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.
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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Excerpt
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.
Meet Jordan
I'm just a girl standing in front of you and asking you to
love her.
heh (I might watch too many Rom Com's)
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