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"Then what is it the time for?" I asked, turning to smile at Adler.
"Well, I do believe ya promised that if I got enough tequila in ya, that ya would climb yer fine ass up on the bar..."
For the next hour, I was plied with booze.
Until the inevitable happened.
'No Diggity' came on.
Lenny got up on the bar.
And I followed.
I maybe only got to shake my hips twice before I felt strong hands sink into my hips, yanking forward until I was falling downward, and none-too-ceremoniously thrown over a familiar, wide shoulder.
"What..." I gasped, as Sugar started walking out of the bar part of the store and into the liquor section.
"Shush," he growled at me, reaching up to swat my ass, sending a sting across my butt in a way that should not have been sexy, but totally was.
"Don't shush me, you brute," I demanded, at least pretending to be offended by him being a neanderthal when, really, all it was doing was turning me on.
"The only one getting to see up your skirt is me, Peyt," he informed me, making my belly do a delicious little swirl as Sugar slammed the front door open, and the nip in the night air made my skin prickle with goosebumps.
"Mmm, well, I'm okay with that," I told him as I felt my body sliding down his as he pulled me off his shoulder, then dropped me down onto his bike seat.
"Don't give me that look," he told me, taking a deep breath as he looked down at me while his hands worked the clasp free on the helmet he always gave to me, never wearing one himself.
"What look is that?" I asked, tone innocent even though I knew I was eye-fucking the hell out of him.
"The one that says you would suck me off right here," he said, lips quirking up at one side.
"Well..." I said, dragging the sound out as my hands moved outward, snagging him at the front of his jeans and pulling him forward a step.
The only thing in the world that could stop me from actually doing it after he made a low, growling, primal sound was the front door of the bar opening again, drawing my attention over to see Edison leading Lenny out, her body plastered to his side, his arm around her back. She was saying something up at him, making him take a full stop, look down at her for a long second, then throw his head back and laugh.
And the thought that moved through me was one I couldn't have anticipated.
I want that.
"Baby," Sugar's voiced called me back.
I looked back up at him, finding those gray eyes boring into me like they always seemed to.
"So this compound of yours," I started. "Do you have a room there?"
His lips twitched at that. "Yeah, I got a room there."
"With a bed?"
"Yeah, I got one of those."
"Then I can't imagine what we are doing here still," I said, making his smile do something different. It wasn't that cocky one he wore a lot, or even just an amused one, or a sexy one. No, this was different. It was almost... sweet?
Ugh.
No.
Not sweet.
He climbed on in front of me, and I scooted in, wrapping my arms around him. But before he could even turn the bike over, I said, tone surer than I felt, "If you fall in love with me, I'm out."
"Yeah, I remember," he agreed, but turned the bike over immediately and peeled out before I could say anything else.
We had barely gotten off the bike in the yard of the compound when the door opened, and a tall, dark figure moved outside, looking up at the sky like he was begging for some intervention from a higher power, before glancing our way.
I didn't know him know him, but everyone knew him.
Reign.
The leader of The Henchmen MC.
Super hot for an older guy.
His eyes went to his man first before slipping to me.
Then his breath sighed out of him, the sound of a man who had put up with a lot of shit from his men over the years, and wasn't up for more.
"You got to be shitting me," he said, shaking his head at Sugar.
"Already heard it from Cash," Sugar told his prez.
"Don't say you weren't warned then," he said, moving to walk toward the back of the yard.
"So..." I started when we were alone again. "I am like the... forbidden fruit here, huh?" I asked, tone teasing.
His smile did that sweet thing again.
"Something like that."
"Well... would you like to... you know," I started, finger walking up the center of his stomach, "take a bite?"
"Fucking killing me," he growled, reaching up to unclasp my helmet, tossing it down into the dirt before throwing an arm over my shoulders, and leading me inside.
As crazy as this was, there was a skipping, swirling feeling in my stomach. Something akin to - of all things - nervousness.
