“And the last.”
Then he pummeled into her, his hand on the small of her back, pinning her in place so she was completely at his mercy. And she loved it. With each thrust, her body jerked back and forth until they were going at it at such a frenzied pace that Hailey thought for sure the counter would break. Grunts, moans, and skin slapping on skin were the only sounds in the shop. When he reached under her and tugged at her swaying breasts, sparks went off behind her eyelids and she exploded with a yell. One last, hard thrust and feral sounds came from Goldie as he stiffened and yanked her ass closer to his soaked skin.
For several minutes, they stood there panting until he pulled out and helped her straighten up. She fell into his arms and he held her close, running his fingers through her disheveled hair. “Fuck, babe. Just… fuck,” he said as she put her lips against his neck.
Hailey was so overcome with emotion she almost cried, but she didn’t think Goldie went in for crying women. Most men didn’t.
“You want to grab some food? I’m starving,” he said in her ear.
“Me too. Is there anything open this late around here?”
“The diner’s open until midnight. We better hustle.”
Pointing at her ripped blouse on the floor, she said, “I don’t have shirt.”
“No worries, I got one in my saddlebags. I always carry spares. I’ll go grab one.”
After she donned his T-shirt and locked up, she followed him to the diner.I can’t believe how wonderful it was with him. Now don’t go and make what happened into a bigger deal than it is.She had to watch herself because if she didn’t, she could easily fall head over heels in love with him.You can’t lose your head. Remember, he doesn’t even date. He even told you he’s never had a relationship.She pulled up behind his Harley and smiled when he came over and opened her door.
Inside, a few people sat on the stools at the counter and some of the tables were occupied. The waitress led them to a booth by the window and handed them two menus. After taking their dinner order, she walked away.
“I totally forgot about Leroy’s. I used to come here with my parents when I was in grade school. Wait a sec… you used to come with my family for dinner sometimes. Do you remember?”
“Yeah.” He tilted his head back and looked up at the ceiling. “I’d have the chicken fried steak, Ryan the smothered pork chops, and you’d always have the chop suey.” He looked back at her and smiled.
“That’s right. How in the hell did I eat chop suey? Do they even have it on the menu?” She scanned the menu. “I don’t see it.”
“I think they got rid of it after you moved to New Mexico. You were the only one who ever ordered it.” He laughed. She made a face at him and that made him laugh harder.
“I hear Dylan’s getting married. I don’t really know Skyla but they seemed like they were a good fit the night we hung out with them.”
“Yeah. She’s good for him. He’s always needed that structure more than any of us. He was real young when our parents died, and I think it affected him the most. I used to think Monica was the one who had the hardest time with all of it, but I don’t think that anymore.”
“How’s she doing? I’m surprised I haven’t bumped into her in all these months.”
“She’s good. She works for a wholesale company and does a shitload of traveling all over the world. When she’s home, she’s so busy catching up with everything and everyone that I don’t see her that much.”
“Next time she’s in town, we should get together for drinks or something. I always liked her.”
At that moment, the waitress set down a plate of chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes in front of Goldie and a pastrami on rye with fries in front of Hailey. “Did you want anything else?” she asked. When they both shook their heads, she scurried away.
“I’m sure she’d like that. How’d you find out about Dylan getting married? Are you guys talking?”
Shaking pepper on her fries, she shook her head. “No. Your buddy Army told me a few nights ago when I was out at Big Brothers Barbecue for dinner with Rory and Claudia. He said you were going to take care of the flowers. I’m pretty sure he was hinting that I call you.” She picked up a fry and dunked it in ketchup.
“What the fuck? Dylan’s not getting married until next summer. I didn’t say shit about buying the flowers. I’m gonna punch Army in the face when I see him.”
“Don’t do that. I think he was trying to get us to talk again. I think it was kind of sweet.”
“Fuck that. ‘Sweet’ and ‘Army’ don’t ever go together in the same sentence. He was putting his goddamn nose where it doesn’t belong. He’s got a real knack for that.” He sawed into his meat.
Hailey reached over and put her hand on his. “Don’t be mad at him. I think he meant well. Rory said if you were acting anything like I was, she could see why he said it.”
After chewing, he grinned. “How were you acting?”
She shrugged. “All whiny and pathetic. You?”
He laughed. “Pissed as fuck. I must’ve started at least four fights at the clubhouse and a couple at Iron Rose Saloon.” Leaning across the table, he put his arm around her neck and pulled her toward him, kissing her deeply. Settling back against the seat, he smiled.
