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“Pfft…depends on the secret.” She winked at Gage and stopped on the edge of the garage. “I’m not trying to crash boys’ tinkering time.” She smirked and glanced down at the bike. “Just here to grab some inventory.”
Trax pushed past Gage and walked over to the locked closet in the corner of the garage.
“You sell a lot?”
Trax eyed him suspiciously. Gage wasn’t known for his small talk, which seemed odd he that he’d asked Macy anything other than her bra size. Though Trax would be humored if he did.
“Not right now. Just here and there sales, but when we open the shop, we’ll be making mad cash.”
Trax kept tight-lipped. They might do well if they ever opened it. Their savings were far from shop worthy just yet.
“You know forty percent of all new businesses fold within the first two years,” Gage said, lighting up a cigarette.
Macy folded her arms over her chest and furrowed her brows. “No, I didn’t know that, Gage, but thanks for sharing. Any more of my dreams you’d like to piss on while I’m here?”
Trax chuckled and turned to Gage. “Put the shit in her car for her.”
“Uh, candles, not shit.” She folded her arms and stepped back, glancing at the men. “Anyone interested in a purchase while I’m here?” She smirked. “How about it, Gage? You can give them to the women you bang, like a parting gift?”
A low chuckle from the corner had Trax glancing over his shoulder. He found Rourke oddly amused and staring at Macy. Trax furrowed his brows. It wasn’t just amusement he saw. He’d known Rourke long enough to know when his friend saw something he liked. Oh fuck!
“Short stack, my seed is the parting gift.” Gage reached out, gliding his finger under her chin, which she immediately swatted away.
“Ew, so gross. I’d much rather have a vanilla bean candle than your sperm.” She grabbed the box and turned away when Gage tried to help. “I can do it myself.”
It was comical watching her juggle the box that reached her chin. She rounded his bike, and Trax cringed when she came inches from knocking into it. Rourke stepped forward, but by his interest, he would probably come to Macy’s rescue before Dobbs’s bike.
Trax watched as she angled herself between Rourke and the bike. She stopped at the door a foot away from Rourke and turned to face him. Not many women other than those at the club, initiated conversation with his brother. Maybe it was his intimidating size or the roughness about him. Rourke hadn’t had an easy life, and it showed.
She smiled at Rourke. “How about you? Interested in a candle for your girlfriend?”
Holy fuck! Trax flattened his lips and watched the show play out. Rourke merely eyed her. He had to give her credit, she had a set on her. She waited, though Trax wasn’t sure if Rourke was going to answer. He raised his brows.
“Don’t have a girlfriend.”
A second passed before Macy nodded with a smile. “Good to know.” She turned and walked down to her car, popping the trunk, and lifting the hood before bending over and placing the box inside. Both Gage and Rourke were appreciating the view.
“Damn, how have I not fucked her yet?” Gage said, and Trax punched his shoulder.
“Christ, man, not her. You fuck with her, and that shit comes back at me.”
Gage laughed, and Trax ignored him as he set his sights back on the bike while Trax noticed Rourke watching Macy.
“Hey, Trax, Chey inside?” Macy shouted from the back door.
He nodded, and she walked in.
They were heading down to the club soon, and he assumed Macy would be coming along. From the stare Rourke had given her, he was probably counting on it.
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She angled her head to get a deeper kiss from Trax. It worked. His chest pushed up against her body, and she was caged in by the wall.
If someone had said she’d one day be in a biker clubhouse making out in public with her biker boyfriend, she would have scoffed at the idea. But here I am.
His hands reached around her back, one sliding across her ass, and she felt his erection press up against her stomach. She grazed her teeth against his tongue, knowing it was a weak spot for him. He groaned in her mouth.
“No fucking in the bar, Trax.”
