Still Waters (Motorcycle Club Romance, New Adult Romance): Devil's Riders (Hot Blooded Heroes) (3 page)

             
Clearly though, the manager was thrilled with her. He kept touching her arm and smiling at her. But he wasn't smiling at her, he was smiling at her boobs.

             
Jack wanted to kill him.

             
"If you would just try this on in the back, I can take a picture and send it to headquarters."

             
Janet giggled and disappeared into the back with the uniform. Dev and Kaylie were sitting at the bar with their heads together. They were always like that, totally in tune. Jack walked over and tapped Dev on the shoulder.

             
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

             
Dev and Kaylie both snapped their heads up and stared at him.

             
"What man? You mean Janet?"

             
"Yes. She shouldn't be working in a place like this."

             
Devlin looked baffled.

             
"Why not? The girl needs a job. Her parents are being real hard on her since she dropped out."

             
Kaylie lifted her shoulders in a graceful shrug.

             
"They don't need anyone at Mae's right now unfortunately."

             
Jack didn't say anything. He just walked away to stand near the door that Janet had disappeared into. They were missing the point. Janet chose that moment to walk out of the storage room in the tightest orange shorts and the smallest top Jack had ever seen. It was cropped to show her flat midriff and way too small. It hugged her gorgeous tits, pushing them up and out until they practically spilled over the top. He felt the blood rushing to his groin as hot lust sliced through him.

             
And anger.

             
The whole place was hooting and hollering like animals at the sight of her. Janet smiled and cocked her shoulder at the crowd, preening. Jack had to stop himself from throwing his jacket over her. A group of college guys at a nearby table started chanting.

             
"FRESH MEAT! FRESH MEAT! FRESH MEAT!"

             
Jack felt his blood begin to boil. Devlin was beside him in an instant.

             
"I see what you mean, man. Come on Janet, let's get out of here."

             
Kaylie scooped up Janet's clothes from the storage room and grabbed Janet's arm. She had the good sense to look a little concerned when one of the guys reached out to grab her breast. Jack shoved him backwards with one hand and then elbowed his buddy in the chin when he tried to intervene.

             
Without turning Jack drove his heel down into the little shit's foot and heard a snap. The guy let out a blood curdling wail. Jack ignored him and threw 20 bucks on the counter top. For the uniform.

             
It was over in less than a minute.

**********

             
Janet was shaking as they practically ran out of the mall toward the parking lot. Once they were outside she wrapped her arms around her bare midriff. She hadn't been expecting
that.
They'd made her feel like a stripper. Worse, they'd made her feel like she was for sale.

             
Thank God she hadn't been alone…

             
Kaylie helped her pull her shirt over the trashy Hooter's top. She was wiping away the tears that came from nowhere when she caught Jack staring at her. She narrowed her eyes at him, not in the mood for his disapproval.

             
"What?"

             
"What do you do that for?"

             
"I don't know what you are talking about."

             
"Yes. You do."

             
She looked away, suddenly feeling more exposed than she had in the restaurant. The funny thing was, she did know. He wanted to know why she craved the attention. She licked her lips, unsure how to answer.

             
"You okay, Jan?"

             
Kaylie was back, putting her arm around Janet's shoulders. She nodded and stood up straight. No harm done. She would just have to find a job somewhere else.

             
"I'm good, thanks."

             
Devlin looked relieved that she wasn't going to cry anymore. She almost smiled at the way he was already treating her like an older brother.

             
"We better go. I need to get these two little missies home to their mamas."

             
Kaylie giggled at Devlin as he pulled her into his arms for a kiss.

             
Janet opened her mouth and said something that surprised even her.

             
"Jack is taking me."

             
Kaylie's mouth dropped open before widening into a huge grin. Devlin looked thrilled. She slid her eyes sideways, peeking at the huge man standing beside her. Jack hadn't said a word but Dev and Kaylie's big smiles had clearly irritated him. Devlin slapped him on the back. Hard.

             
"Alright man! Have a good night."

             
And then  they were gone, leaving Janet standing all alone with Jack in the Mall parking lot. He shifted his eyes toward her and raised an eyebrow. She lifted her chin. She wasn't going to let him intimidate her.

             
"So? Are we just going to stand here all night?"

             
He grunted and grabbed her arm, pulling her toward his bike.

**********

             
Jack stared straight ahead, trying to focus on the road. He'd never ridden with anyone on the back of his bike before. He could feel her slender arms wrapped around his waist with surprising strength. She had a good grip for such a tiny thing.

             
That's right. Kaylie had said she'd been a dancer. It made sense with the graceful way she moved with him on the bike, unconsciously leaning into the turns with him.

             
He'd given her his helmet and thrust her onto the seat, trying not to stare at her spread thighs beneath him. Then he'd climbed on and started the bike without hesitation. He made sure she understood that he was annoyed with her. That this ride was a one time thing.             

             
All without saying a word.

             
The mall was a half an hour from town, which gave him plenty of time to enjoy her body pressed against his back. And he was enjoying it. A lot. He groaned inwardly. It was his front he'd like her pressed against. He wanted her. Badly. He might as well stop lying to himself about it. The little minx was getting to him whether he liked it or not.

             
Perhaps he should bed her. He'd make it clear that it was just the once. Or maybe a couple of times, all in one night. That would give him time to explore her, to take her all the different ways he wanted to… He'd taste her first. Then once she was writhing in ecstasy, he'd slide into her body and wrap those long, elegant legs around his hips. Then he'd ride her, as hard as he wanted to. He'd show her that he wasn't the sort of man to be trifled with. Afterwards he'd tell her to wait until he wanted her again. It probably wouldn't take too long, given the state she'd put him in these last couple of days.

             
He'd take her from behind the next time. So he could see that sweet little ass up close. He almost lost his focus on the road at the thought. His mind wandered again. Toward the end of the night he'd be gentle with her. Maybe he'd even let her be on top. She'd look good riding him. Then he'd drop her off somewhere and that would be it. She'd be out of his system.

             
It was an excellent idea.

             
It was a terrible idea.

             
He knew Dev wouldn't like it if he treated his old lady's best friend as a disposable lay. Hell, he wouldn't like it either. The girl deserved more than that. She was proud. He didn't want to humble her. That surprised him. He'd never thought about a woman's feelings before. Or his own.

             
Jack didn't allow himself to have feelings at all.

             
Best to leave her alone. It'd be safer for everyone. She was too delicate to handle what he wanted to dish out on her. And he didn't want to make those beautiful aqua eyes fill up with tears when he was done with her.

             
But when he parked in front of her house and stood up, his good intentions fled. She was staring up at him as she struggled to remove her helmet. He reached out and brushed her hands aside, easily opening the latch. Her hands stilled underneath his at the look on his face. He could tell she was feeling it too- whatever this crazy feeling was.

             
Before he knew it, he'd hauled her up off the bike and into his arms. He grunted as her tight little body pressed against the hard wall of his chest. Her breasts pressed into him as her eyes opened wide. His mouth was on hers before either one of them knew what was happened.

             
Dear God.

             
White hot lust pierced him as he plundered her sweet, willing mouth with his tongue. His hands were all over her, caressing, touching, feeling, until they settled on her bottom. He yanked her against his erection with tremendous force. She made a startled little sound beneath him and reality came crashing back in. He tore his mouth away from hers with a soft curse and climbed back onto his bike. He felt her hand on his shoulder but shook it off.

             
"Wait- your helmet."

             
"Keep it."

             
He didn't turn to look at her. He realized suddenly that he was afraid to. Afraid of what he might do.

             
"Jack- why are you angry at me? I- I like you."

             
Her soft admission sent an odd feeling to the pit of his stomach. He pushed it down as hard as he could.

             
"You don't want to mess with a guy like me."

             
"What if I do?"

             
"Trust me. You don't."

             
He drove away without a backward glance. He wouldn't see her again. If Dev asked him to escort her somewhere again, he'd explain that he didn't like the girl. That she got on his nerves with her flashy ways and girlish laughter. It was better that way. He drove away, satisfied that the matter was behind him.

             
There was just one thing that was bothering him.

             
She'd been kissing him back like she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

**********

             
He knew where she lived.

             
That was the first thought Janet had as she watched him ride away. He'd known without asking.

             
But what did it mean?

             
Janet had a sinking feeling that she was in terrible trouble. Not just her life, which was a mess and damn if that wasn't a well known fact. But now she had a strong certainty that she wasn't going to forget Jack, his eyes, or his kiss any time soon.

             
If ever.

             
He wanted her as much as she wanted him. Of that she was sure. She could feel it in the way he held her, touched her, kissed her with an urgency that had taken her breath away. And yet he was the one who'd pulled back when they both knew she wouldn't have stopped him from going further.

             
She would have climbed on that bike and followed him straight to hell if he'd asked her.

             
Maybe it was a good thing he hadn't. Maybe he was trying to protect her from him, the lifestyle, everything.

             
But who was going to protect her from herself and her foolish wish to be near him? She stared down at the helmet in her hands. She'd loved riding with him. His confidence on the road had been incredibly attractive. Everything about him was appealing to her. Not just his strong masculine body or soulful eyes. Not just the way he smelled like leather and smoke. Not just his long hair or bad boy tattoos. Him.