AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I know,” Cutter said. “But I don’t like Dog fighting him. You can never tell what he’s gonna pull. The club can protect itself, but anyone else….”
“Good thing I don’thaveanyone else,” Dog said. “Besides, there’s no choice, and you know it.”
Spike nodded, and Luke ducked his head. Luke was the reason Dog had agreed to the fight.
The night continued in much the same way until the blonde stood and looked their way. Dog snagged her glance and gave her a wink.
She grinned and grasped her huge bag. Damn, she was leaving.
She waved to the owner—the asswipe. Dog’s gaze settled on the gentle sway of her hips before she veered down the restroom hall.
Hmmm. Maybe it wasn’t too late after all.
A ringtone sounded. Luke reached into his cut, checked his phone, and read a text. "Shit. Sophie says Jessie's having an episode. I have to go."
Dog flagged Beth. "I need our check, sugar."
She slid their bill out of her apron pocket and placed it on the table. “I’ll take it when you're ready.”
“Wait.” Dog opened his wallet and threw three twenties on the problem, which included a generous tip. “Keep the change.”
She gave Dog an inviting smile as she picked up the pile. “Thanks.”
Dog wasn’t going there. Beth deserved better than him. He lifted his chin with a wink and walked with his brothers toward the restaurant door. The owner caught Dog’s eye, and Dog showed him the dexterity of his middle finger. With love, of course.
The party was over, leaving Dog free to angle toward the restroom hallway—and the blonde.“I gotta hit the head. Luke, go on without me.”
Luke flung up a hand without looking back and jogged through the door.
Dog rounded the corner into the narrow passage at a fast clip and plowed with anoomphinto the sexy woman. He gripped her around the waist to keep her on her feet, her soft tits molding to his chest, her beautiful green eyes wide. Dog’s cock jumped to salute. She gasped, and her big-assed purse slipped from her shoulder and emptied onto the floor.
Chapter Four
Charley’s bag slid down her arm and hit the floor with athunk, and the contents skittered across the hallway. Sculpted arms wrapped around her body, holding her tight against a chest made of granite and a leather cut that screameddanger.
Her breath came fast, kneading her breasts against his ribs. It was the gorgeous guy from the parking lot who’d winked at her. Eyes like molten chocolate, the kind a girl gets in Europe that makes her sigh with delight, stared long and hard into Charley’s. And that stare wasn’t the only thing long and hard. His erection pressed against her hip.
“I’m s-sorry,” she stammered. “I didn’t see you coming.”
Crap, why did that phrase taste so weird in her mouth? And why did it suddenly have a double meaning?
His biceps bulged beneath her palms as he tucked her closer. His mouth slipped into a smile, and her heart danced an Irish jig. The whiskers of his mustache, dark, dotted with gray, were long enough to rest on his lip in a way that would tickle in a kiss. Her gaze traced the facial hair to the goatee on his chin. Normally she wasn’t fond of goatees—it seemed like a half effort to her—but on this man, it demanded a stroke to learn if it was as soft as it looked.
His lips started to move, and she lifted her gaze to his chocolate eyes, lit with what she suspected was humor. “Trust me. I don’t mind at all.”
The man’s voice rumbled from his chest, like the engine of the Harley he had parked outside, and it hooked her like a siren’s song. Arousal threatened to cut off her air, so she pushed against his biceps. “I’m okay now. Really. I need to clean up my mess before someone else wants the restroom.”
His hand caressed Charley’s back as he let her go, and goosebumps marked the path. This man had her twisted up in more ways than she had numbers to count.
She looked at the floor as they separated. At his feet and hers lay the detritus of her life. She squatted and snatched what she could reach—lipstick, gym key tag, the bottle of ibuprofen that had rolled under a chair. Her face heated when she snagged a tampon, but it was nothing compared to the hot flush in her cheeks when she discovered the foil pouch between his boots. He bent down, and it was like slow motion as his fingers wrapped around it.
No. For the love of all that is mathematically holy, do not let that be what I think it is.The smirk on his face told her it was.
Warming lubricant.
She’d forgotten about the pouch. She’d snatched it at the gym from a basket filled with samples. She’d hoped it would spice up the deadly boring sex she’d been having with Wes, but she hadn’t gotten around to using it before she’d ended the relationship.
The man caught her gaze, and from the heat on her face, it must have been the color of a Cardinal.
