“Jasper Conner. Your attorney, Lauren Holden. Miss … when you’re ready to leave just come to the door. No touching. No pens. Don’t leave anything behind.”
The guard went the through the rules with her. Jasper, dressed in an orange jumpsuit with white thermal underneath, sat cuffed to a chair across from the wide metal table. Lauren entered the otherwise empty room, and took a seat. The door closed behind her.
“Hello, Jasper. I’m Lauren Holden.”
She smiled softly at him and studied his features. She couldn’t help it. While she wouldn’t admit it, she was instantly attracted to him. The buttons over the chest were open, revealing the tight white thermal underneath. The sleeves of the thermal were pushed up to reveal his tattooed, muscular forearms. Lauren found herself staring at them, wondering if he was tattooed all over. She shook her head free of her thoughts, and focused on his face, which may have been even more distracting than his tall, muscular build.
His face was beautiful. He had thick, dark, hair that was messy at the moment, as if he had been running his fingers through it all day. His eyes were a deep brown, hooded by thick lashes, the kind that any woman would envy. His jaw was sharp and covered in stubble. He hadn’t shaved yet, but the feature Lauren couldn’t take her eyes off most, was his lips. They were full and kissable, even when clearly angry. Right now, they were moving a mile a minute, but Lauren didn’t notice the words coming out of his mouth.
“Hello? Are you listening to me?” Jasper waved his hand in front of her face. “Have you been listening to a word I said?” His tone was rising.
Lauren shook herself out of her trance
“Oh yes … I’m sorry. You mentioned, on the phone this morning, that they found Lucas Jackson’s body.”
She hadn’t been listening to a word he said, but she picked up from her last recollection of their conversation, “Are you familiar with the area where they found his body?”
Jasper nodded.
“They found his body by the Triumph Tower Three. It’s a new building that’s going up by the other two.” He used his finger to draw an imaginary map on the table. “The Triumph construction site is here.” He marked a spot with an ‘x’. He continued, “The Bonds' club house is here …” He marked another spot across a wide span of the table. “The club house was the last place that Lucas was seen, with me and a few other Brass Bonds Brothers. The clubhouse is our turf. One of our guys owns it. It backs onto an open field. That field is adjacent to the Triumph construction site.”
Lauren listened, and processed the information he was giving her. She then asked, “You know the lay of the land, Jasper. That won’t look good.” She looked up at him.
“Your eyes are very green, and I know the lay of the land, because the club uses a backroad that crosses the field for deliveries. Once the construction is done, that road will be closed off. That creates problems for the club.”
He didn’t go into further details. He didn’t know who might be listening even though their conversation was protected under attorney-client privilege. Jasper watched Lauren process his words before asking, “Why didn’t Darla come? Why did she send you?”
Lauren had been taking a few notes based on what Jasper was telling her. She looked up and shrugged.
“Busy, I guess. She took me on to help with the workload. She’s still going to oversee the case.” Lauren then offered a soft, reassuring smile. “She just couldn’t be in two places at once, and wanted to make sure you spoke to someone today. She didn’t want to leave you feeling like you were … isolated.”
A moment of silence passed between the two of them, and Lauren felt herself blush as Jasper kept his eyes on her, during that moment of silence. He liked her. He didn’t want to like her, but now he found that he was the one staring at her.
“You’re very pretty, you know.”
Lauren cleared her throat and shifted in her seat a bit.
“Thank you. Let’s get back to the night you last saw Lucas Jackson.”
“Your hair has this pretty shine to it.”
Jasper licked his lips and leaned in as far as the restraints would allow him to go.
“I’m not trying to be forward, but you smell real pretty too.”
He smiled softly at her, and Lauren felt herself giggle nervously, like a school girl. Inside she was dying! What on earth was she doing, flirting with an alleged murderer? Plus she was engaged! Still she felt an instant attraction to Jasper, and the more she spoke with him, the gentler he seemed to be. Yes, he was tall, and looming, and muscular, and incredibly charming and sexy, but she noticed that he was also smart. He had this brilliance in his eyes, as if his mind was always working to solve a problem, which he was. He was trying to get himself out of prison! He just didn’t seem like a murderer to her.
“That’s really nice of you to say, Jasper.” She rolled her lips inward, pressing them together. “Now tell me about the night Lucas Jackson died.”
Jasper smiled to her and relented.
“He was at the bar, drinking and carrying on. The clubhouse is not a place Lucas Jackson would normally go. When he walked in, we were actually surprised that a wannabe politician would even be there, especially since he was the guy pushing for Triumph Tower Three to be built on that particular piece of land. Whitey Smith, the president of the Club, had words with Lucas about closing the road. Lucas claimed he was there that night to ‘break bread’ with Whitey. He didn’t want any bad blood with the MC. See … a lot of people think that the Brass Bonds MC is nothing more than a low-life biker gang. That’s not true. The gang’s ties go high up in this city.” He tapped the table, as if it marked his statement fact. Perhaps it was, perhaps it wasn’t. Lauren wasn’t sure she fully believed him, yet, but so far, she was getting the feeling this case was about much more than a biker fight gone wrong.
“Now here’s my predicament, Lauren.”
If Jasper could have taken her hand, he would have. He wanted to touch her. Maybe it was being without a woman for so long, and locked up in that tiny cell, or maybe it was something specifically about her, but he definitely wanted to touch her. He put his hands on the table, and splayed his fingers out, as if they had the possibility of grazing hers. They didn’t, but he tried, nonetheless.
“I didn’t kill Lucas Jackson, but I also can’t rat on a brother. So you and Darla need to be crafty enough to connect the dots and get me out of here, understand?” He flashed his deep chocolate eyes at her. “I’m trusting you, Lauren.” Then his voice went soft, almost seductive. “Can I trust you?”
Lauren was falling right into his spell.
“Yes. Jasper. You can trust me. I’m on your case now.”
For a moment, Lauren felt like a superhero, declaring how she would protect and serve him. If she could touch him, she would. She needed to touch him. She felt it was necessary, to assure him she was on his side. She looked over at the door to see if the guard was looking, then glanced at the overhead camera in the room. Casually, she placed her palms on the table and splayed her fingers like his. Slowly she let them inch closer toward his, until just the tips of their fingers grazed each other. An electricity passed between the two of them. That simple finger touch was as intimate as a kiss shared by their lips. Jasper’s eyes fell on where they were touching, and Lauren pulled her fingers back, not wanting to push her luck.
“I’m going to check out this road and Lucas’ connection to the Triumph Tower Three. I’ll come back later today, or tomorrow, to speak with you again.”
She rose from the chair, and the guard opened the door for her. As he escorted Lauren out, Georgie moved in to return Jasper to his cell.
“What do you think, Jas?” Georgie asked him quietly, as he brought him back to the 6 x 8.
“She’ll make a great little pawn, Georgie. You just get word to the guys to hold them off. Then, once I get out of here, I’m going to settle all open business.”
“Darla really knows what she’s doing.”
Georgie shut the cell door locking Jasper in, and moved on to his rounds.
*
The lights were out and the prison was quiet. Jasper lay there on his cot, deep in thought. He needed to get Lauren to expose the links between Lucas Jackson and the club. That would put the target on Lucas’s back for a bit, and buy Jasper some time to get out of jail. She was just some pawn he needed to use to his advantage. Darla’s little sacrifice to the cause. After all, Darla owed Jasper big time.
But now, in the quiet of the night, Jasper was thinking about Lauren in another way. She was sexy in a cute way. Her auburn hair looked soft to the touch, and she smelled like coconut and oranges. Jasper closed his eyes, remembering her face. His hands were resting on his bare chest, fingers laced together, as he began fantasizing about her …
“Hello, Jasper. I’m your lawyer, Lauren Holden.” Lauren slid her round ass in her tight skirt on the table of their meeting room. Jasper was still chained to the chair. She kicked off her stilettos and placed a bare foot on either side of his chair. Her legs were parted, the shadow of her skirt hiding her sex. Jasper tried to reach for her, but the cuffs were too short.
She slipped her fingers under the hem of her skirt and slid it up her supple thighs. He could now see she left her panties at home. Bracing her palms on the desk, she lifted her hips off the table. Her sex now within reach of his mouth. Her scent was intoxicating, making him grow harder with every breath. “Show me how much you need me, Jasper.”
Jasper slid his hand down into his pants. His fingers touched his hardened cock as he continued to fantasize about Lauren’s thighs, and what lies between them.
He pressed his lips to her slit and kissed it. A brief tease before sliding his tongue inside her, and tasting her. Her hair fell from her shoulders as she rocked her hips, her wet sex grinding against his lips, tongue, and chin … it drove Jasper crazy that he couldn’t touch her with his hands. He wanted to grab her, and pull her down onto his lap. He wanted to slide his thickness deep into her wetness, and feel her walls wrap tightly around his shaft. His desire grew to cause him to clamp his mouth over her folds hungrily.
He gripped his shaft and began to stroke himself, thinking about her, and while he couldn’t touch her in his fantasy, in his fantasy, Lauren knew exactly what to do …
The way his mouth moved against her made her want him more. Lauren released herself from his lips. They shined with her wetness on them. Then she reached down and opened his pants. Lauren shifted from the desk to his lap, letting him slip deep inside her wet cave. She wasted no time in riding him, her bad boy biker. While she rode him, she ripped open her blouse, buttons flying everywhere. Then she pulled her bra down under her heavy breasts, so he could take a nipple between his teeth.
Her breasts were much bigger in his fantasy than they had been in real life. Jasper quickly stroked himself to orgasm. He needed it. The stress and loneliness of being in this cell were straining him. His body bucked quietly as he came to climax, then he lay still. He stared at the ceiling, realizing he was about to wreck this innocent woman’s life, and he didn’t want to do it. He’d have to find another way to get what he needed, without involving Lauren Holden. Hopefully, it wasn’t too late to change the plan. He’d call Darla in the morning, and get word through Georgie once he started his shift.