I feel sparks of awareness flash over my body and look across the parking lot. Cowboy-biker now has his shades on, so I can’t really see if his eyes are still on me, but he’s staring straight at me and my mouth goes dry. I am at war with myself. I want his attention, but at the same time I don’t. He screams danger. He chooses that moment to smile. It’s a good smile. It’s a sexy smile. I hate it. I shake it off and turn back to Nicole.
I’ve apparently missed their whole conversation because by the time I snap out of the trance the cowboy put me in, the other guy is tapping the hood and walking away.
“Be seeing you soon,” he calls, but Nic drowns him out by cranking our music back up.
The music tenses me up again. I can’t handle it right now…I need to give the pills more time to work their magic. I have it down to a science—relaxation in t-minus ten minutes.
“Who the hell was that?” I ask Nic when we get on the road, turning the music back down.
“I have no idea. Thought he was sexy, but he seemed to be getting his jollies off messing with me while his buddies laughed.”
I don’t say anything, because I didn’t see it that way at all, but she’d be better off if she stayed away from him.
Chapter 2
Crusher
It’s been a hell of a day. There are no other words for it. We’ve been traveling non-stop back from Alabama, after checking on a shipment that was fucked up. We hadn’t got control over it when it was stolen, but the fact that it was reported and intercepted at all, reflects badly on our club. It is unacceptable and Dragon is fit to be tied. I don’t blame him. Hell, as his VP, a lot of the blame is on my shoulders as well. I’m pretty fucking sure we have a narc somewhere in our group, whether from a hanger-on, prospect, or fuck, even a member, I don’t know. Something is going to have to be done and done soon though. That much is clear. The only bright spot of my day so far, is seeing that fuck-me brunette with killer legs, a flawless face, and dark haunted eyes that call to me. I can tell they are haunted and they remind me of a girl from long ago…a girl I can’t ever let go of. All of that combined with those damn shoes she had on, makes me want to slam her against a wall, and fuck her hard enough that I can feel those damn heels dig into my ass with every thrust.
She has a body made for sin and I have the raging cock stand to prove it. Fuck. It’s been a good ten minutes since she shot my ass down, and I’m still hard. I tried to watch as Dragon hit on the brunette’s friend and it was probably an enjoyable show, but I couldn’t tell you. I was too busy looking at the hot little piece of ass who’s making my dick ache.
Apparently the blonde had the same effect on my brother, because instead of heading straight home to the club, we’re following the two women to a house the club rents. We pull in the driveway behind them. Shit! The place looks bad. Irish is in charge of renting it and having it looked after. Apparently, he dropped the ball. I can tell by the look on Dragon’s face he’s not happy. It’s probably a good thing Irish is working at the club and didn’t go with us to Alabama. There’s enough tension between those two lately.
“Nice place, Twinkie,” I hear Dragon say and watch as he climbs off his bike and makes his way to the women. I follow suit a little behind him. I notice Gunner and Freak do the same.
My attention goes to the brunette, who doesn’t bother to hide her laughter at the way my brother and her girl are going at it. She’s got on designer sunglasses and her nails are perfectly done. She’s high maintenance and probably a bitch. She’s everything I should stay away from, but I keep remembering her words to me at the gas station when I asked her name. Today, I’m not even sure. In that moment she looked so haunted…so sad. She reminded me of Melly and it hurt. It hurt like a motherfucker. I drag my attention away from the babe’s lips and listen to the blonde yell when Dragon picks her up.
“Wait! What on earth are you doing?”
“Mama, those things on your feet are cute as hell, but they aren’t going to protect you from snakes.”
It’s an enjoyable exchange until I hear other laughter, deeper laughter. The brunette’s voice is deeper and huskier. It reminds me of an old country song and an aged glass of bourbon. Something that burns going down, but settles in your gut and warms you. I watch as she climbs on Freak’s back and he hauls her to the porch of the rental.
I don’t get jealous. Fuck, I have never been jealous a day in my life. Yet, in that moment, when I see Freak’s tattooed fingers wrap around the brunette’s tanned, silky-smooth, legs, I feel it. I feel it deep and I want to deck my brother for touching her. I shake my head because that is stupid. I don’t know the bitch and she sure didn’t warm up to me like she seems to have with Freak. I need to forget her. Maybe Dragon will strike out with the blonde and I can bury myself in her. Fire…I need someone with fire. I stomp back to my bike, mad at the little brunette with the fucking sexy legs. I have a feeling her fire might burn me for a long damn time.