Wild Wind: A Chaos Novella (Chaos #6.6)(45)

Everyone was watching Archie walk to him, the duster floating behind her, one of those smiles on her face that was just that hint shy of smug (rather than her full-on smug one), which Jagger found a total turn-on (then again, he found the full-on one the same).

And the eleven men in that garage did too.

“Hey, boyfriend,” she called when she was ten feet away.

At her words, he felt he’d grown a foot taller.

“Hey, baby,” he replied, moving to her.

He made it and she curled the fingers of both hands in his tee and pulled him down, doing this only to make him touch his mouth to hers.

She pulled her head away but did not release his tee.

“I want lunch with my guy,” she declared.

He grinned at her and replied, “I’m at your service.”

She smiled up at him.

They heard a throat cleared.

Archie unfurled her fingers, so Jag moved to her side to claim her, tossing an arm around her shoulders.

She caught him through the back beltloop of his jeans.

And as they positioned, they saw Joker, Shy and Dog standing in a line.

Shy and Dog were assessing Archie.

Joker was staring at Jag.

“Well?” he prompted.

Swallowing his chuckle, Jag launched in. “Arch, these are my brothers, Joker, Shy and Dog. Men, this is my girl, Archie Harmon.”

Her response was to him.

“You totally lied about them all being ugly. Like…totally.”

He heard chuckles, ignored them and replied, “Thanks for outing me like that, baby.”

She smiled up at him and that one was full-on smug.

She then turned her attention back to his brothers.

Shy came forward first, hand raised. “Yo, Archie.”

She took his hand, squeezed, and then got much the same from Dog and Joke.

“I’m going to lunch,” Jagger announced when Joker stepped back.

“I could do lunch,” Shy said.

Shit.

“Feelin’ peckish myself,” Dog stated.

Great.

“Been jonesin’ for a po’boy at Lincoln’s,” Joker put in.

Fantastic.

“Perfect,” Dog declared and looked right at Jag. “Meet you two there.”

Before Jagger could say a word, the men sauntered away.

Jag and Archie shifted to watch them go.

“Guess we’re eating lunch with your boys,” Archie observed.

“We don’t have to meet them and can go wherever we want,” Jagger told her.

“I love Lincoln’s jambalaya,” she replied, sharing in her way that she not only didn’t mind, she wanted to hang with his brothers.

And he wanted her to get to know his brothers.

“Then Lincoln’s it is,” he said.

They started toward his bike and Arch did what Jag had learned she liked to do. As they walked, she angled her body so she was tucked under his arm, close to him and brushing against him as they went.

If she could have it, she was maximum contact all the time and she somehow pulled that off without seeming clingy and needy.

He was one with this, because if she wasn’t maximum contact, he would be.

These were his thoughts when his phone went with a text.

Not losing touch with Archie, he pulled it out, read the text and quickly clicked the phone off, shoving it back in his rear jeans pocket.

Archie couldn’t miss this, but she didn’t say anything.

The text was from his ma.

Am I going to see you soon?

It was the Thursday after his first weekend with Archie.

He’d been blowing his mother off.

Just like he’d done to Tack, canceling the meeting he’d set with his brother and finding another space to be in when Tack looked like he was coming into Jag’s.

He was telling himself this was about being with Archie, something he was as much as he could be, when he wasn’t at the garage and she at the store.

They’d torn the lid off, not only with sex—and they fucked all the time—but with everything.

In the last three days, he’d spent a good bit of time out on her fire escape, and they’d played a lot of pool at his pad.

He’s also eaten her for lunch in her office the day before.

And she’d met him at his place for a mid-afternoon blowjob the day before that.

It was not lost on him this uber-togetherness was what Dutch and Georgie did (in the beginning…and now).

It was also not lost on him this was what Hound and his ma did (ditto with beginning and now).

Last, it wasn’t lost on him that this was what he’d heard his dad and mom did.

He didn’t think about this either.

He thought about Archie. Getting to know Archie. Doing things to Archie and letting her do things to him.

The rest, he’d think about when it was time to think about it.

Or not at all.





“So cute. And bruh, so cool of you,” Archie said to Dog as she handed Dog’s phone back to him after looking at pictures of Dog’s kids, all three of whom were fostered, before Dog and Sheila adopted them.

Arch looked between his girl and his brothers.

This lunch had been a surprise, and not the part of it where Archie showed out of the blue and his brothers horned in, determined to get to know her.