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“Priest’s a fucking pussy.”
“Priest is probably the hottest one out of all of you.”
At first, he looks shocked, but that disappears quickly and he smiles. “You’re kind of an asshole, Cora. Did you know that?”
“Sure did.”
“Perfect. So I’m the hot one and you’re the asshole.”
“I’d say we’re a match.”
TWATKNOT
I helpher into her leather jacket, appreciating how it hugs her curves. It looks good on her.
My patch would look even better.
The thought escapes before I can rein it in. Even I know there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that she would be ready for that conversation. I don’t even know ifI’mready for that conversation, seeing as we’re barely even anusat this point. And once I tell her that Judge has called me back home, I have no idea where we’ll stand.
You need to man up and tell her, asshole.
Guilt has been eating away at me for not telling her yet. And with tonight going so perfectly, my guilt has grown into an aching pain, gnawing away at my insides.
“What did you think?” she asks.
“It was good.” The brewery she’d suggested had an awesome atmosphere, and even better beer. Normally, I wouldn’t be a huge fan of the local craft shit, but those guys know their beer as well as their food. “Best damn steak I’ve had in a long time.”
“Aren’t you glad we didn’t go to that roadhouse you wanted to try?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I mutter, nudging her with my shoulder.
She straightens her jacket and catches me staring. “What?”
“Can’t a man stare at a beautiful woman?”
“Did one come in?” she teases, looking behind her.
Stepping forward, I thread my fingers through her long, dark hair and kiss her. Her hands grip my biceps as I pull her closer, deepening the kiss.
Someone behind us clears their throat.
Shit.I’d been so lost in her, I’d almost forgotten that we’re standing in the middle of the restaurant with a very engrossed audience.
Cora pulls away first, a familiar blush of pink rising on her cheeks as she bites down on her swollen lip. “We should go.”
“We should.” My voice is hoarse, and deeper than usual. Before I step away, I press my lips to her ear and whisper, “I’m going to fuck you in nothing but this leather jacket and those fucking heels.”
The pink in her cheeks flame to a fiery red, making me feel quite proud of myself for flustering her.
Throwing my arms around her shoulders, I lead her out the doors and toward the parking lot. My mind is swirling with all the filthy things I have planned for her once we get back to the motel. Delicious things that would have her pissing off all of the neighbors when she comes around my cock.
Cora suddenly stops dead in her tracks, pulling me to a halt.
I barely have time to register her reaction when I see a motherfucker with a death wish sitting astride my bike.
Big Dick, President of the Screwballs MC, South Dakota chapter.
“Have a nice date?” he asks, baring his teeth in a nasty grin. Cora's arm trembles around my waist, and I want to reassure her that it’s going to be okay, but I’m not taking my eyes off this motherfucker.
