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to ride these bikes,” he grinned.
    “I’ve got a bathing suit, if you need it,” Meredith offered, having overheard the conversation.
    “Sure, that would be great.”
    “And you need to take a pain pill,” Tyler encouraged.
    “I hate those things. They make me sleepy.”
    “That’s what you need, my brother. Yeah, this was fun and all, but you’ve probably set yourself back a few days. Go and enjoy yourself. We’ll keep everybody away.”
    Jagger sighed. “Too bad we won’t be enjoying ourselves too much.”

Chapter Fifteen

    J agger lay in the hot tub, his head thrown back as he sighed. This was heavenly.
    “You comfortable?” Bianca asked, a smile on her face.
    “This is the best I’ve felt in days.”
    A thought occurred to her. “Why didn’t you use this when you first came home?”
    He shrugged. “I was feeling sorry for myself. Pissed off that it had happened and embarrassed really. You don’t like to admit to other members of the club that you’ve laid your bike down.”
    “Stupid macho pride?” she finished for him.
    “Pretty much.”
    He held his arms out to her. “Why don’t you come over here and sit next to me?”
    “Don’t think you’re going to get fresh with me, Jagger Stone. You’re hurt.”
    She had no idea how much he wished he could do the things he wanted to do with her. Say the feelings that bubbled up in his throat every time he saw her. He just knew that he would scare her away, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.
    “I’m not going to. I just want to feel you next to me.”
    When he said things like that it threw her off. His tongue really was silver, and she was helpless against it. She swam over to his side and sat next to him, stretching out on the seat that allowed one to lie down in the warm water. She put her feet and legs in Jagger’s lap and almost purred as he stroked the bare skin there.
    “Your skin is so smooth,” he whispered.
    “You can thank Meredith for that. She gave me a razor and shaving cream along with the bikini.”
    He had to laugh at how blunt she was. If he was honest at all, he loved that about her. She closed her eyes as he continued stroking her leg. He made a complete circuit from her foot to her thigh, and then back again. The calloused roughness on the tips of his fingers spoke of how often he played guitar and the hard work he did at the shop.
    Jagger wondered just how far he could go with this, how much she’d allow him to have of her. Deciding to push his luck on the next pass, he went a little further up on her thigh. She didn’t say anything, but her breath hitched and he could see her nipples harden against the bikini top she wore. The next pass, he went so high his finger slipped under the material of the bottoms and he held his hand there for a moment, letting her get used to it.
    “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his voice rough.
    “No,” she breathed.
    The need in her voice was almost his undoing. It would be worth it to hurt himself – he rationalized – to just feel pleasure with her. But he wanted to do this for her. Wanted to prove to her that he wasn’t selfish and did put her needs in front of his.
    “You’ll tell me if this isn’t okay?”
    “This is way more than okay,” she assured him. She was achy and needy as he again slipped his finger underneath the material there and began a light stroke against the bare flesh that greeted him.
    The warmth that he felt there went straight to his groin and he moved deeper into the water to offer himself some relief against the tightening of his shorts. He moaned loudly when she brought her own hands up to cup her breasts.
    “This feels so good,” she told him, massaging them and undulating against the pressure of his hand at her core.
    The warmth and wetness of her was more than just the hot tub, and there was a part of him that wanted to beat his chest, knowing that he had brought her to that state. “What do you want, baby?” he asked, his voice