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“Sounds easy enough. When do you leave?” Mountain drank the last of his beer.
“Cass and I are going right after lunch. It is near Colorado Springs.” Freaky pushed away from the bar. “I better get my shit ready to go.”
“Hey, do you need another rider?” Mountain could change his plans around to go. Three kids might be a handful even if they were just providing security.
“Thought you had plans?” Freaky dug in his pocket and fished out a few sets of keys. “By the way, here are the keys to the two houses we’re remodeling.”
Mountain took two sets of keys.
“Hope she likes the houses?” Freaky knocked on the bar. “Ax, I changed my mind can you order me a basket of wings and fries. I better eat something to soak up the beer before my run.”
“Sure thing Freaky, do you want something to drink?” Ax wrote down Freaky’s order on a pad behind the bar.
“You better give me a coke. That will get me through the drive.”
“Hi ya Mountain.” Cinnamon walked up tilting her head to the side. “Freaky.”
“Hello.” Out of reflex Mountain placed a hand on her hip. She had been one of his favorites, but since Amber came into his life, she didn’t really do anything for him anymore.
The Hoez stood on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. Even though he was sitting, the stool made him too tall for her small height. Her hooker heels adding a half foot did the trick for most men, but he wasn’t most men.
Her body swayed to the music playing overhead and he wondered why he couldn’t feel a thing for her. Cinnamon’s nails teased the back of his neck as her hips pressed between his legs.
He was getting ready to pick her up and remove himself when the door to the restaurant opened and Amber stepped inside. With the bar a direct shot from the front door, her eyes instantly shot to his hands and the smile on her face hardened.
“Oh shit. Cinnamon, sorry girl just not in the mood.” Gently pushing the woman out of his path, he stood then headed for the auburn haired beauty about to run. “Amber!” He called.
Amber stood for a second. Deer in the headlight look before she turned and headed back outside.
“Fuck.” With a rush of fear Mountain’s long legs carried him quickly after her.
* * *
Amber knewshe shouldn’t have let herself feel anything for the biker. A strong like was dangerous. Thinking a future in a Turnabout with her riding behind him had to be repressed daddy issues. Mountain was a man after all, they all thought with their dicks and not their heads. In what crazy world would a man be loyal? Had Kevin? Oh, technically he didn’t sleep with the bimbette he left her for until after they were separated. Separated, not divorced. Separated and in therapy trying to salvage the lost passion that had, if both were honest, never been there to begin with.
The serial monogamist believed he was faithful. Loving even. When honestly, he needed a woman to dote on his every word and when you had kid’s time, it had to be divided. Yet, the man wanted more kids. The contradiction clashed with his need to be first, but having all his needs met meant dropping kids every few years. Callum’s diagnosis came after they’d been trying for a few months and she hadn’t gotten pregnant. Then she was spending more and more time at the hospital, trying to learn all about JDM. Then he turned three and Kevin served her with divorce papers. All because her focus had been away from him too long.
Seeing Mountain wrapped around that woman was just enough to show her what kind of man he really was. Rage tore through her. Come see what the MC life really was, well she knew it all too damn well. Thinking she’d gotten away from wandering men with Kevin because he had a straight job. He wasn’t a rider like her father. She knew the MC life. Her dad hadn’t been in a club, but he rode. In and out of her mother’s life.
“Amber!” Mountain’s voice called to her.
The stupid part of her wanted to turn. Happy he saw her and called out. Her body, needing, wanting to be touched and held fighting against her brain who knew damn better. Mountain wasn’t food and he sure as hell wasn’t water, she didn’t fucking need him to live and for that reason she didn’t turn around, just headed toward her van.
“Damn it, Nightingale!” Mountain’s voice carried across the street. The irritation evident in his tone but she couldn’t figure out why, he’d seemed happy a moment ago.
Reaching the safety of her vehicle, Amber took a breath of air. Had she been holding her breath the whole time? Probably, and that was another thing Mountain wasn’t, air. Therefore, she didn’t need him in her life.
Her thumb pressed hard on the key fob, unlocking her van she pulled the driver’s door open.
Before she could get in Mountain caught up to her and wrapped his arm around her waist to stop her from getting in the van.
Her back pressed tight to his front sending the stupid hormones she’d locked away years ago to bang on the door as if a killer was approaching and they needed to get inside. All of it a mess requiring her to channel more than an inner Zen, but an inner bitch to draw a hard and fast line.
“If you don’t let go, you’re gonna be pulling back a bloody stump,” she snarled, not wanting the hand? that had been resting on another’s hip less than a minute ago? touching her.
Mountain instantly recoiled his arm, but spun her around when he did so she was facing him. Once satisfied to be looking her in the eye, he took one step back to give her room. “Nightingale don’t. Come on I want to buy you lunch then show you around town.”
Town? Job? Fuck, the pay was necessary and she truly believed she’d love the job, but could she be around Mountain when she worked? Red had asked what if things didn’t work out with him? Could she still be around him? She hadn’t left Billings because of Kevin, it had been about needing a job. Besides, what had they really done? Kissed? Touched a little? Nothing that would make her pass up a chance to not only make more, but do good. Steeling herself, she focused on Mountain’s lips and not his eyes. No, she couldn’t look there. Instead, she stared at the lips, surrounded by his soft, well maintained beard. The one that he brushed and teased along her neck sending waves of heat seeking missiles straight to her core. Her hand covered her neck as if she were stretching instead of trying to erase the sensation blooming on her flesh.
