Jace is a nomad.
An outlaw biker who likes to work alone.
A killer when he needs to be.
He calls no place home, and no woman owns his heart.
(Jace was first introduced in His Possession. He also appeared in Ruthless) More
"You don't belong here." There was no f**king way I was going to watch a repeat of her and Puck grinding against each other on the dance floor.
"What?" she half-laughed, half-gasped.
"You heard me," I growled. "You don't know what you're doing, messing around with these men. They aren't known for saying no to something they want."
She huffed out a laugh. "What are you talking about?" Her tone revealed that she really had no idea. "We were only going to dance."
Her innocence only made me angrier. "Yeah, I saw your first f**king dance with Puck. You think a man gives you an orgasm and he's not looking to get inside your pants?"
She gasped sharply. "I don’t know, Jace. You tell me. I watched you give that woman an orgasm, is that what you're after?"
It wasn't often someone dared to use my own words against me. I had to give Luna credit for not backing down and acting like the proverbial damsel in distress. She was standing her ground and not afraid to say it like it is. It was dark, but thanks to the dim light over the door I could make out her expression, which was growing angrier by the second. It almost made me smile.
"You forget I got off, too," I said crudely.
Silence followed, and I wondered what she was thinking. It didn't take her long to find her voice.
"Right. Then I'd better go back inside and take care of that." She went to grab for the door knob. "I'm sure Puck will appreciate it."
"The hell you will," I snarled, reaching for her. I pulled her away from the door, gripping her roughly around her upper arm.
She pulled away with a sound of anger. "What is your problem, Jace? Why should it bother you what I do with another man? It didn't bother me while you and that woman were humping each other's brains out."
I thought about the telling look on her face when she'd been watching me with CC, the disappointment and hurt. I'd got off a lot of times letting a woman grind against me, but that hadn't been my proudest moment because I'd done it with something else in mind. I'd purposely set out to hurt Luna, and teach her a lesson. That attraction for men like me meant one thing and one thing only. I called her bullshit.
"Liar!" I whispered sharply down into her face. For a minute we just stood there, staring at each other in the darkness, listening to each other breathe. I swear I saw the glistening of tears fill her eyes. "We're not good men, Luna. You come on to one of these men, let him expect something more, and he'll take it whether you want to give it up or not. That's their f**king world. Luckily Puck's a little more understanding than most. But if that had been me you were rubbing up on, I would have taken you out back and f**ked you up against the wall." It was true. F**k, I wanted to do it now and take care of the itch I'd had for her since looking into her warm honey eyes that first day.
"So, what, this is a warning, Jace? You're the good guy looking out for the innocent, unsuspecting woman?"
"No, baby, I'm not a good guy. I'm worse than any man in there, and you'd do well to stay the f**k away from me."
She yanked her arm away from me and crossed her arms. "I'm twenty-eight years old, Jace, old enough to make my own decisions, and mistakes if I want to. That's how most people learn," she threw at me in a single breath. "So what makes you think I can't take care of myself?"
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