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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Synopsis
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.
Motherfucker. I stop mid-step, and
I swear my dick would cry if he could.
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