CHAPTER NINETEEN
Aggie
The old sedan the club let me and Sienna use groans as I navigate through the late afternoon traffic, the steering wheel hot beneath my palms.
I can't help but smile despite how hot it is outside.
Today isn’t like every other day, it’s my birthday!
I’m officially nineteen years old today.
I’ve never really been one who’s been a fan of celebrating birthdays.
They never felt overly important, but something about this year makes me excited.
Maybe it’s because I’m in Nevada, starting my life, and I have an incredible man by my side.
"Any plans for tonight?" Sienna asks from the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the bustling streets outside.
"Plans?" I repeat, unsure what I should say. "Nah, I don't think so. It's just another Thursday, really."
My grip tightens on the steering wheel, feigning nonchalance.
I didn’t want to get my hopes up, that there would be some sort of party or something for me.
I really should’ve said if I wanted something done, honestly. It’s my own fault.
My birthday isn't something I've made a fuss about, not since I was little.
"Okay then, Miss Ordinary Day," Sienna teases, turning up the radio as a rock anthem blasts through the crackling speakers.
We both know it's more than that, but I appreciate her not pressing the issue.
With the wind whipping through our hair, I know the day is going to be amazing.
We pull into the clubhouse parking lot just as the sun starts to go down, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple.
The usual line of motorcycles are sitting out front, telling me it’s a full house in the club tonight.
I park the car in its usual spot, the engine ticking as it cools.
This beast is an old gal, but she’s still kicking.
Sienna unbuckles her seatbelt and stretches in her seat. "Come on, let's grab some grub. I'm starving."
"Food sounds like heaven right now," I agree, my stomach growling in response.
We reach the clubhouse doors, and I push them open without hesitation, ready to stuff my bloody face!
Only, when I step inside, the sight that greets me snatches my breath away.
Banners drape from the ceiling, balloons bob against the walls, and the entire place is transformed with festive decorations.
A chorus of shouts erupts as the members of the club appear, grinning and cheering.
In disbelief, my hand goes to my mouth, my eyes darting around the room, taking in the faces of those who've become family in their own rough-and-tumble way.
Jolt's deep voice rumbles through the clubhouse as he strides toward me, his arms open wide. "Happy Birthday, Baby!"
Shock still paints my features, but I manage a laugh, throwing myself into his embrace, the warmth of his body grounding me in the surprise of the moment.
I can’t believe my eyes right now.
"Did you really do all this?"
Jolt's eyes twinkle with mischief, "Surprised?" he asks, a smug satisfaction in his tone.
"Completely," I admit, my heart swelling until it feels too big for my chest.
This wasn't what I expected—not by a long shot.
Cobra's voice comes from out of nowhere. "Come on, birthday girl! Let's get our drink on!"
With all eyes on me, I let Jolt guide me over to the large bar area.
I look Cobra dead in the eyes, “I wasn’t gonna drink. Have classes first thing in the mornin’.”
On the other side of the bar is Siren, smiling like the Cheshire Cat.
Cobra chuckles deeply. “Come on, live a little!”
She leans forward against the counter, revealing her colorful dragon and Kraken tattoos that snake around her toned arms.
"C'mon Aggie," she drawls out my name in a way that makes everyone laugh.
"All right, fine, I give in! It is my birthday after all. Guess it’s okay if I go a little crazy tonight." I say, pulling away from Jolt, who gives a playful squeeze on my arm before letting me go.
Moving closer, I hop onto one of the tall stools.
As soon as I do, Siren picks up a bottle of Jameson whiskey.
With an expert flick of her wrist, she opens it and pours out three shots; one for Cobra, one for Jolt, and one for me.
As she hands them out, her lips curl into a wicked grin. "To our little Scottish firecracker!" she announces loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
There's a chorus of 'hear, hear!' and laughter bounces off the walls of the clubhouse.
I can't help but chuckle as I lift my glass.
"Ye all best remember," I begin as I glance at each of them in turn. "You lot are stuck with me now."
The laughter and banter continue as we clink our glasses together.
The warmth of the whiskey spreads like a wildfire through my chest, leaving a trail of heat that sets my nerves alight.
I slam the shot glass down on the counter and shake my head, chasing away the sting.
Cobra bellows. "Another round!"
Siren doesn't hesitate, pouring the amber liquid, and I have no doubt in my mind I’m about to get plastered tonight.
"Here's to not rememberin' a thing in the mornin'!" Cobra declares, and we all knock back our shots, the fiery liquid now a welcome burn in my throat.
Laughter fills the room again, mixing with the rock anthems blaring from the Bluetooth speakers.
"Let's get some games goin'!" someone yells from the crowd, and before long, we're in the thick of it. A deck of cards appears, and a round of poker starts up at one of the tables.
The stakes are low, but the competition is fierce.
I play my hand with confident smirks and the occasional bluff.
Honestly, I’m having a great time fucking with the lot of them.
Siren jokes at my growing pile of chips. "Damn, Aggie, you sure you didn't grow up in a casino?"
"Nah, just got some birthday luck," I reply, sending her a wink that sparks another round of laughter.
As the game winds down, the mood shifts.
The music slows to sultry rhythms, and couples start pairing off for slow dances.
Sienna nudges me forward, and I find myself swaying gently in Jolt's arms, his hand warm and steady on my lower back.
"I hope you’re having a very happy birthday, Ghost," he murmurs, his breath warm on my neck.
The sensation sends shivers down my spine, and I tilt my head back to meet his gaze.
"Best birthday yet," I admit, a genuine smile playing on my lips.
The soft glow of the clubhouse lights casts a golden hue over everything, turning the moment into something almost magical.
"Only gets better from here," he assures me, and I actually believe him.
The slow dance becomes less about the rhythm and more about the connection, our bodies moving together instinctively.
My heart flutters as his fingers trace the curve of my waist, pulling me closer.
"Look at them go!" Cobra calls out, his voice teasing but affectionate.
I glance over to see him dancing with Izzy, their movements more suggestive than ours, a playful challenge in their eyes.
Jolt whispers, his lips hovering near mine. "Seems like we've got some competition."
"Let them have their fun," I reply, smiling slyly. "We've got our own kind of celebration."
Around us, the atmosphere thickens, each couple lost in their own world.
After a while, it feels particularly stuffy and I need some air.
"Jolt," I say, my voice barely above the music, "let's take this outside."
He grins, "Lead the way, birthday girl."
Hand in hand, we slip away from the crowd out into the night.
The cool night air hits us, but it does nothing to calm the heat that radiates between us both.
"Aggie," he growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me as we round the corner of the building.
"Shh," I whisper against his lips, silencing any words with a fierce kiss.
My fingers find the hem of his t-shirt, slipping underneath to trace the warm skin of his waist.
His tattoos feel like braille under my touch, each line a story I’m desperate to read over and over.
Jolt's hands are just as eager, skimming down my back to cup my backside, pulling me into him.
His erection presses against me, hard and insistent, and I gasp into his mouth.
There's an urgency in our movements, a roughness spurred on by liquor and raw need.
"Fuck, Aggie..." His hands fumble with the button on my jeans, and I help him, yanking the fabric down along with my underwear in one swift motion.
The cool air brushes against my bare skin, sending shivers up my spine that have nothing to do with the temperature.
My back presses against the rough exterior of the clubhouse, the stucco scraping slightly against my skin.
But any discomfort is lost in the sensation of Jolt's body pressed against mine, his dark green eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that could set fire to the very air around us.
"Need you now," I pant, accent thick as ever.
"Got you, baby," he murmurs, and then he's lifting me up with his powerful arms.
My legs wrap instinctively around his hips, and I can feel the head of his cock nudging at my entrance.
"Jolt—"
He thrusts into me in one smooth motion that steals my breath away.
We’re frantic, the kind of sloppy, desperate sex that speaks of too much alcohol and not enough forethought—but it's perfect.
His pace relentless, each thrust pushing a moan from my lips, as he hits spots deep within me that leave my vision speckled with stars.
"God, yes," I cry out, clinging to him, my fingernails digging into the muscle of his shoulders.
"Aggie..." Jolt grunts, his voice strained with effort.
I look down to see his tribal tattoos flexing with each movement, a mesmerizing dance of ink on skin.
"Harder," I demand, egged on by the fierceness in his gaze.
He gives me exactly what I want, his grip tightening as he pounds into me, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh mingling with our ragged breaths.
The world narrows to this moment, to the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure, to the feeling of being utterly consumed by someone who matches your passion so completely.
"Jack," I say, using his real name.
I find myself using his birth name more frequently lately.
The pressure builds inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I'm teetering on the edge.
And then, with a few more primal thrusts from him, I'm tumbling over, crying out his name as waves of ecstasy crash over me.
Jolt follows soon after, his body tensing as he buries himself deep within me, his release hot and pulsing.
He collapses against me, both of us slick with sweat and spent from how hard we were going.
For a moment, we're still, nothing but the sound of our heavy breathing and the distant echo of music from the party.
I let my head fall back against the wall, eyes closed as I savor the lingering aftershocks of pleasure coursing through me.
"Best birthday ever," I manage to say, and Jolt chuckles, his breath tickling my neck.
"Only the best for my girl," he replies, kissing me softly.
We slowly disentangle ourselves, pulling clothes back into place with unsteady hands.
Jolt fastens my jeans for me and zips my fly. “Wanna head back in there, or cuddle up and watch some TV?”
He damn well knows what I want to do. “Now, what do you think?”
Jolt throws his arm around my shoulders, “Let’s get back to the trailer, birthday girl.”