, that’d I’d give my eye
teeth to feel wrapped around me. She’s wearing flip flops and fuck, even her
toes are sexy, painted clear with bright white tips. There’s a silver ring
around one of her toes and even that looks sexy. She looks around like she’s
searching for someone. Me baby. You’re definitely searching for me.
Almost
as if she can hear me, she looks at me. Those sweet red lips give into a smile,
and I need her closer, so I can tell exactly what color those eyes are. I can
feel my dick hardening. I reach down under the table to adjust him. I’ll be
letting him play tonight, that’s for damn
sure. I stare straight at the woman of my dreams. Is it coincidence that her
tongue comes out to brush against her top lip, or is she trying to drive me in-
fucking –sane?
“Down
boy.” Briar puts his hand on my chest as if to hold me back. “That’s not for
you.”
“Why
the fuck not?” I shove his hand away. “She been claimed by one of the other
brothers?” Please say no. Briar
laughs, and as much as I hate it, I pull my eyes away from my dream woman and
look at him. “What the fuck do you find so funny?”
“The
fact that you’re setting yourself up for a whole hell of a lot of trouble.”
“Quit
talking in circles, Briar. I got more important shit to do.” Like her.
“Not
with her you don’t.”
“You’re
starting to piss me off man.”
“That
girl is off limits.” His tone is hard and matter of fact.
“Says
who?”
His
eyes harden. “Her family.”
“Give
me a break. Do I look like I give a fuck?” What
the fuck has he been moking?
“You
might on this one.”
“I
doubt it.”
“It’s
your funeral.”
Standing up, I ignore the son of a
bitch. My dick is so hard I could lay fucking bricks. I’ve got a much softer
place in mind for him though.
“Something else might talk you out
of it though.”
“I
doubt it,” I repeat, walking toward my future.
“She’s
jailbait,” he calls out after me.
Meet
Jordan
I'm just a
girl standing in front of you and asking you to love her.
heh (I might
watch too many Rom Com's)
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