Four
Jasper “Jester” Kent
I’ve spent the last three days driving and dealing with Eric the asshole. Before we could drop him off we had to make sure he made it through the night. After the beating Rock gave him, we had to make sure he didn’t die. Nothing better than nursing a woman beater back to decent. Once we felt comfortable he’d make it on his own, we drove him to a suburb outside of Chicago and left him in his car covered in cheap liquor. We warned him things would end a lot different if he spoke a word of what happened to the cops.
We drove straight through back to Meadville, PA. We didn’t even go home before checking in at Spanky’s first to check on her. Our Holly. The first thing I see when I enter is Tyler going off on my treasure. Who the fuck does he think he is to talk to her that way? No, she’s not wearing a patch, but I’ll be rectifying it real quick.
Between Quinn and I, I’m the laid back one. But when I walked in and saw Tyler treating her that way, something inside me broke. I had no right to tell him he had to get out of the bar. So, when Pres backed me up the deep respect I had for the man went up another notch.
“I’ll take out the trash Pres. Just give me the sign.”
“Tyler get the fuck out of my bar and keep your mouth shut if you know what’s good for you. You don’t want an escort from Jester here.” When Tyler nods sharply, I pull him up from the bar and push him in the direction of the exit. He grunts, but stumbles his way there. As soon as he’s out the door, I walk up to Holly who is now sitting on a barstool with Quinn glued to her back.
“How are you doing Doll?”
She shrugs. “I’m fine. I had it handled.”
“I know you did. I couldn’t sit by and watch as he treated you that way though.” I reach up and trace the apple of her cheek with my thumb. Our eyes connect, and I swear to all that is holy she’s trapped me in her spell. A spell I have no intention of ever breaking.
“How much longer do you have to work Precious?” Quinn asks.
She bites her lip and stares up at Quinn like he’s hung the moon. Not gonna lie, watching her look at him that way stings. I’ve never been jealous of him before and I don’t like the feeling. Makes sense that the woman I see having my babies, looks at my best friend that way. We’ve been sharing women for so long I should expect this, want it, but now that it’s happening I don’t know if I do anymore.
“You sure you’re good to finish out the night?” I question.
She nods and gives me the smile this time. Fuck yeah.
“I’m scheduled to work until eleven.” she looks at her watch and then looks back at Quinn and then me. “About another hour or so.”
“We’ll have a seat at the booth over there.” I point to the closest empty booth to the bar.
“Do you want me to bring you something to drink? Are you hungry?” She asks.
“We’re starved, but not for anything Spanky’s has on the menu.”
Her brows draw together, and she tilts her head. I burst out laughing and surprisingly, Quinn laughs with me.
“Me?” She shouts finally getting what I’m saying.
We both laugh as do a few of our brothers around us. Quinn glares at them and they go back to what they were drinking.
“Precious, we’ll take a pitcher of Yuengling. We don’t want any food.” He kisses the side of her head and then walks off to our booth. She looks to me and I can’t help myself.
Crowding her against the bar, I steal a kiss on her lips. She’s warm and soft and tastes like something fruity. Just as I’m about to pull back she leans in and what the hell. I spread my fingers around her neck, holding her firm, licking the seam of her mouth. When she opens for me I delve in, tasting Holly for the first time. Fuck, she’s delicious. She tastes like mine.
I pull away from her, placing a soft kiss on her lips and she moans.
“See you in a few minutes Doll.” I walk away before I do something stupid like pull her in the back to my room I have here. When I get to the table and sit, I look over to see her still sitting there with a dazed expression on her face, touching her fingers to the lips I just ravished.
“What the hell was that?”
“I couldn’t help myself.” I smile at my best friend and he rolls his eyes at me.
“What are we doing here Jasp.?”
“What do you mean? I’ll take the front and you take the back. We haven’t talked about positions in a long time you fuck.”
“You sure you want to do this? It’s been a while-”
“Holly is different. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on her. The more I find out the more I’m sure I need to make her mine, permanently.”
“What about me? How do you see me fitting into this? I’m not fighting you for her, and I’m not giving her up. We’ve never shared more than a night. Is that something you’re going to want to do?”
Before I can answer him, Holly arrives with two frosty mugs and a full pitcher.
“Here you go, boys. I can pour your beer Quinn, you don’t have to-” She tries to grab the pitcher out of Quinn’s hand, but he refuses and pours our beers for us as she watches with a cute frown on her face.
“Go get your shit done Precious. We’ll be here when you finish.”
“What does that mean?”
“Exactly what he said, Holly. You don’t think we’ll let you go home on your own after tonight, do you?”
“No, I guess not.”
When she’s gone, checking on other tables, Quinn leans in.
“We need to talk about this.” He says, pointing between him and I.
He might need to, but I’m not ready to go there. “Let it be Quinn. Maybe she is what was missing.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, the sting of shame hits me. He sits back and says nothing, watching Holly do her thing. The tick in his jaw is the only thing that lets me know what I said got to him. Fuck!