Chapter 11 Jinx
Jinx
When Diesel appears with a bag of patches and his girlfriend in tow, I realize the day is going to become even more exciting.
Raven is back to pretending I don’t exist, but it’s different now. Instead of hiding on the other side of the bar, she lingers by wherever I sit, and hisses her embarrassment when I purposely hop seats just to test my theory.
I’ve got no choice but to accept it. This harsh woman has outright stolen my heart out of my chest, and she’s hoarding it like some dragon with its treasure. There’s no other way to explain the way I feel when I’m with her.
I think I’m in love. Like, actual love. The kind that makes a person do silly things like think about rings and of future plans.
If we had a kid, would they have black hair like hers or brown like mine?
Does she think about that sort of stuff, too, or am I just some kind of sappy bastard now?
When the patching ceremony takes place, she’s tucked behind the bar by herself, her favorite place to be. Like the loner she is, I’m sure she’d be happier tucked away where it’s quiet, but she doesn’t. She waits around until I get a pat on the back and am sent on my way.
Kansas shoots me a grin as he goes right after. Catching me in the act of already heading toward Raven, he’s one of the few to know what’s going on. I haven’t outright told everyone that I want Raven, but it’s not because I don’t want to.
Beneath all that rage, I’ve learned that Raven is quite… the bashful type. So, until she’s ready, I’ll wait. Still, doesn’t mean I don’t want all these assholes to know she’s off the market.
All it’ll take is one newbie to see her beauty and think he’ll take a shot…
It takes strength not to let the thought ruin the smile on my lips as I coast over in her direction.
“How’s it look?” Running my thumb along the rectangle on my chest feels really good, seeing JINX instead of PROSPECT. Real fucking good as I show off my accomplishment.
I’m really happy. Got a girlfriend and a patch. What could be better than that?
She lifts a brow. “Uh…”
Turning around, I show her my back next. Instead of it being bare, I’ve got the club’s logo proudly attached. “Impressive, right?”
Her brows then pinch together before she lets out a laugh. A laugh. It’s a sound that catches a few people’s attention, unfortunately.
Moving in front of her to block the view of the gorgeous curve on her lips, I lean toward her. The bar is too broad, putting too much space between us. “Tell me that you’re impressed. My pride needs stroked.”
“Jinx.” Using my name like it’s a scold, that smile sadly disappears. “I’m surrounded by ten of you guys every five minutes. Everyone wears the same patches. It’s just a vest.”
It is, but it isn’t.
“You could be without it, and I’d still think you’re terrible.” Murmuring the insult, it doesn’t quite land when her mouth forms into a hidden smile, one that’s just for me.
“We can take it off, amongst other things, if you want. That’ll make me stand out, right?” Purring the offer softly, my cock stiffens on its own when her cheeks grow rosy. She rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t say no. She doesn’t say yes, either, though.
Damn.
“You know…” Moving right with her as she drifts to the side, I tap my fingers against the bar. “If you want, I can talk to Diesel about adjusting your vest.”
The confused look is back. I swallow. I haven’t outright pushed in a while. Now can be a good time to measure where she’s at.
“We could put my name on it. You know, like Penelope, Haven, and all those other women who put up the guys.” Sniffing, I shrug a shoulder. “It’s just a vest, like you said. But the others, they’ll, you know…”
Stay the fuck away from what’s mine.
Raven pauses, her stare heavy. Her face is blank, making it impossible to tell what she’s thinking. Am I getting ahead of myself? It’s a little late to start backtracking now.
We’ve been crashing in her room for a week now, and I’ve been having a pretty good time. She seems to endure my presence. God, look at me, questioning myself.
How in the hell did the others ask their women to become their old ladies?
“This is the part where you tell me to fuck off.” Forcing a laugh out, I reassure myself that I can try again later. Maybe in a year or two. Or—
Her eyes grow glossy, and all at once, panic rises.
“Tell me this isn’t a cruel tease.” Despite keeping her words even, she looks exposed. I don’t want the others to see it. This side of Raven is mine.
Reaching for her hand, she gives it. Despite the bar being in my way, she lets me guide her to the opening. Pulling her to my side, I listen to her breathing quiver. We’re gaining a little attention, but they can keep their curiosities all to themselves.
God, I want to kiss her, though. More and more each time we’re together like this.
When she sniffs, my steps quicken. Of course, we go to the one place we always go for privacy. Her room.
Pen’s already packed her stuff, taking it all to Judge’s apartment. This place is entirely ours.
As soon as the door is shut, I sandwich her body between it and mine. Kissing her hard enough to make her agitated, I hiss when she bites my tongue.
Pulling back, I drink in her flush that’s only grown in color. “I should’ve known you’d have a hard time believing it. I mean, hooking a sex god like me?”
She claws my throat as she drags me back down. Enjoying the soft moan that escapes her, she pinches at my cut like she can’t decide if she wants to cling to it or shove it off.
“I don’t know what to say…” Admitting the truth, her eyes close. “That’s a big thing, Jinx. Permanent. I get you’ve only been here for a short time, but—”
“Say yes.” Aching for some relief, I fight the urge to grind into her. “I like permanent. We don’t have to get physical in front of others, but at least let me make it clear that you’re mine.”
There’s no denying the way her breathing trembles as I wait for an answer.
“I’ll still want you either way, Raven. If I have to get in trouble for fighting those who think about trying, then so be it.” Pecking her lips, my mouth curves. “Just tell me what you want.”
Accepting another kiss, she sighs against my mouth. “You. I want you.”
Now that’s a perfect response if I’ve ever heard one. Surprised when she wraps her arms around my neck, she pulls me down in a hug and sighs against my ear.
“I’ll let you put your name on me, but if I see you sniffing around… I’m going to cut off your cock with a rusty knife.”
Probably shouldn’t grin because of her threat, but I can’t help it. She’s agreed. There’s nothing else I want more.
“Trust me, you’re more than enough to occupy myself with.” Grinning, I pull away to drink in her flushed cheeks. So damn pretty. I tell her that, too, and her flush spreads. “I can’t wait to tell everyone you’re mine.”
Hell, I’ll climb to the top of the clubhouse and scream it, that’s how enthusiastic I’m feeling. Beneath the happiness, hunger burns. There’s no better way to celebrate this moment than by getting my hands on her.
She’s as bad as I am, happy to let me drag my hands down her body. Just imagining her wearing a new patch has my cock pulsing.
Helping me shove her jeans and underwear down, she barely steps out of them before I’m crashing down onto my knees.
Hooking her leg over my shoulder, I don’t waste time licking into her. She tastes even richer than usual. Must be the lowkey love confession, huh?
The sound she makes is a punched-out gasp, following the low purr of my name.
I don’t just taste her. I devour her. My tongue finds her clit, and I worship it, a flat, firm stroke that makes her thighs twitch against my cheeks.
Her juices coat my lips, my chin. I lap them up, greedy, starving.
Each flutter of her cunt against my mouth is a silent plea, and I meet her with an answer.
My tongue circles, flicks, then drives deep inside her, and the groan she lets out is loud, ragged, gloriously unconcerned with who might hear.
“That’s it,” I mutter against her, the vibration pulling another choked moan from her throat. “Louder. I wanna hear it.”
My hands dig into the flesh of her ass, holding her to my mouth as I drink her down. Every gasp, every broken syllable of my name is mine. Mine. Mine.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, not guiding, just clutching as her hips start to rock against my face. I let her. I let her use my mouth, my tongue, chasing her own pleasure. She wants to use me? Fuck yeah, I’m happy to volunteer my mouth.
Her whole body starts trembling, her leg over my shoulder shaking. Pulling at my hair, her body bows against the door.
Sucking her clit between my lips, her thighs tremble before she’s crying out, soaking my chin with her juices as her high comes crashing down hard.
As soon as I’m carefully setting her down, she’s yanking me back to my feet so we can share another kiss, this one flavored of her. My favorite flavor. As her tongue dances along with mine, I feel her hand cup me through my jeans before she squeezes me just right.
“Should I go tell Diesel now? I don’t think I can wait long for a new patch to be made.” Panting, my brows pinch together when she undoes my jeans with jerky motions.
“I want to fuck.” The zipper catches as she yanks it down.
Christ.
Okay. Diesel can wait. My girl comes first.