All Chapters of His Biker Girl, Her Biker Prince.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

JAXSON.When we walked back into the VIP lounge, the music was still loud. Tessa walked ahead of me, her steps a little uneven, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol. The others were already drunk and laughing over something that probably wasn’t funny.As soon as they saw us, Nova pointed at us with a grin. “Where did you two disappear to?”Cole leaned forward, smirking. “Don’t ask stupid questions. They probably went to make out.”The whole group burst out laughing. I just shook my head and dropped into the seat beside Tessa.“Real mature,” I muttered.Ryder lifted a brow, holding a glass in his hand. “You two missed the last round of shots.”“Good,” I said, but Nova was already waving the bartender over.“Come on, Jaxson,” she said, slurring slightly. “It’s a celebration. Don’t be boring.”I looked at Tessa. She was smiling at me like she was challenging me. I sighed. “Fine. One shot.”The glasses were lined up in seconds, the table filled with bottles and empty cups. Cole counted dow

JAXSON.I was still sitting at the table, staring at the empty seat Tessa had just left, when Cole walked in from the hallway. His face looked serious, different from his usual lazy grin.“Dad wants to see you,” he said.I looked up. “Now?”He nodded once. “Yeah. Study.”I sighed and pushed my chair back. Ryder was already gone, so that meant he was probably there too. The way everyone had acted when Tessa mentioned her father’s name hadn’t left my mind. There was something there, something they all knew and weren’t saying.I followed Cole through the hall, past the living room. When we reached the study, the door was already half-open. Ryder stood by the window with his arms crossed, and my father was seated behind his desk, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. The air in the room felt heavy, like there was something I was walking into that I wasn’t ready for.Cole closed the door behind us. Nobody spoke for a few seconds. My father didn’t look at me right away, he was sta

TESSA.“Is that a yes?” Jaxson’s voice came low, his eyes fixed on mine like he already knew the answer.I turned around, pretending like I hadn’t heard him. “No,” I said flatly, already walking off.“Then what was that?” he asked, his tone laced with that teasing edge he always used when he wanted to get under my skin.“It was nothing,” I muttered, not slowing down.But before I could make it past the hallway, a hand caught mine. I barely had time to breathe before he spun me around and pressed me against the wall. The sound of footsteps and whispers filled the space. Students walking by slowed down, some stopping outright to stare.My heart jumped against my ribs. “What are you doing?” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.His eyes didn’t move from mine. He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in, closing the distance until I could feel his breath brush against my skin. Then he kissed me.It wasn’t soft or careful. It was rough, like he’d been holding back for too long. His hand gri

JAXSONI lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I didn’t break the kiss. Her hands were tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, kissing me like she needed it as much as I did.I set her down on the chair, our lips still locked, breathing hard. My forehead rested against hers for a second, and my fingers brushed along her chin. That’s when she saw my knuckles, split open and bleeding. She caught my hand gently, her brows furrowed.“What happened? You’re bleeding.”“I’m fine,” I muttered, leaning in to kiss her again. My hands slid up her thighs, tracing her skin. I didn’t want to think about anything else, just her. Her breath, her warmth, the way she made me forget. But I couldn’t. Not completely. No matter how hard I tried, Cole’s words kept echoing in my head. My father caused her father’s death.The guilt twisted inside me, dark and heavy, but I kissed her harder, desperate, rough, and hungry. She unbuckled my belt, pulling my pants down, her eyes never leaving mine.

TESSAI sat on the couch, staring at the door Jaxson had just walked out of. It had been minutes, maybe longer—but my body still hadn’t moved. The silence in the apartment felt heavy, the kind that presses down on you until you can’t think straight. The last few seconds replayed in my head over and over. His voice. The look in his eyes. The way his tone snapped when he spoke to me.Jaxson had never raised his voice at me before. I rubbed my hands together, trying to shake off the feeling that something was off. He wasn't just angry, he looked… lost. Like his head was somewhere else entirely. His knuckles were bruised too, and I couldn’t get that image out of my mind. The blood. The tension in his jaw. The way he left without arguing, that wasn't the Jaxson I knew. Jaxson would have stayed no matter how many times I told him to leave. But he just left like that.My phone was sitting beside me. I picked it up, staring at his name on the screen. My thumb hovered over the call button. I