“Fine.” Jade lets out a long sigh, raising her hands in defeat. “But you owe me a bottle of top-shelf bourbon for keeping me trapped in luxury."
"Put it on the club tab," Locke says.
“You know I will."
He checks his phone clock, then reaches for his heavy leather cut hanging over the back of a dining room chair. He slips it on over his Henley, the heavy, patch-covered leather settling over his broad shoulders, instantly transforming him back into the intimidating, lethal MC member.
He steps back up to me, pulling me into his arms. I wrap my arms tight around his waist, burying my face into his chest for a quiet second, drawing in the heat of his skin and the rich smell of his leather. He cups the back of my head, tilting my face up before bringing his mouth down to mine in a deep, thor
