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I’ve been here enough times to know that most of the patrons are men, a handful of which are accompanied by a woman, and I guess it could be kind of intimidating for a woman walking in here on her own. But I’m not any woman. My gaze drifts back to Ace’s. “First of all, I didn’t make that offer to anyone but you and your buddy here. And second, I can handle myself.”
Romeo laughs darkly. “I bet you can, Fireblade.”
Colby places my drink on the bar, and I offer him an abrupt nod of thanks. Ace’s eyes narrow as he goes on staring at me.
Romeo takes a lock of my hair and curls it between his thumb and pointer finger. “And what if we don’t ask nicely?”
I lean forward enough that my body is only inches from his. “Why don’t you try it and find out?”
Romeo clicks his tongue against his teeth, and I hear a distinctive clink of metal. That will be a nice bonus for a job well done. But it’s Ace’s dark eyes, smoldering with something so carnal that my core clenches with desire, that hold my attention. I have to fight to keep my cool as the tension between the three of us grows more sexually charged with each passing second. My pulse spikes, humming against the pressure points throughout my body. I need to stay focused, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun first, right? And it’s been so long since I had the kind of fun these two might offer me. There’s something about them that tells me they know all the right ways to please a woman. I squeeze my thighs together and wait for a response, hoping I haven’t come on too strong.
My fears are allayed when the two men share a knowing look. Ace slides off his stool and crowds me against the bar. Goosebumps prickle along my forearms, but I hold his gaze, refusing to show any sign of weakness. Then he leans closer, his breath dusting over my cheek. “How about you come back to our place and show us just how well you ride, sweetheart?”
Picking up my drink, I down the whiskey and Coke in one gulp. I’ve never needed liquid courage before, but I have a feeling Ace and Romeo are going to be a whole lot to handle. And with that thought, a long-forgotten surge of excitement rushes through me.
Chapter
Four
ROMEO
My cock twitches as I follow the juicy ass encased in skintight denim out of the bar. Ace catches my eye and grins, and I smirk right back. I admire a woman who can come out and say what she wants, and this woman is a fucking firecracker. She might just be fierce enough to handle us both at once, and fuck me, but the thought of that has me harder than an iron bar.
My gut tells me she’s danger with a capital D, but I’ve never been one to shy away from a challenge. She’s not wearing a wedding ring, so at least she doesn’t offer that kind of danger. Not that her being married would stop us, but I like to know ahead of time if I’m going to be a pawn in some woman’s game to make her cheating husband pay. Could be a cheating boyfriend though. Truth is, we know fuck all about her. But the more important truth is that she’s hotter than the fiery pits of hell, and I don’t give a damn about anything other than getting her back to our place and fucking her until she can’t walk.
She stops beside a yellow Honda Fireblade. It’s a hot bike—almost as hot as her. Turning on her heel, she smirks, her deep brown eyes darting between the two of us. “So, which one of you handsome fellas is gonna be my backpack tonight?”
Ace shakes his head and pulls on his helmet. “I ain’t nobody’s backpack, sweetheart.” He walks toward his Ducati and climbs on.
I run my hand over the seat of her bike. I left mine at home so I could have a few beers, but I only had one before the brunette siren showed up. “I’ve never driven one of these before. How about you hand over your keys and you can be my backpack, Fireblade?”
Her laugh is dark and hypnotic and laced with a tantalizing hint of something wild. “How about no fucking way.”
“But you don’t know the way to our place, and I’m real bad at directions.” I give her the smoldering look that has never once failed me with any female, whether she was eighteen or eighty, but her deadpan expression tells me there’s a first time for everything.
“Then I guess I’ll just follow your buddy here.” She slips her helmet on, and although I can’t see her lips now, I can tell from her eyes that she’s smiling. “So you can be his good little backpack or mine. Your choice, Pretty Boy.”
Pretty Boy? I bite back a grin. Oh, I’m gonna make her pay for that. After I make her pay for making me ride on the back of her bike.
“I guess I’ll ride with you.” I shrug. “Give you a chance to get used to the size of my cock when it’s digging into your back.”
I wait for her reaction, but she doesn’t give me anything. She flips her visor down and climbs onto her bike. I shoot Ace a what the fuck have we gotten ourselves into look, but he only shakes his head as his Ducati roars to life.
I climb on and slide my hands onto her waist, my fingers digging in a little more than they need to because I want to feel her soft flesh. I want to bruise her skin. She doesn’t flinch at the tightness of my grip or give any indication that she’s uncomfortable. Not that it would stop me, but it’s good to know she’s not bothered by a little pain. “I hope you ride as good as you flirt, Fireblade,” I shout over the roar of the bikes’ engines.
“Oh, I ride way better than I flirt, Pretty Boy.” With a sinful laugh, she takes off after Ace.
We barely make it through the front door before her arms and legs are wrapped around me. Her fingers thread in my hair, tugging hard, and she kisses me, her lips and tongue crashing against my own. She smells like leather and tastes of whiskey and sweetness wrapped up in sin.
I pin her to the cool plaster wall and wrench my lips away from her hungry mouth. “You’re a fucking wildcat.”
She cocks her head to one side, a playful grin spreading her full pink lips. “I guess I know what I want and I take it.”
“Yeah?” I arch an eyebrow at her.
Ace locks the door and moves behind me, rocking his hips against my ass and causing my hard length to rub against the woman who’s now pinned to the wall by both of us.
He pulls her long dark curls aside and lets them fall over her shoulder. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
