“Humbug!” He opened his arms and dragged me into a hug. I “oomphed” when I slammed against his chest. He kissed me hard, his mouth devouring mine like a starving man, and he was extra-strong tonight, so all I could do was relax into his arms and let him do what he wanted to me. When he’d had his fill, he waved his arm at Josh and Rogue. “These are my friends.”
“Friends who’ve already been feeding you drinks?” I raised my brows at Josh specifically, who winced with guilt.
“He was in pain. Sore head.” He tapped the back of his head as though I didn’t know where Luke’d had stitches.
“There’s such a thing as painkillers,” I grumbled.
“Beer and Advil aren’t good together, and he was going to drink no matter what.” Josh shrugged and frowned at me. “You are? We weren’t introduced the last time you were here.”
“I’m Quain.” I held my hand out to him, and he shook it.
“What doyoudrink, Quain? You can tell a lot by what a man drinks.” Josh leaned on the bar, his voice loud so I could hear him over the deafening music. Men and women were scattered across the room, either playing pool, drinking, or making out, and others like Jester were beginning to fuck. A couple of guys were sharing a girl on one of the couches. This wasn’t my kind of scene, and I grimaced because even hairstylist Quain would do that.
“I’ll have a pop.”
Josh tilted his head, and Rogue frowned. Luke grinned, though, curling his arm around my shoulders.
“He hates drinking. My innocent little hairstylist.” He popped a kiss on my cheek and laughed.
Josh raised his hands in defeat, as though he wasn’t even going to bother to argue about it. “Coke or Pepsi?”
“Coke.”
He nodded and left to get my drink as I stole a stool next to Luke. I glanced around. King sat in one of the couches to the left, cuddled up to his boyfriend and former ATF agent. They were smooching and laughing and were kind of fucking adorable. Not what I imagined when I thought of bikers in relationships. Undertaker and Lee were sitting on another couch beside them, with Lee lying on his back. His head was on Undertaker’s thigh, and Undertaker was idly brushing his fingers over his scalp.
“That’s what I want,” Luke whispered against my ear. I tilted my head toward him.
“Me brushing your hair? Should I braid it too?” I teased.
He shook his head. “Not to be lonely. You’re fucking hot, and I’m fucking hot—we’d work well together. We should have a family. Adopt more kids. KC’s cute, but let’s have a few younger ones.”
My brows rose toward my hairline. “Are you sure you didn’t mix painkillers with alcohol?”
He cringed and put his forefinger to his mouth. “Shh. Don’t tell Josh. He’d get real mad.”
I heaved a sigh and cupped his cheek. His face was freshly shaven and felt nice under my hand, even though I preferred scruff on him. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“I know, but I wanted to be calm when you came.”
“Why are you still nervous?” I pressed my forehead against his. “We’ve fucked and we’ve given each other blow jobs. I’m not going to lecture you on your skills.” Smirking at him, I ran my thumb over his swollen cheek. I was going to kill anyone involved. No one touched the man I was protecting.
“Because you’re stunning,” he breathed out, shocking me. I parted my mouth in surprise. “Everyone else that’s had sex with me either gets paid to do it or they’re chasing a biker’s dick. You’re different. You’re worlds above me.”
“That’s bullshit.”I’m a criminal, just like you are.I didn’t say it, no matter how much I wanted to. “I’m a simple hairstylist.”
He shook his head and smiled. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you. Your beauty is out of my league, yet you let me touch you.”
“You’re persistent,” I grumbled, then smiled. “And pretty damn handsome yourself. Your cock’s not half bad.”
Laughter bubbled from him and lines formed around his eyes. He kissed me slowly and I let him. He tasted my lips as though he was enjoying every second like it was his last, and it was the most romantic kiss I’ve ever had. I should have been scared, but my heart ached for more instead. I was in big trouble.
“I want to take you for a ride on my bike,” he mumbled against my mouth.
“Now?” I cocked my head.
“No. Later. I want to get away, just me and you. We can travel around the lake and into Canada. That’d be nice, right? Like a nice date? I’ve never had one of those before. Never had a guy I wanted to go on one with in a long time.” He placed his hand on my thigh. “But you make me hard every time I see you, and I can’t decide if I want to fuck you or treat you right.”
I chuckled. “You’re so high right now. Why can’t you fuck meandtreat me right?”
