Deny: A Dark, Erotic Motorcycle Club Romance by Jade Chandler

Author:Jade Chandler [Chandler, Jade]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2016-11-30T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Jericho

I lay on the floor and tried to catch my breath. She was beautiful, powerful and had flown at me full of rage. So sexy I’d almost come when the first kick hit my cheek. A warrior determined to win back her honor she’d been hell-bent on her mission. I needed her ferocity beside me. I valued loyalty, but it was that fighting instinct that had drawn me to my two best friends—Marr had the same instinct. She would be mine.

“Marr, I’ll do anything, just say you’ll be my old lady.” I met her cat eyes, showing her how much I wanted her. “You’re fucking impressive, strong, and with a temper to match mine. I fucking want you in my bed, leading by my side.”

She gulped in air and stared back.

“I’ll cut your dick off if you cheat on me.” She poked me in the chest.

“You can try.” I smirked before I turned serious. A woman like her deserved my best. “But I won’t do that. I swear on the Brotherhood I’ll be faithful to you.”

The words made my skin crawl but I’d do my best to make sure I kept my word. Or more accurately, made sure Dare helped me keep my word. The motherfucker loved slapping me around if I got out of line.

“I’ll cut any bitch who even puckers lips in your direction.” She brought me back to the moment. The moment where she agreed to be mine while lying atop me.

“So warned.” I liked her rages, they were hotter than hell.

“I’m serious.”

“And I’ll kill the bastard who touches you.” That was not a lie. Ren should already be dead, but if anyone ever hurt her, I’d burn down the world for retribution.

“I won’t fuck anyone else either.” She winked at me before kissing my lips.

But I pulled away, laughing. “No, you won’t.”

“Fine.” She blew out a breath. “I’ll be your old lady.”

My chest clenched tight and Layla’s bloated face flashed in my mind. No, I’d been young and dumb, I’d protect my woman, nothing would happen to Marr. Besides it’s not like I loved her. This was about the Brotherhood. Layla had been about me.

I sat up with Marr on my lap. “About damn time.” I claimed her with my kiss—possessive, hot and full of emotion. Shit, I needed some damn distance.

I ended the kiss and examined her cut cheek. “Let’s go stitch you up.”

“It’s fine.” She waved away my words.

“No, Marr, it isn’t. Let’s go, I’ll take you on my bike.” I stood and reached a hand down to her.

She opened my mouth to argue, but closed it. “Fine. Let me get dressed.”

That one action left me hope, maybe she’d be reasonable, at least some of the time. We spent three hours at the ER to get her stitched up. After the ER marathon, we hit a fast food joint and then headed back to her place, but it was the early hours of the morning before we slept.

My phone buzzed, my alarm going off.

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