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Chapter Seven
Rowan
“Here are your pancakes and bacon,” the waitress says as she sets a heaping plate of food in front of me with a smile. After she’s pulled a container of syrup out of her apron and set it on the table next to my plate, she turns to Travis and sets his plate in front of him. “And the hash brown scrambler with sausage and gravy for you. Is there anything else y’all need right now?”
Her gaze flicks between the two of us as I inspect the table for a moment and when I look up at her, I shake my head. She glances over at Travis as he does the same, flashing her a friendly smile. “Naw, I think we’re good. Thanks, Mia.”
“No problem, Streak. Just holler if you need anything else.” She returns his smile before walking away from the table and after she disappears into the kitchen, I turn to back to Travis.
“You come here often?”
He smirks. “Is that your best line?”
“Shut up,” I shoot back, rolling my eyes as I resist the urge to pick up one of the jelly packets and throw it at him. “I just meant because you two obviously know each other.”
“We don’t really know each other, if that’s what you mean, but Tate used to work here before she married your brother and Mia is a friend of hers.”
“Oh, I see.”
“But, listen,” he whispers, lowering his voice as he leans in and flashes me a devilish grin. “If you want to fuck again, all you gotta do is ask, sweetheart.”
I arch a brow. “I thought we had already agreed that it definitely would be happening again. And again and again…”
“Maybe I just want to hear you beg for it,” he answers with a grin that makes my belly do a little flip and my mind jumps back to last night when he had me pressed up against the window… and on all fours on the bed… and pressed up against the wall. Jesus Christ, how the hell am I even walking this morning? Lifting my chin in an act of defiance, I cross my arms over my chest and meet his gaze.
“And what if I want to hear you beg for it?”
He laughs. “Never going to happen.”
“Don’t underestimate me, Travis. I have tricks you haven’t seen yet,” I tell him and his eyes snap up to meet mine as a slow smile stretches across his face and he shakes his head.
“Fuck. That turns me on.”
Smiling, I grab my fork and cut into my pancakes, feeling pretty damn pleased with myself as Travis subtly tries to adjust himself under the table. My breath hitches as I remember what it felt like when he slid inside me last night and my skin tingles with need.
How in the hell am I still ready for more?
“So,” I whisper before clearing my throat and glancing up at him. We definitely need a new subject before we end up slipping into the bathroom for a quickie or fucking in his sexy car. He arches a brow, watching me with a knowing look in his eye.
“So?”
“Why don’t you tell me what’s been going on with the club and this threat that everyone keeps talking about?”
His mood darkens in an instant and he shakes his head. “Sorry, can’t. It’s club business.”
“I see…”
I don’t see.
Not at all.
“But shouldn’t I know since I’m technically involved now? I mean, I’m living there with you all and my brother is one of this guy’s targets, right? I have a right to know what’s going on.”
He shakes his head. “Nope.”
“Fine,” I answer with a huff but my mind is still spinning, trying to find an angle to use against him that he can’t argue with. Another idea hits me and I brace my elbows on the table. “But what if me not knowing gets someone hurt? Or it gets me hurt? Isn’t it better that I have all the information so I can make smart, informed decisions?”
“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” he asks, studying me and I shake my head. His gaze narrows and he glares at me for a second before he sighs. “All right but if Blaze asks, I didn’t tell you shit.”
