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Chapter 03: Jealous
Ipswich, Massachusetts

Her first day had been somewhat eventful. She had tossed Caleb a few flirty looks behind Blondie's back, which he returned with a grin. She couldn't believe how easily she had gotten under his skin.

She had to commend Chase for his work; she had noticed that at least one, if not all, of the Sons of Ipswich were in her classes. She knew things were going her way when she could feel all four sets of eyes at her, at any given time.

She was leaving class when she walked past the two youngest members. The blonde leaned against his locker as he took her in. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her; he loved the way her skirt flirted around her tanned thighs, the way she had her white oxford shirt unbuttoned, and her red tie loosened around her neck. There was something sexy that he found about the way she pulled her outfit together.

His friend's attention had been elsewhere until he caught sight of her. She tossed the youngest a wink before sauntering out of the front doors.

Pursing her lips, she surveyed the parking lot. She hadn't seen the long haired Son since the second to last class of the day. She knew he was going to be a bit harder to work; because he had been with his girlfriend for years.

But it was only a matter of time.

She saw him in the parking lot, picking up a helmet to a bright yellow motorcycle. She smiled to herself and headed over to him. She stopped and ran a hand over the windshield, looking up at him.

"Ducati 749…" She beamed up at him. "Nice ride," She grinned squinting slightly at the unusual sunshine. "Seven hundred-forty-eight cc's…" She shook her head. "Amazing,"

"Impressive…" He grinned at her. "You know your stuff…"

She smiled at him, "I grew up around bikes," Another lie, just another piece of information that Chase fed to her, one that she had looked in to.

"Very nice," He slipped his helmet on.

"Maybe you could take me for a ride sometime?" She asked with a sly grin, a double meaning in place.

Pogue looked at her, he wanted to mentally kick himself when he fumbled on his words, and even more so for the idiotic response that came out of his mouth, "Uh-yeah… sure…"

"Great, see you around," She smiled, giving him a small wave before she climbed in to her car and drove the short distance to the dorms.

She took out the key Chase had given her and she opened the door that coincided with the number on her key ring. When she opened the door she was shocked to see the room was full of things. A new lap top, a stereo, a TV, clothes and everything she needed.

A small grin danced on her lips as she walked over to the close that housed a new wardrobe.

"I told you I'd take care of you, didn't I?" His voice sent chills down her spine and she smirked turning around.

"You never cease to amaze me Chase," She grinned as he shut the door with his foot. "And should you be here?" She questioned. "You're not afraid they're going to see you?" She asked.

"Not in the slightest…" He shrugged. "Only Reid and Tyler stay in the dorms, and they're only there to sleep…" He laid down on her bed. "So, what's your report for today?"

"I flirted a bit with Caleb… impressed Pogue with my Ducati knowledge…" She sat down next to him. "All in all, a pretty decent day…"

Chase sat up and smirked at her, "That's my girl," He pushed her hair over her shoulders.

"It's Penelope, isn't it?" A suave voice came from behind her. Penelope turned around and came face to face with the Blonde Wonder of the Sons of Ipswich.

She smiled at him, "It is…" She crossed her arms over her chest. "Reid, am I correct?" She asked looking him up and down.

"That you are," He leaned against the locker beside her. "So, what do you say I take you out tonight, show you around town?" He questioned.

Penelope thought about it for a second and leaned in closer to him, "I'd say…" She trailed off her eyes never leaving his. "Pick me up at 7?" she asked.

"It'd be my pleasure…" He grinned.

"See you then, Blondie…" She gave him a small wave before sauntering down the hall.

She turned the corner and rolled her eyes, but stopped when she saw the long haired son getting bitched at by his dark haired girlfriend. Things seemed to be getting heated when she stormed off in another direction.

She walked over to him slowly, she let her hand reach out to touch his arm, "You ok?" She asked carefully, her voice showing concern.

His hazel eyes turned on her, "Yeah… you saw that?" He asked hoisting his thumb towards her retreating figure.

"I think half of the hallway did, but yeah…" Her tone showed a hint of playfulness as she nodded.

"She's just pissed at me," He shrugged.

"Sorry to hear that," Penelope gave him a small smirk. "I'm Penelope, by the way… I don't think we've been formally introduced."

"Pogue Parry, nice to meet you Penelope…"

"Just call me Pen," She winked up at him. "So, about that ride you promised me…" She looked up at him with an expecting grin.

Pogue's lips curved slightly upward, "I don't know if that would be such a great idea," He mused.

"C'mon… just as friends…" She stated tugging on his arm.

He looked down at her, those blue eyes begging him to take her; he gave in as a small pout appeared on her plump lips, "Alright, you wanna skip third?"

"I couldn't think of anything I'd rather be doing…" She grinned.

Pogue walked out towards the parking lot, Penelope hot on his heels. She followed him out and he offered her his spare helmet, which she graciously accepted. He climbed on to the bike, and helped her on behind him.

"Just hang on tight," He told her as he started the massive bike underneath them.

Penelope pressed her chest flush against his back, letting her arms encircle his lean waist, her hands holding on tightly to an amazingly taut abdomen. She felt her breath get caught in her chest as they took off.

Wow, she thought. There was nothing sexier than riding on the back of a sports bike holding on to a long haired rebel. It was like one of those sappy romance novels her mother used to read; riding off in to the sunset with her hunk, and all that jazz.

"Having fun?" He glanced back to look at her.

"You have no idea," She stated, the vibration between her legs, the feeling of his incredible body under her fingers. Her mind raced about all the things she could possibly do to him.

He laughed and kicked the speed up a notch as they whirled around the old Colony roads. Most of the city she hadn't ever seen before. She smiled as he stopped abruptly, as if something startled him.

"You ok?" She pulled off the helmet as he rested his feet down on the ground. He pulled his off too; her lips were right by his ear.

"Yeah, I just thought I saw something in the road, that's all…" He gave her a reassuring grin and she smirked.

"So, Pogue… how fast does this thing go?" She asked never releasing her hold on his middle.

"Faster than most things on two wheels…" He grinned back at her.

"Mind showing me?" She pressed her lips together.

"It'd be my pleasure…" He stated putting his helmet back on, she followed his lead, and as she reclaimed his body as hers for their ride, he took off down the winding road that lead back to the Dells.

Reid fell out of Tyler's truck and the brunette glanced over at him, "Do you know where Pogue disappeared to this morning?"

"Haven't a clue," The blonde responded. "All I know is I have a date with that pretty new thing…" He slapped his hands together in triumph.

"You didn't waste anytime…" Tyler's voice was laced with bitterness as he shot a look over at his best friend.

"Do I sense a hint of jealousy in your tone, Tyler Simms?" The blonde mocked as he walked up the steps of Spenser's dorms.

Just as Tyler was about to respond the sound of a motorcycle, caught their attention, a yellow Ducati 749 pulled up in front of them. The two noticed the bike and the driver, it was Pogue. But the person on the back of his bike was definitely not Kate.

"Is that who I think it is?" Reid's mouth fell upon as the helmet came off and dark chocolate colored hair spilled out over a pair of exposed shoulders. "What the fuck?" He whispered loudly.

Tyler smirked up at his best friend and slapped him on the shoulder, "I guess I'm not the only one that's jealous…"

Muahahaha, I love Tyler's last line... I don't know why... but I could just see him saying it. Anywho, REVIEW, please...