Jackal

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Chapter One

Josie

2 years, 5 months ago

I managed to get past the Prospect at the gate, which may have had something to do with my extremely low-cut shirt and some massive flirting, and pulled my car to a stop in front of the Dixie Reapers clubhouse. Another Prospect was manning the door, which was a little odd, but I wasn’t going to let a little thing like six feet of muscle stand in my way. After all, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. I stepped up onto the porch and gave him my best smile, the kind that usually brought men to their knees. I knew men found me attractive, and I wasn’t above using it to my advantage. Men had been checking me out since I was fourteen, which eww, but I’d learned to turn it against them.

I’m here to see my brother, I said sweetly.

Sorry, doll. Members only tonight.

My brother is a fucking Dixie Reaper and you aren’t going to let me in? I asked, stomping my boot-shod foot. My temper was spiking. I had to get in there! If I didn’t talk to Tank tonight, then I was seriously screwed, and not in a pleasant way.

He shrugged.

I was about to argue my way through the door when something distracted him just long enough for me to rush past him. The door slammed into the wall as I ran through it, drawing everyone’s attention my way. Just what I wanted. I tossed my hair over my shoulder like I didn’t have a care in the world, and started to saunter forward, my boots clicking on the floor. I might have added a little extra sway to my hips.

I’m sorry, Tank. I tried to stop her, the Prospect from outside said as he loomed behind me and reached for my arm.

Don’t you fucking touch me! I said, snapping my teeth at him.

The Prospect jumped back, jerking his hand away from me. Asshole. What the fuck was wrong with guys? Like it was okay to just manhandle a woman. Bad enough they’d eye you like a piece of candy and you just knew they were undressing you with their eyes, but touching was a no-no unless I said it was okay.

Tank groaned and met me in the middle of the room. What the fuck are you doing here, Josephine?

It’s Josie, I said. I’d only told him that about a million and one times, and he still didn’t get it. Josephine was the name of some prissy princess type, and that so wasn’t me. I was high-heeled boots, black leather, and a good dose of sass all the way. I hate that fucking name and you damn well know it.

"Fine. What the fuck are you doing here, Josie?" Tank asked.

Mom has gone too damn far this time. Either you do something, or I won’t be held responsible for my actions. And she had gone really fucking far. I was beyond livid, but I didn’t know where to turn except to my big brother. Well, half-brother, but he was still the only family I had outside of Mom. That I knew of. Dad was such a horndog, it wouldn’t surprise me if we didn’t have siblings in every damn state. Maybe even a few other countries.

You know your whore mother doesn’t listen to a fucking thing I say, Tank said. You’re nineteen, Josie. Move the fuck out.

And go where? I mean seriously. Did he expect money to just magically appear? I’d tried the college thing, but it wasn’t for me. I wasn’t about to tell anyone I’d been stalked and attacked on campus. Mom would make it all my fault, and Tank would likely beat the fucker into the ground. Then big brother would be in jail. Now that I’d refused to go back… No, I wasn’t going to think about that because big brother was going to fix it. At least he fucking better.

Tank shrugged.

I screeched and stomped my foot before marching over to the bar. The Prospect handing out drinks stared at me wide-eyed, not that I was surprised. I was acting like a fucking brat and I knew it, but dammit. I was seriously losing my shit over this mess. My life had become so fucked up in a very short time, and I didn’t see any way out of it. I didn’t have anywhere else to go, and I refused to listen to my mother this time. She’d ruled my life long enough. I was going to take a stand. I just preferred not to take that stand and end up living in a cardboard box behind the diner. I might not be a prissy princess, but I also knew I didn’t have the skills to survive on the streets. Just the thought of not being able to wash my hair every day was enough to give me hives. Okay, so maybe I was a little bit of a prissy princess.

Whiskey, I snapped at the Prospect.

You’re underage, Tank said.

Since when do you obey the law? I sneered. Please. As if my big, badass biker brother gave a shit about what was legal or not. I’d be willing to bet every penny in his account came from illegal dealings. Not that I’d ever asked, and I never would. I didn’t give a shit what he did, as long as he stayed alive and out of jail.

Tank tossed his hands into the air and turned away from me. Someone else can deal with this shit.

I could feel someone moving closer to me, but I was a little more interested in staring down the Prospect who still hadn’t given me my fucking whiskey. I glared, and he glared right back. Little did he realize, I could do this shit all night, and I was not leaving until I’d had a drink or five. No way I was dealing with my fucked-up life stone-cold sober. If I had to go home to the she-beast known as Mom, I was going to need some liquid courage. Even that wouldn’t likely be enough to face the fate she had in store for me. Just the thought of it made me want to puke.

Give. Me. The. God. Damn. Whiskey.

You’re under --

I growled and bared my teeth at him. You’re about two fucking seconds older than me and I know you’re all up in here whoring and drinking your ass off every night. Don’t you lecture me, you fucking prick.

I heard a chuckle to my left and turned my head in that direction, but the baleful glare I was going to blast the guy with fizzled and died when I got a good look at him. He was quite a bit older than me, probably close to my brother’s age, but God was he sexy as hell. His chocolate eyes just pulled me in and promised all sorts of wicked delights. My gaze strayed down his chest, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips. The material clung to him, showing off very well-defined pecs that I wouldn’t mind exploring. The patch on his cut said he was part of Devil’s Boneyard, an MC I hadn’t heard of before now. But if he was here on Dixie Reapers property, then he must be okay.

Jackal, he said, holding out a hand.

Josie.

So I heard. He smirked. So, do you really want a drink? Because there are other, much more entertaining ways to blow off steam.

Oh, are there? I asked, playing along. I didn’t whore around, but no one would believe me if I told them that. I dressed to kill, but I’d taken my own virginity with a vibrator when I’d turned sixteen. No way I was leaving something like that up to a fumbling guy who didn’t know fuck all about pleasing a girl. Since then, I hadn’t seen the reason to get overly dirty. But this guy… Yeah, I could see myself getting all hot and sweaty with him.

He reached over and trailed a finger down my bare arm, making me shiver in the most delicious way. I bet I could keep you entertained for hours. Maybe days.

Days? My gaze dropped to his lap and the rather impressive cock straining against his jeans before flicking back up to his face. You seem awfully sure of yourself.

Oh, baby, you have no idea. He winked and I couldn’t help but smile.

I’d often had fun flirting with Tank’s brothers, but there was something about this guy that made me want to do much, much more. For the first time in my life, I was tempted to take a true walk on the wild side. He seemed like the type of guy who could make a woman forget her name, claw up his back, and beg for more. If I was going to let some guy fuck me, he was definitely at the top of the list of possibilities. He had this sexy smirk that made my panties damp, and the way he ran his hand through his hair had me wanting to lean just a little closer. And those tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves! Oh yeah, I wanted to explore those with my tongue.

Maybe you should convince me, I said.

I thought you’d never ask. His eyes blazed as he reached for my hand, tugging me off the barstool and leading me out the front door.

I didn’t know where we were going, and right then, I didn’t much care. As long as I wasn’t heading home, I was all right with any destination, especially if Mr. Tall Dark and Sexy was leading the way.

We stopped at a Harley that made me want to drool, it was that goddamn beautiful. He swung his leg over the seat, then held out his hand. I climbed on behind him, my body fitting against his like we were two pieces of a puzzle. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held on as he pulled out of the lot and headed for the front gate. The Prospect on duty let us through, and Jackal opened up the bike on the highway, flying down the road and taking us farther and farther away from my small Alabama town.

I didn’t know how long we’d been riding, but he pulled over after a while and stopped at a motel. He gave me a wink as he headed inside the front lobby and returned a few minutes later with a key in his hand. Jackal got back on the bike and drove to the last room. Butterflies were rioting in my stomach as I got off the bike and followed him inside. Jackal flipped on the lamp by the door and I took a moment to look around.

The room wasn’t much, but there was a queen bed and the room seemed to be clean. He shrugged out of his cut and draped it over the dresser. His gaze latched onto mine as he pulled his shirt over his head, and I’m pretty sure I started drooling. The guy was seriously ripped and covered in ink. My favorite type. My fingers twitched as I fought the urge to reach for him, to explore every inch of his sexy as fuck body. Jackal pulled off his boots and socks, then reached for his belt and my stomach clenched as I anxiously waited to see what he was hiding under there.

He stripped out of his jeans, and my eyes went wide at how fucking perfect he was. His cock was already hard and had pre-cum pearling on the tip. I’d never seen that many cocks, even though I’d blown a boyfriend or two. But out of the ones I had seen, his was by far the best. Long and thick, and I shivered as I thought about how wonderful he’d feel inside of me.

You’re a bit overdressed, baby, he said, moving toward me.

I let him help me out of my clothes, my nipples already hard and aching for his attention. He cupped my breasts through my lacy bra, then leaned down and nipped at the hard tips. My hand curled into his hair, pressing him closer and wanting more. He licked, sucked, and bit my nipples through my bra, and a fire started burning inside of me. My panties were soaked and I knew my jeans were quickly getting that way too.

He cupped my