I manage to see Jenna most nights for the next couple of weeks. It’s not like I plan it that way. It just sort of happens. Whenever she’s in my arms, she’s all I can think about. And whenever I’m away from her, all I can think about is seeing her again.

Usually, I come over to her place at night. Most of the time it’s after Noah’s gone to bed, but sometimes when I get there he’s still up, all fed and bathed and in his pajamas. I’ve never paid a hell of a lot of attention to little kids, but I gotta say that Noah’s a pistol. Smart as a damn whip, too. He’s already reading, even though he’s not even in kindergarten yet. Jenna told me he just figured it out one day. I guess she was reading a book to him and he interrupted her and started sounding the words out himself. He even brought me one of his little books one night and read it to me out loud, sitting next to me on Jenna’s old worn-out couch with his stuffed monkey beside him. He’s always asking questions about how things work, and he’s got this damn quirky sense of humor, too. He cracks me up, which is pretty damn amazing in a four year-old. It’s weird — in some ways, the kid really reminds me of me.

In normal circumstances, I would have run as fast as I could away from a chick with a kid. Hell, the last thing I need is some woman looking for a daddy figure in her rug rat’s life. But Jenna’s not like that. At all. She’s not forcing Noah on me. Just the opposite, in fact. Which is why I’m surprised to realize I’m actually enjoying spending time with him.

Being with Jenna has this weird… thing about it. This weird quality. It’s like, every time I’m with her, it feels familiar and new at the same time. It’s exciting as hell — and Jesus Christ, the sex is scorching hot — but it’s also sort of more there than with other women I’ve been with. It’s like every time I kiss her or touch her, I get to have the memory of how it felt the first time — plus all the years in between when I would think about her in odd moments and feel this little pull and twinge of regret — plus now when she’s older and hotter and holy shit amazing at sex. A few days ago she gave me a blow job, and when I came I thought my brain was gonna blow out the back of my head.

It’s sort of like I’ve been missing her this whole time and didn’t even know it, until she showed up.

And the thought of her eventually packing up again and moving on makes something constrict painfully in my throat.

Things start to fall into a sort of routine with us. A nice one, though. Jenna takes Noah to Jewel’s place every day to be babysat, and I see her at night, when we’re both away from the clubhouse. Of course, I see her during the day, too, when she’s working at the bar. But we’re keeping whatever this is private for now, especially because Angel will probably lose his shit if he finds out about us.

The sneaking around thing is kind of fun at first, but it gets old really fucking fast.

One afternoon, I’m at the clubhouse while Jenna’s working. I’d kept her up pretty damn late the night before, and even though she looks a little tired, she’s goddamn beautiful and sexy as hell. I’m having a hard time not going behind the bar and pulling her against my cock, which I’m fighting to keep under control. I settle for shooting her the occasional dirty glance, smiling to myself when she blushes and starts to squirm.

I nonchalantly wander over just as she’s serving Gunner a drink. He’s ordered his typical, a Jack and coke spiked with vodka. Jenna sets the glass in front of him and then turns to me saucily, the hint of a blush flushing her cheeks.

“What’ll you have?” she asks me saucily, her eyes daring me to say something dirty.

“Hey, what is this?” Gunner complains. “This ain’t vodka, it’s gin!”

“Shit! Sorry,” Jenna stammers. She takes the glass from him and pours it out. “I guess I’m just a little distracted today.”

“No worries, darlin’,” Gunner replies, giving her a grin and a wink. “You can pay me back later.”

“You wish,” Jenna shoots back easily. I’ll give it to her, she can definitely hold her own around these animals.

Jenna redoes Gunner’s drink and hands it to him. He moves away, and I lean closer and murmur, “I’ll have a tall glass of Jenna Abbott.”

Jenna looks away and smothers a smile. “Stop it! You’re being too distracting. It’s your fault I messed up Gunner’s drink in the first place.”

“Oh, sure, blame it on me.”

“It’s true!” She lowers her voice. “I can’t get last night out of my head with you staring at me like that. You make me feel naked.”

“Your mouth to God’s ears,” I mutter. “When do you get off, anyway? So I can get you off.”

“Filthy,” she says.

“You know it.”

A couple of the other brothers come up and ask for bottles of beer. “Hey, sweet stuff,” Hawk drawls, “How’d you like to join me later for a little extra-curricular activity?”

“Sorry, Hawk. I’ve got to pick up my son.” She stresses the word for good measure.

“Rain check, then,” he says, undeterred. He stares off into space, a lecherous gleam in his eye. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like with a MILF.”

A couple of the other brothers murmur their approval, and one makes a rude noise.

Easy laughter bubbles up from Jenna’s throat. “Same as with anyone else,” she says. “Just with more sleep deprivation.”

Jenna gets a lot of this kind of ribbing from the brothers while she’s working. It’s mostly good natured — after all, she is the VP’s sister — but every single one of them would fuck her in a heartbeat, I know. Jenna takes it in stride, but after a while it starts to piss me the hell off that she has to flirt with the rest of those assholes just to make tips. She’s not doing a damn thing wrong, but I find myself wanting to stand up and beat my fucking chest or something for dominance. Yell out to everyone in the bar, “Hands off, goddamnit. Jenna’s mine. Mine.”

I’ve never really had anything resembling a relationship with a woman before. The most you could say is that I’ve fucked a few more than once. But I’ve never been one for half-measures. No one else is going to have Jenna Abbott. Because she’s mine. Body and soul. Jenna belongs to me. The words resound in my mind, persistent as a heartbeat. The club might not know it yet, but they will. And I’m gonna make sure Jenna knows it, as well.