God, the things he’d like to do with her mouth.
His c**k twitched. He groaned and took another long pull from the bottle of beer, hoping the icy drink would cool his libido before he had to head back to the hotel.
And sleep in the same room with her.
Where he’d hear her, shifting underneath her covers, where he could smell her, see her, be almost close enough to touch her. He really wanted to touch her. He wanted to do a hell of a lot more than touch her.
He wanted to f**k her.
And no way was he going to do that. Tomorrow, he and Jessie were going to have a talk, set some things straight. He didn’t know what kind of game she was playing with him, but it was going to stop.
They were on a mission, and there was no f**king on a mission. At least not each other. Or anyone else for that matter.
Fuck. He didn’t know what he was talking about. His brain was like scrambled eggs. He was supposed to be in charge here, figuring out strategy, studying Crush and his gang. Instead, he was hiding out in the corner of this dark cave of a bar, nursing a beer and avoiding one hell of a sexy woman because she was first and foremost on his mind.
Yeah, he and Jessie definitely needed to talk.
Tomorrow. It could wait until tomorrow.
He drained the beer and signaled the waitress for another.
FIVE
DIAZ’S TALK WITH JESSIE HAD YET TO MATERIALIZE. WHEN HE GOT back to the room last night, she was asleep, huddled under the covers, which suited him just fine. He undressed and climbed into his bed, promptly passing out. The next morning she was up and out of the room before he got out of bed.
Maybe she was angry at him. Good. If she decided to start avoiding him, it couldn’t work out better. He could concentrate on the job at hand, and not on fending her off.
Because a man only had so much control.
He found her downstairs having breakfast with Spence, who filled them in on Stephanie, the woman he’d hooked up with the night before. She was not only Rex’s ex-girlfriend, she was also Crush’s cousin. Figuring that Stephanie had an in with the Devil’s Skulls, Spence told them he decided to get close and hang tight with Stephanie, who was currently unattached and seemed to have taken a liking to him.
Not surprising. All women seemed to like Spence. Spence seemed to like all women. And if it worked for the mission, it was all good.
Over breakfast, Jessie barely spoke to him. She was civil, but not overly friendly. Avoided eye contact, scooted her chair away from his.
Yeah, she was pissed.
He should have been happy about it. Strangely, he wasn’t. He tried to joke with her but she grabbed her jacket, slung it on, and bumped her hips against Spence, teasing him about his latest conquest, ignoring Diaz as the two of them walked out the door toward the bikes.
Okay. That’s how it was going to be. And she bitched at him about how they were supposed to give the outward appearance of a couple? He rolled his eyes.
It didn’t take long for Crush to hook up with them as they wandered around the tents and exhibition areas of the rally. Jessie seemed really happy to see him, looping her arm into his and walking away with him, her platinum blond head tilted toward Crush’s dark one, whispering and laughing.
“What the f**k?” Diaz muttered.
“She’s doing a good job getting close to him,” Spence said. “He seems really taken with her.”
“He’s old enough to be her . . .”
Spence grinned. “He’s about your age, moron.”
“Fuck you.”
Spence laughed. “Jealous, huh?” Spence leaned back and studied Diaz. “This is a new side to you.”
“Do you really want to brawl with me out here, Spence?”
Spence arched a brow. “Do you really want me to kick your ass again?”
“Again? You were the one with the broken arm.”
“You needed stitches. That’s why you’re so ugly now.”
Diaz’s lips quirked. Leave it to Spence to shake him out of this mood. “The stitches were in the back of my head.”
“That’s why you have no f**king sense.”
Diaz laughed. “Smartass. Let’s go. I want to keep an eye on them.”
“You go. I see Stephanie. I’m going to do a little intel of my own.”
“Pussy is not intel, Spence.”
“That’s what you think. You’d be amazed what a woman will tell you when you’re giving her an orgasm.” Spence winked and moved off to catch up to the petite redhead waving in their direction.
Which left Diaz to follow along behind Jessie and Crush like a lost puppy, a position he didn’t like at all. Not that Jessie left him much choice since she stuck to Crush like glue while they wandered around the vendor tents, laughing and whispering to each other. She didn’t once turn around to see if he was behind her.
Which wasn’t how they were supposed to play this gig.
Yeah, they were going to have a talk, all right. About a lot of things, the least of which was her inability to follow orders. She could leave her personal feelings in the hotel room. If she was pissed at him for something, tough. This was an assignment. They were supposed to be a couple. She was doing a shitty job acting like part of one right now.
They turned a corner and Crush spotted him.
“Hey, Diaz. Jessie was just telling me about you.”
He caught up to them, acting surprised to see them. “Yeah? What was she saying?”
Jessie smiled, but it wasn’t a happy smile.
“She was telling me that you do your own work on bikes.”
He shrugged. “I’ve done some.”
“That’s not what she said. She said she’s seen you take one apart and build one from the ground up. That true?”
Diaz gave Jessie a frown. She continued to plaster on that fake smile.
“I guess. I just tinker.”
“Hey, if you ever need a job, our garage could use a guy like you.”
“Thanks for the offer. I’ll keep it in mind. Never know when I might need a job.”
What was that all about? And what else had Jessie been telling him? He needed to pull her away from Crush and have a chat with her about what she could and couldn’t say, though he thought she already knew the rules.
Unfortunately, she seemed to be glued to Crush’s hip today, because she saw something at another vendor tent and dragged Crush along to see. Crush gave Diaz a helpless look and followed. Diaz kept a watchful distance, fuming inside. He couldn’t exactly jerk Jessie away from Crush. Then again, wasn’t he supposed to be her . . . boyfriend or something? Shouldn’t he be jealous or possessive about her spending her time with Crush, hanging so close to him?