Devil May Care (The Grizzly MC Book 12) by Jenika Snow Read Free Book Online

every pore on his body, and made him feel like being with her was right, good. It was crazy as fuck, and not something he’d ever thought he’d experience. But he was rolling with it because he didn’t want it to end. 
    He opened his mouth, not sure what he’d say, but before he could speak a word the sound of the back door opening and closing again came through. Looking over his shoulder he saw a goth looking girl come out with Brinx, the man that ran the fights. The goth girl turned and said something to Brinx, but Jakob was more attuned to the human female that kept him captivated.
    “What’s your name?” He looked at his female. My female ? Shaking his head, he waited for her to answer. Of course Jakob would find her again, because he wasn’t about to let this go.
    She didn’t answer for a second, but she finally licked her lips and said, “Saya.”
    Saya.
    He rolled her name around in his head over and over again, loving the way it made him feel, the rush it gave him. She was gorgeous, fucking hot, but it wasn’t just her looks and curvy as fuck body that had him going. No, she could handle herself, something he found immensely attractive. He could tell she was levelheaded, knew what she wanted in life, but was also a little standoffish. He sensed this wall, nothing major, but still in place that kept him fully back.
    Had she been hurt in the past?
    That thought had him feeling rage and protection again.
    “I’m Jakob.”
    She nodded slowly. “I know. I heard that other Patch say it.”
    Patch?
    Did she know about the Grizzlies, or was it more personal? Someone not affiliated with an MC wouldn’t necessarily know their lingo, but she’d said it fluidly and smoothly, like she’d lived it, been around it.
    And you got that all from her uttering that one word.
    “You okay, Saya?” The female voice behind Jakob had him closing his mouth and straightening. He turned and saw the goth girl moving up beside him, eyeing him up and down, and then standing beside Saya.
    “I’m good,” Saya said, and the smile she gave him had every part of him tensing in that good way.
    “I better go,” she said this time, and the goth girl moved over to the driver’s side door. Once it was just the two of them again Saya smiled gently.
    He wanted to take her scent into his lungs, breathe in every part of her until he knew everything about her. He’d be able to find her by smell alone, but he wanted more than that.
    “I’m sorry I just left like that. I didn’t know what in the hell to say.” She turned and opened the passenger side door, and looked over her shoulder at him. “Nice fight, by the way.”
    “Saya,” he said her name, stopping her from getting in the car. “Next time you don’t have to run.”
    She smiled again and nodded, and he didn’t stop her from getting in. He’d see her again, that was a fucking guarantee.
     

Chapter Six
     
    Havoc was in the corner of the room, a club whore grinding her bare pussy on his crotch, shaking her ass, her tits swinging. Jakob grabbed his beer and took a pull from the bottle, not sure why he was even watching the scene, but definitely not giving a shit. All he could think about was Saya.
    Saya.
    Yeah, even saying her name got him stiff.
    “Come on, Daddy, let me feel that big cock of yours getting hard,” said Precious, the club whore trying to get a rise—literally and figuratively—out of Havoc. She was looking over her shoulder at him, her hands on her tits, and was twerking like a motherfucker on the Patch. But all Havoc did was lean back in the chair, grab the bottle of whiskey, drink three gulps before setting it back down, and then slap her ass.
    She squealed and grinned, started grinding herself even more firmly on him, and that’s when Jakob turned away from the scene. He’d been hard for Saya, but just looking at Precious going to work on Havoc had Jakob’s cock nearly turning in on itself.
    Not a pretty fucking thing at all.
    Jakob got up and