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“Like what you see?” Dante whispered in her ear.
“Not hardly. I doubt most of these guys ever bathe,” she quipped.
Dante laughed and she glanced at him. His spontaneous smile was gorgeous, and much more appealing than his usual smirk.
“Do you see any of the Midnight crew?” Sage asked, looking around.
“To your right, far corner. Not Padraig though.”
Sage quickly glanced around and nodded.
“We’ll take what we can get,” Sage replied and nodded at the bartender, a grizzly looking man with a scowl that could burn water. “Two boilermakers.”
The bartender didn’t acknowledge her. Instead, he slammed two beer bottles on the counter and two glasses. After pouring a generous shot in each glass he slid them over, the liquid spilling onto the bartop. Then he let out a loud belch, scratched his scraggly beard, and turned his attention to another biker.
Charming.
“Bottoms up,” Dante smirked and downed his shot, then gulped down half the beer.
“You wish,” Sage replied and watched as Dante choked on his drink.
He coughed and shook his head.
Sage took her shot but the whiskey tasted awful, burning her oesophagus all the way down. She contained her cough. Barely. Then she grabbed one of the beer bottles and took a long sip to wash away the foul taste. That wasn’t any better. The beer was skunky and nothing like the IPAs she favored.
Judging by the lack of cleanliness in the place, it was still safer to drink out of a bottle than ordering whatever they had on tap.
“You really like these places?” she asked Dante as a group of men crowded around the other end of the bar to watch a woman go down on a heavyset biker.
Instead of answering, Dante slid his arm around her waist and pulled her into his arms. She was proud of herself, not a flinch or a pullback in sight.
“I like the parties we have at the club,” he whispered as he gently bit her earlobe. His hot breath teased her nerves endings and Sage couldn’t help the loud moan that erupted without warning. Then he gently nipped her neck, and goosebumps popped out all over her overheated skin. “Being here with different crews is a recipe for disaster. People drink too much, and they need an outlet for all their aggression. Which ends up in fist fights or worse.”
“Most of them seem to be fucking it out. You could do that too,” Sage looked around and noticed several women eyeing Dante.
“You offering?” he smirked.
“You wish.”
“Well, we do need to be convincing.”
She turned her head and smiled at him in return. Then she leaned in and gave him a long, languid kiss.
No acting required.
13
DANTE
How the hell was he supposed to make a scene and pretend to be pissed when Sage kissed him like that?
She sucked on his tongue like she was starved for his taste, and he couldn’t help but moan into her mouth in response. Everything around them became white noise as Dante kissed her back and with more aggression that he usually had.
Normally he was smooth, seductive, controlled. He wanted but it was just lust. Not an all-consuming fire that threatened to tear down every fucking wall he’d ever built.
Fuck.
This woman was driving him insane. Like a wild goddamn beast, he was primed and ready to fuck. Not just that, he was ready to claim her. Hell, he wanted to mark her with his bites and his cum. He wanted to watch his seed drip out of her pussy, and if that wasn’t a warning sign, he didn’t know what was.
