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My biker looks back down at me, a smirk playing over his lips.
“You can think of me as his boss.”
“Are you his boss?”
“No. Not exactly.”
“But he still has to do what you tell him?”
He nods, still smirking. I think he likes that Bullseye has to do what he’s told. I wonder if it’s because Bullseye is usually annoying or something. I know that’s why my mother likes it when I do what I’m told.
“So, why a biker bar, first-timer?” His eyes sparkle with interest, and I smile at him, tipping my head to the side.
“Lana promised us the party of our fucking lives.”
“Oh, you’re definitely going to get that,” he murmurs, grinning and moving away from me when Justice holds the pool cue out to him. My mouth is dry as I watch him go. I have no idea what his promise meant, butyes, please.
The meaning of my biker’s words becomes clearer as the night goes on. We play a few more rounds of pool – well, I watch my biker wipe the floor with everyone he plays with,so hot –and around us… the party is gettingwild.
One of the tattooed women who was glaring at us earlier, a petite, tanned brunette woman, gets on her knees and sucks off some guy old enough to be our dadin the middle of the room. I’ve been to some wild parties, especially since Lana started hooking us up, but I’ve never seenthat. Holy shit.
Tearing my eyes away from the sight, I drink deeply, finishing my third beer. My eyes, searching for anything else to land on, lock with my biker’s. He smirks, leaning on his pool cue, and doesn’t look away. Heat flies directly from his eyes to the throbbing area between my legs.
Maybe it’s finally time for me to win Sophie’s dare. I’m not doing it in the middle of this room. No matter what goes. Hopefully, he has somewhere else in mind.
Setting down my empty glass, I smirk, still holding his gaze, adding an extra sway to my hips as I saunter over to him. He doesn’t move, apart from tipping his head forward to keep our gazes locked as I step up against him.
“I thought I might take a walk outside. Get some fresh air, you know?” My voice is breathy, and he grins slowly, his eyes darkening from dark chocolate to an almost coal black. God, he’s so fucking sexy.
“That’s an interesting thought,” he rumbles, still not moving. Does he need more of a hint? Lifting my hand, I let my fingers brush against his dark T-shirt at his stomach, trailing over his rock-hard abs. So yummy. His stomach tenses under my touch, so it’s not only his eyes that are affected by me. That’s good to know.
“Are there any places I should avoid?” I breathe.
Success. My biker finally moves, straightening and shoving his pool cue at whoever is standing next to him – neither of us is paying much attention to who that might be.
He finally tears his eyes away from me, dropping his arm around my shoulders and steering me to the exit.
“I’ll make sure you steer clear,” he assures me. Sophie giggles, waggling her eyebrows at me as we pass, but I ignore her. I have a dare to win and, hopefully, an orgasm to have.
Chapter 5
MERCH
My little ballerina pixie lets me lead her outside. I wondered if either of the tourists would be down for a fuck tonight. The girl in yellow was all over Bullseye like a rash, but Lana mentioned something about a fiancé to Justice, so Bullseye probably won’t get much more than a make-out session.
I’m glad it’s my ballerina pixie who made a move. The other girl wasn’t exactly my type – I’ve always preferred whiskey to champagne – bubbly isn’t my thing.
My eye catches Palmer’s as I glance around, holding open the door for her. The prick smirks at me, so I flip him off, sliding outside with the girl.
“Are you enjoying your night so far?” I ask for something to say as we step out into the cool air of a crisp desert summer night. Summers in the desert are my fucking season.
“I am. It’s been an experience.”
I like her laugh. It’s a husky, throaty chuckle. Completely at odds with what she looks like. It’s like a hotline to my damn dick.
She’s glancing around with interest. There’s not a lot to see out here. It’s dark – industrial areas don’t come with many streetlights, and the compound borders a forest.
I know exactly where to take her. This isn’t my first rodeo – tourists are never game to fuck in public like groupies are. Leading her around the side of the clubhouse, between the building and the chain-link fence separating the compound from the forest, I move far enough to be hidden if someone sticks their head around.
