Discord by Michelle Frost

Author:Michelle Frost [Frost, Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-24T04:00:00+00:00

3

Fuck, but JJ played dirty. Cleave had been hard the entire drive to the Lowell estate where JJ’s band was playing. Not only from that kiss, but having the warmth of JJ’s body pressed all along his back and hips as the Harley cruised farther out of town. Despite being able to feel JJ all around him, he was still afraid he was dreaming. The first time he’d gotten on a motorcycle, he’d been eighteen and the bike had been Axel’s. He didn’t know it then, but throwing his leg over that Harley—and eventually becoming a Heretic—would not only save, but completely change his life. In some ways for the better and some, like losing touch with JJ, for the worse—he could still remember turning onto the open road for the first time and wishing for the weight of JJ behind him.

Now, he had that. JJ’s arms were wrapped snug around his waist, hands clasped over his stomach. Reaching down, he rested one of his hands over JJ’s, smiling to himself when JJ started to stroke the inside of his wrist. According to the directions JJ had given him, they should be arriving soon. The Harley glided around a curve in the road and a huge house, set back from the road on a lush, manicured lawn came into view. A black, wrought iron fence surrounded the property, and two security guards stood to either side of the long driveway’s gate.

Cleave slowed down and turned in, pulling to a stop when one of the security guys raised his hand.

“Cleave,” Mace said, looking him over before his eyes moved back to JJ. “Didn’t think you were working tonight.” Mace and Riot were decked out in the club’s security business’s gear—black tactical pants, combat boots, black t-shirt with security across the back, and black ball cap with the same.

Cleave’s stomach clenched. He hadn’t wanted to poke his nose in and ask questions about a job he wouldn’t be on, but he’d hoped that JJ’s gig and the Heretic’s job weren’t one and the same. “I’m not.” He tilted his head back toward JJ. “JJ’s band is playing here tonight.”

Mace lifted an eyebrow. “In that case, you have an invitation?”

JJ let go of his waist to reach into one of his pockets to produce a folded white envelope. Mace took it from his outstretched hand and after inspecting the contents, handed it back and nodded at Riot to open the gate. “You boys don’t have too much fun, now,” he called as Cleave started the bike and drove them up to the house.

“Weren’t those Iron Heretic guys?” JJ asked over Cleave’s shoulder.

Cleave glanced back as they made their way down the drive. “Yep.” Once they parked, Cleave offered JJ his hand to help him off the bike.

“Did you know they’d be here?”

“I knew we had a job this weekend, but I didn’t know it was here.”

“Is it going to be a problem?” JJ stepped close, looking up at Cleave while he ran his fingers through his hair to re-order it from the bike ride.

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