Chapter Thirteen
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Harper
”I thought we were going to the club house.” I had let myself be led from the bar, Teddy and Bat had averaged their eyes as Jett grabbed my hand, pulling my behind him. His hand rough but oh so gentle on mine. But he hadn’t lead me towards his bike, its chrome work shining in the morning sun shine, instead he tugged me down towards the beach itself. Only stopping as we came to the low wall.
”Soon.” He turned and the icy blue eyes skewered me to the spot. Making my heart thunder in my chest. ”I want to talk to you first.”
Squinting against the glare of the sun I studied his face. Talk to me? Wasn’t that what we had just been doing? “Um
Ok.” I couldn’t help the quiver in my voice. Why did I have a feeling he was mad at me? “Is everything ok?”
He blinked down at me in surprise at my time and the hard lines of his face softened. His fingers tightened around my hand. “Everything is fine Harper, I just want you to look about you.” Another squeeze and I couldn’t help it I glanced down at our entwined hands.
We were standing there , holding hands like we were dating. A couple.
I looked away quickly but not before a blush heated my cheeks. It was a blush he noticed straight away.
The smallest of smiles tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You’re blushing.”
His words just made my face flame hotter. Why wasn’t I better at this? But I still couldn’t move my hand from his.
“Why are you blushing Harper?” Suddenly he was there, no longer by my side but right in front of me and the air left my lungs in a whoosh as I stared up at him, all shimmery like he was haloed by the sun.
His eyes glinted, making them look more animal than human.
“I don’t know, I’m just…” I struggled to find the right words. He had said from the beginning that he didn’t want to date me. Had made it perfectly clear with his words and his actions and then he did things like come rushing to my rescue , of helping me.
Things like looking at me like he was.
And I didn’t know what to think.
“I’m not very good at this.” I admitted finally , my eyes searching intently for something to look at that wasn’t his face.
He was so wrong for me.
All leather,oil and cat like grace.
He was dangerous , I knew that instinctively and yet I felt safe with him.
“You are fine at this, we are just two people getting to know each other.” Another squeeze of my finger tips. “I would like to get to know you better Harper.”
“As friends? I think I already class you as a friend.” How could I not? He had done so much for me already.
For several long moments he said nothing and then his fingers slid around my chin, lifting my face to his.
“Friends?” His pale blue eyes searched my face. Looking for god knows what. “Would you freak out if I told you I didn’t want to be your friend?”
My heart sank. He didn’t? It was his friendship I was relying on. As selfish as that sounded I needed him on my side. I needed his protection. His wide shoulders to cry on. And I knew that made me a b***h. If he didn’t want me as a friend then what exactly did he want?
“I am sorry Jett, I … shouldn’t have let you help me.” I moved my face away. It was obvious what he wanted from me. I had been a fool to think anything he offered wouldn’t come at a price.
He didn’t want my friendship.
He wanted s*x.
Sex in exchange for my safety at his club house.
“I should go.” I stepped back, trying to turn on my heel and one too large flip flop slipped off my foot.
I had been a god damn fool and now… tears sprang unbidden into my eyes. Now I had to start all over again. With nothing.
I couldn’t even stay here. Not now I had been found.
“Whoa.” A strong hand curled around my waist , gentle but insistent as he turned me. “Whoa Harper.” He seemed confused. “ What the hell just happened?”
“I won’t sleep with you Jett.” My voice was bitter. “Not even for a safe place to sleep , I would rather sleep on that bench” I jutted my chin and he turned his steely gaze in the direction I was nodding too.
I wouldn’t rather sleep on a bench at all but I wasn’t about to sell myself either. I hadn’t quite sunk that low.
“What are you talking about?” Realisation hit , I could tell the instant it dawned on him. His eyes darkened. Turning more grey then blue. “You think I am saying I want to f**k You?”
“You don’t?”
He shrugged “of course I do , I am a man and you are very beautiful but that’s not what I was saying at all Harper. I want to be more than friends and see where this goes.”
Nothing but silence. Even the hustle and bustle of the beach seemed to fade to nothingness. I was pretty sure my heart stopped beating.
“But I don’t want to rush you either , I just don’t want you to think I want to be JUST your friend. We can take things slow. I know you are all mixed up right now”
“So you won’t be expecting s*x as a p*****t?” I had to ask it, to make it clear in my own head at least.
“I don’t want any p*****t but you being safe. But the club house can be…” He scratched at his chin absently , suddenly lost in thought. “Rowdy , I don’t want you to judge me on what you might see there, ok?” He gave a fleeting smile, a smile I was sure had made more panties drop then I wanted to think about. “You know the club girls and that, they can be pretty full on sometimes. So just ignore them.”
“Yeah I noticed that last night.” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.
“You… you came last night?” He mumbled something under his breath.
“Yes I had a quick drink with Bat.”
“He should have called me, I would have come back for you.”
“I told him not to Jett, you seemed otherwise occupied.” I meant it to come out joking but instead I just sounded bitter. It was probably best if I stopped talking now.
“s**t Harper. You have to know nothing happened with that girl.”
“It’s not really any of my business Jett.” I tried to smile at him. So why did I want it to be my business? Why was jealousy twisting my insides up?
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