Chapter Nine
The intense heat from Jake’s touch stayed branded into my skin for the rest of the night. Even after the crowd began to thin out around four in the morning, my mind kept replaying the way his large hand had gripped my waist behind the bar. I was completely undone, my thoughts a messy, chaotic tangle of fear and a dangerous, growing hunger I couldn't control.
By the next evening, the high of that stolen moment came crashing down, replaced by a cold, bitter reality.
The weekend crowd at the Iron Reapers clubhouse was always unpredictable, but tonight, the atmosphere felt different. The music was lower, a slow, heavy blues-rock track that echoed off the dark wood walls. The bar was filled with patched members lounging on the leather couches, but my attention was locked entirel
