Chapter Fifteen
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Harper
”Kitten?” I cast a look behind me, expecting Jett to be cracking his signature cocky smile and was surprised to see his face set in hard lines.
Was I missing some kind of inside joke? It sure seemed like I was.
“Did you just call him a kitten?” The smile slid from my face at the sight of Jetta thunderous face. “He doesn’t look like a kitten to me.”
Slowly his ice blue eyes rose to mine, standing out in stark contrast against his fatal brows.
God he was was good looking.
But he definitely didn’t look like a kitten. More a predatory big cat. All lithe grace, beautiful but deadly.
He had a violence in him, just under the surface.
“He’s a young tom cat, so to me he will always be a kitten. Should have been his road name. Would have been if I had had my way.” Diablo laughed again, patting my hand that rested lightly in the crook of his arm. For such a big scary looking guy he seemed to like laughing.
A lot.
“I might have to call him kitten from now on.” I giggled. What was it about these men that put me so much at ease. When in reality I should be scared.
“I’ve heard if you want to make him purr you have to rub his belly.”
The image Diablos words sent through my brain made me choke on my own laughter. Jett liked having his belly rubbed? The thought was hysterical.
“A belly rub huh?” I reached for him without even thinking of it, my fingers tangling in his dark curls just above his ear. He meant into my hand, his eyes hooded.
“No not a belly rub.” His voice was dark, laced with a promise of something forbidden. Dangerous and exciting and my stomach did a flip flop and my heart sped up. “You wouldn’t need to rub my belly to make me purr Harper.”
Everything seemed to disappear , there was no one around but us.
“O…..K.” Diablos voice broke the spell with a chuckle. “If you two are quite finished making eyes at each other can we go and eat? I’m starved.”
Catching my hand before I could drop it he tugged me back away from his president and to his side. “I want you to walk in with me.”
He looked so serious I just nodded. “Ok , that’s fine. I.. Diablo just offered that’s all.” I gave him a quick smile. It was obvious I was missing something. But I had no idea what.
“I didn’t want to be rude.” My voice had dropped to a whisper as I fell into step beside him.
“Lots of my brothers are going to … offer…”He paused. “I…” He was running his free hand through his hair over and over again. As if he was nervous.
As if he was ….
“Jett’s jealous” Diablo smirked. “He wants you all to himself.”
Jealous.
Jett was jealous. It shouldn’t make me as happy as it did.
“I’m not sharing her, Harper isn’t a club girl.” There was a note of real anger in his voice that made me pause . What did he mean sharing me?
I wasn’t totally naïve . I knew what club girls did. Was that what his fellow members would expect from me?
“No one is going to touch her Jett.” There was an answering anger , a threat in Diablos hazel eyes. The sun shining over head made them seem almost amber coloured.
“No one will bother her at all. They have all been told.”
“Good ,” His fingers curled around mine, warm and dry and comforting. “Wha…”
“She’s in the room next to yours. I didn’t think you two would want to be too far apart”
Jett nodded. “Come on let me show you your room before everyone mobs you.” He tugged on my hand , the anger I had seen completely gone from his face as he pulled me through the front door and up the surprisingly wide stair case. Ignoring the Hubbard of voices that rose up from a door on the left.
There sounded like there was a lot of people in there. Both men and woman.
“This is the room I use.” He rapped his knuckles on the wood as we passed. “And this one will be yours” he pushed open the door to the next room down.
The room was small, plain. Nothing more than a bed , a dresser and a wardrobe. The walls were cream. The curtains and bed spread blue. Thread bare but everything looked clean.
I could still smell the cleaning products in the air.
“This room doesn’t have a bathroom, but if you don’t want to use the communal ones , I have a shitty shower in mine you can use. I’ll even stand guard.” His voice was joking as he closed the door behind us. “I’ll stand guard anytime you want me too.”
“Thank you” I reached up on my tiptoes , hands on his shoulders as I reached up to kiss his cheek. “Thank you for everything Jett.” I meant it to be a chaste kiss , a thank you kiss but somehow I missed his cheek altogether.
His lips were unbelievably soft.
“I…” Blushing I tried to step back but his arms snaked about my waist pulling me flush against him.
He brushed his lips over mine. And the sound that came out of his throat sounded oddly like a purr.
Maybe he should have been called kitten after all.
“s**t Harper I’m sorry.” He didn’t seen sorry though as his lips parted mine. His tongue tentatively tracing them. “I said I wouldn’t push this.” More kisses. Soft and gentle as if he was sipping on an exquisite wine.
He had said that, he had said we could do slow but I couldn’t be angry with him. Not when he was kissing me like he was.
In answer I tangled my hands in the dark hat that brushed his neck. My arms around his neck as I balanced on my tip toes to give him easier access to my mouth.
I liked him kissing me.
“Shit.” His hands pulled me closer to him, firm on the small of my back as I kissed him back.
This was such a bad idea. As much as I wanted to kiss him and he kissed by him I knew it wasn’t a good idea. It was a very dangerous idea. I couldn’t afford to fall for this guy.
“Jett, Harper.” Pounding on the door made me jump as Diablos voice thundered on the other side of the wood. “Will you two hurry up , everyone is waiting.” Another big booming laugh. “You can sneak your kisses another time Jett.”
I blushed. How had he known? Jett chuckled though not at all embarrassed. “We will be right there.”
He rested his chin against the top of my head for a second. “We should probably get down stairs before they break down the door to get a look at you.”
“Why is everyone so interested in me? I’m sure you bring girls back here all the time.”
“Not girls like you Harper.” He grinned. “And there’s another reason we should go down stairs.”
I raised my eyebrow at him. “There is?”
“Yeah if we stay here much longer I am going to kiss you again.”
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