When he got to the front door, Laura’s hand on his shoulders stopped him from opening the screen. He turned around and she threw her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. “Thank you for everything. You’re the best brother. And the tent will be fucking awesome. Now go.” Reaching around, she unlatched the screen door and pushed it open.
Ruffling her hair, he flashed her a smile, then walked out the door and to his Harley.
***
By the timeRaven entered the pool hall, only the faintest of light shone through the leaves on the ash trees lining the sidewalk. A rush of adrenaline shot through him when she tilted her head and threw himthatsmile, the one that pulled him in like a magnet, as always.
With an effortless saunter, she approached the bar, her heels clicking against the rhythm of a soft jazz melody playing overhead. Several men turned to look at her, making Muerto’s blood boil, and then she was at the counter, leaning over enough that he could see her firm tits and smell her sexy-as-fuck fragrance. She placed her hands on each side of his face and pulled it closer to hers as sexual tension crackled in the air. Pressing her lips on his, she kissed him eagerly, drawing his tongue into her mouth.Fuck!
“Hey,” she breathed as she broke away.
“I love the way you greet your man. When I get a break here, I’ll take you in the back and show you how I reciprocate.” He nipped her soft lips, then licked them.
“You promised me food and drinks. I’m starving and thirsty.” She hoisted herself on the barstool.
“Is that the only reason you came tonight?” he asked as he set a glass of Jack in front of her.
“An artist never passes up a free meal and drink,” she answered, her eyes dancing with merriment as she brought the amber liquid to her lips.
“Stick with me and I’ll keep you well fed.” He laughed and handed her a one-page menu. “What’re you in the mood for?”
“Besides you?” She dipped her finger into her glass and took out an ice cube. Popping it in her mouth, she crunched down on it.
Pulling her to him, he took hungry possession of her mouth, the coolness of the ice wrapping around his hot tongue. “Fuck, babe. You’re making me all kinds of crazy. I’m craving you something fierce right now.”
“Is it time for your break yet?” She licked his bottom lip and he seized her pink tongue with his teeth, pulling it into his mouth and sucking it. “Mmm…,” she moaned, and the sound made him hard with desire.
“Are you tending bar or what?” Brandy’s voice broke through his lust.
Pulling away, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “What do you need?”
“I’ll be right back. I want to freshen up,” Raven said as she slid off the stool.
Watching her perfect ass and hips move so delectably didn’t help his dick any.
“Are you datingher?” Irritation laced Brandy’s voice.
“Who’s dating who?” Jaime asked as she tied a short apron around her waist.
Brandy pointed to Muerto as he mixed the drinks for her order. “This one’s going out with the pool shark. Must’ve been a hell of a ride back from Silverado.”
“Really? Is that true?” Jaime looked at Muerto as she picked up her tray.
“How is what I do any of your fuckin’ business?” He placed the drinks on Brandy’s tray.
“We’re just surprised. I didn’t think you were the type to hook up with someone who’s not in your club.” Brandy lifted her tray.
“I’ve gone out with a lot of citizens. And again, none of your fuckin’ business. You’re here to work, not worry about what I do.” He clenched his jaw.
“Whatever. It probably won’t last past tonight, or the weekend at the latest,” he heard her say to Jaime as the women dispersed into the crowd.
“Fuck them,” he said under his breath as he stacked the glasses to the side. What he had with Raven was something he couldn’t put into words because he didn’t understand it himself. She made him feel things he’d never felt about a woman, and he had no clue how she did that. All he knew was that he felt real good when he was with her, and it wasn’t all about sex. Yeah, his dick got hard whenever she was around or he thought about her, and the way she felt underneath him as he banged her was all kinds of fantastic, but he likedher. He liked the way she laughed, her artistic talent, her freestyle attitude, her wit, her intelligence, her—
“You look like you’re really concentrating on stacking those glasses,” Raven said.
“Yeah. No. I don’t know.”
Laughing, she settled down on the barstool again. “Well, what is it?”
