Page 3 of Dirty Like Jude
“Club business. You know I’ve gottago.”
He leaned in to kiss me, a quick, sloppy kiss, then left me there, naked on the bed. His gaze dragged over me one last time as he yanked on his ratty T-shirt and scrubbed a hand through his shaggy blond hair. He shrugged on his black leather Sinners cut and grabbed his phone. “Later, ’kay?” Then he left the room, still fighting his erection into his jeans as hewent.
I flipped my middle finger at the patch on the back of his cut, the big one underneath the one that said SINNERS MC: the silhouette of a naked woman straddling a motorcycle, backwards, back arched and boobs thrust out. That bitch had fucked with my sex life more times than I cared tocount.
I heard Taze leave my place and I sighed. Really, what good was a boyfriend when the one thing this particular one was good at, he wasn't availablefor?
I considered finishing myself off, obviously, but the mood was kinda ruined. Instead I checked my own phone, which had also buzzed while we were fucking. Yes, I’d been thinking about another man, fetishistically, while we’d fucked, but at least I didn’t check my phone while Taze’s dick was insideme.
I’d missed a call fromJessa.
I got up and headed into the bathroom to start the shower, dialing her back. I put the phone on the counter on speaker and stepped in under the water while it rang. Andrang.
While I waited for Jessa to answer, I ducked my head under the hot water and let it lash down on me, waking me up. Washing away Taze’s touch andsmell.
Wishing it was someone else’s touch, someone else’s smell that lingered on myskin.
Jesus.Mylife.
Sex with Taze—my entire relationship with Taze, for that matter—wassupposedto help me forget about my dark horse. Yet somehow every time I was with Taze, all I could think about was JudeGrayson.
“Roni.” Jessa finally picked up. “How areyou?”
“Fantastic,” I said, really heaping on the sarcasm. She would know it was sarcasm. Ever since we were teenagers, Jessa and I had answered one another’sHow are you?with pretty much the opposite of how we were actually feeling. “You?”
“Stupendous. Do you have time to swing by thismorning?”
Yeah. I had a little time. For Jessa, I’d make time. Especially since she’d just had a baby—two weeks ago—and had way less time for me ingeneral.
As long as Jude wasn’t gonna bethere.
One unnerving, lust-charged confrontation with him while pressed up against baby Nick’s crib was enough forme.
“What’s up overthere?”
“Just hanging with Nicky. Brody’s gone towork.”
Perfect. If Brody wasn’t home, the likelihood of running into Jude at Jessa’s place was pretty damnnil.
“I really need to talk to you,” she added. “As soon aspossible.”
Which gave me pause. Jessa never “needed” to talk tome.
“I’ll be over as soon as I can,” I told her. “Withcoffee.”
Chapter Two
Jude
Maggie once askedme why I rarely wrote anything down. I told her,Old habits diehard.
Maggie was young at the time. She was new to the Dirty team, eager, smart, but innocent. When she asked me what I meant by that, I told her my older brother had taught me not to write things down and the lesson had stuck. I also told her he was teaching me to steal cars at thetime.
She never askedagain.
Maggie was a quick study like that. You never had to tell her shittwice.
As I stared at the text message on my phone, I realized I was gonna have to make myself a little clearer to one of the newest members of ourteam.
