gonna be me.”
Chapter 5
Sophie jerked her head back to glare up at him and Ajax laughed.
He liked that, too. That, like she’d said back in the Priory earlier today, she wasn’t afraid of him.
He hadn’t realized how long it had been since he’d been with a woman who wasn’t. But then, Sophie had been raised by the only man Ajax had ever known who’d been scarier than him.
She searched his face, her expression showing nothing.
But her eyes blazed.
And they both knew she wasn’t going to do a thing about it. Not here. Not with all these eyes on them. Not in a place where she was Priest’s daughter and Ajax’s problem right up until there was a reason to think she was nothing more than a dumb bitch, and there was no protecting her if she crossed that line.
It was no small thing that these were lessons he didn’t need to teach her. He hadn’t had to warn her not to talk to any of the women here, no matter how unfriendly that might seem, because she wasn’t one of them and wouldn’t want to be passed around the way they were. He hadn’t had to tell her to watch her smart mouth or keep her tone civil if anyone spoke to her, or even if only he did. He hadn’t had to worry that she might start some shit while he was occupied with the men, because she knew better.
She knew all of the complicated layers to this place, this life, these people. All of the rules. She knew that the Devil’s Keepers were Ajax’s friends, but that didn’t make them hers, especially without a property patch on her back.
Christ, she was fucking perfect.
Ajax had never wanted a woman as his. As property. But if there was ever a woman worth rethinking his position on that for, it was this one.
Priest had never wanted this life for his little girl, but somehow, despite that or, hell, maybe because of it, he’d raised her so that she was absolutely perfect for it anyway. Fit to ride behind a king.
And Ajax was so hungry for her he thought it might actually kill him.
Sophie shifted then. She lifted her hands from her lap and she slid them onto his chest and it wasn’t lost on Ajax that this was the first time she’d touched him of her own volition. Everything inside of him went quiet. Tight. He thought if she stopped, he might lose his cool.
She held his gaze for a minute and then she dropped it again, concentrating on her task with a studiousness that made him want to do her right there, right then. Just strip off those tight jeans and toss her long legs over his shoulders and sink into her until neither one of them gave a shit about anything else.
He figured it would take one good thrust.
He was trying to think of any particular reason not to do just that when Sophie shifted again, tracing the ridges of his abdomen like she’d found something wonderful. Ajax sucked in a breath, dropping his head back down to the crook of her neck where she was heating up, need starting to make her sweet skin glisten.
One cut line and then another, she climbed the hard ladder of his six-pack through his T-shirt with those delicate fingers of hers. Then she leaned in and ran her palms up, running over his pectoral muscles and dragging slightly on his nipples, then down. Then she went up again, this time running her hands over the leather of his cut and the patches that proclaimed his identity, one after the next.
She didn’t have to ask him what they meant, because she knew.
And there was a different kind of reverence in the way her fingers traced over the patch that proclaimed him the outlaw he was, and the one above it that called him her father’s VP. There was something almost solemn in the way she traced the name of the club that lay over his heart. Once. Twice.
Ajax had no idea why he was standing so still, letting her explore him so gently and carefully in a warehouse far off in the bayou, when there were a thousand other things he could be doing—like getting his dick wet before he exploded like a fucking kid. But he didn’t
Chapter 5
Sophie jerked her head back to glare up at him and Ajax laughed.
He liked that, too. That, like she’d said back in the Priory earlier today, she wasn’t afraid of him.
He hadn’t realized how long it had been since he’d been with a woman who wasn’t. But then, Sophie had been raised by the only man Ajax had ever known who’d been scarier than him.
She searched his face, her expression showing nothing.
But her eyes blazed.
And they both knew she wasn’t going to do a thing about it. Not here. Not with all these eyes on them. Not in a place where she was Priest’s daughter and Ajax’s problem right up until there was a reason to think she was nothing more than a dumb bitch, and there was no protecting her if she crossed that line.
It was no small thing that these were lessons he didn’t need to teach her. He hadn’t had to warn her not to talk to any of the women here, no matter how unfriendly that might seem, because she wasn’t one of them and wouldn’t want to be passed around the way they were. He hadn’t had to tell her to watch her smart mouth or keep her tone civil if anyone spoke to her, or even if only he did. He hadn’t had to worry that she might start some shit while he was occupied with the men, because she knew better.
She knew all of the complicated layers to this place, this life, these people. All of the rules. She knew that the Devil’s Keepers were Ajax’s friends, but that didn’t make them hers, especially without a property patch on her back.
Christ, she was fucking perfect.
Ajax had never wanted a woman as his. As property. But if there was ever a woman worth rethinking his position on that for, it was this one.
Priest had never wanted this life for his little girl, but somehow, despite that or, hell, maybe because of it, he’d raised her so that she was absolutely perfect for it anyway. Fit to ride behind a king.
And Ajax was so hungry for her he thought it might actually kill him.
Sophie shifted then. She lifted her hands from her lap and she slid them onto his chest and it wasn’t lost on Ajax that this was the first time she’d touched him of her own volition. Everything inside of him went quiet. Tight. He thought if she stopped, he might lose his cool.
She held his gaze for a minute and then she dropped it again, concentrating on her task with a studiousness that made him want to do her right there, right then. Just strip off those tight jeans and toss her long legs over his shoulders and sink into her until neither one of them gave a shit about anything else.
He figured it would take one good thrust.
He was trying to think of any particular reason not to do just that when Sophie shifted again, tracing the ridges of his abdomen like she’d found something wonderful. Ajax sucked in a breath, dropping his head back down to the crook of her neck where she was heating up, need starting to make her sweet skin glisten.
One cut line and then another, she climbed the hard ladder of his six-pack through his T-shirt with those delicate fingers of hers. Then she leaned in and ran her palms up, running over his pectoral muscles and dragging slightly on his nipples, then down. Then she went up again, this time running her hands over the leather of his cut and the patches that proclaimed his identity, one after the next.
She didn’t have to ask him what they meant, because she knew.
And there was a different kind of reverence in the way her fingers traced over the patch that proclaimed him the outlaw he was, and the one above it that called him her father’s VP. There was something almost solemn in the way she traced the name of the club that lay over his heart. Once. Twice.
Ajax had no idea why he was standing so still, letting her explore him so gently and carefully in a warehouse far off in the bayou, when there were a thousand other things he could be doing—like getting his dick wet before he exploded like a fucking kid. But he didn’t
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