Page 6 of Sly (Dragon Riders MC 5)
But, when someone tapped me on the shoulder, I knew it was game time.
“What?” I whispered.
Bowser came up to my side. “They’re here.”
With a nod, I turned on my heels and made my way for the main bar area. I knew the guys wanted to get Chains in on the game so they could try to read him. Try to get him into a scenario where he’d be bluffing so we could figure out his ticks and tells. But when I stepped into the bar area, my eyes didn’t fall onto Chains.
They fell onto the woman at his side.
I clocked both of their fingers, and neither of them had wedding rings on. So, he hadn’t brought a wife, which was good news for me. Not that I’d care if she was his wife in the first place. Wouldn’t have been the first time a taken woman wanted a taste of the ol’ carnival ride. But even with the way they stood with one another, I could tell she wasn’t even his girlfriend.
Though, they did look a bit alike.
He brought his sister?
As I made my way for them, my eyes raked over her body. Over the beautifully-toned legs flexing in red heels that trickled up to a leather miniskirt that practically made my mouth water. And those red heels of hers? Well, they matched the strap of her bra as well as her lips. Her off-the-shoulder shirt fell so far down her body I saw the softest slope of the top of her breast, and damn it, I wanted to mark it with my teeth.
I wanted to rip that entire outfit off her, bend her over one of these tables, and take what I had already claimed as my own.
Her dazzling green eyes locked with mine as I approached, and I saw her studying me with a grin against her cheeks. And oh, how that grin lit up the rest of her face. Her cute little button nose wrinkled with curiosity as I approached. Her entire body turned my way, and already I saw her nipples poking through that pathetic little bra of hers. She wanted me, all right. And I wanted her.
So, tonight I’d have her.
Just like I got everything else I wanted out of life.
Even her dyed black hair called to me, with her blonde roots softly poking out at the scalp of her head. She looked like just enough trash for my taste, and I adored it. I licked my lips and gave her one more up-down with my eyes. Then, I turned to face Chains.
Who gave me what I could only assume was a death stare.
Yep. This is his sister, all right.
“You play poker?” I asked.
Chains’ eyes locked with mine as he stepped in front of his sister. “Yep. Sure do.”
I nodded. “Come with me.”
“Come on, Tara,” he murmured.
I held my finger up. “Uh, uh, uh. She stays out here. I can make sure she gets herself a drink and a nice meal.”
“You’ll stay away from her.”
She shoved him softly. “I can take care of myself, you know.”
I grinned. “Poker or bust. And she stays out here. Got it?”
Chains’ nostrils flared as he looked over at his sister. “Got it. But if anything happens to her—”
I held up my hands. “I’m an innocent man, Chains. Might want to start regarding me as such.”
I winked at him before I turned my back. But not before I got one last look at his grinning sister. And after ushering him into the quietest, yet most intense, poker game we had ever hosted, I found my way back out to the bar.
Where that beautiful woman leaned against the bar.
“So,” I said as I approached her, “you’re Chains’ sister.”
She giggled. “What makes you think that?”
I shrugged. “Lack of a wedding ring, or any sort of interaction with him that would put you two as a romantic couple. Plus, the two of you have similar facial structures.”
She nodded as she reached for her beer. “Observant.”
I grinned. “Been known to be that a time or two. Beer as well for me, thanks.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “Please.”
“What?”
She leveled her eyes with me. “You forgot to say ‘please.’”
I looked over at the bartender and he dipped his head to keep from chuckling at me. But if the woman wanted politeness, then that’s what she’d get.
“One beer for me, please,” I said with a shit-eating smile.
The girl raised her beer bottle. “To manners.”
“And speaking of manners, I haven’t gotten your name yet.”
She sipped her beer. “Because I haven’t given it.”
“Want to give it a go? Maybe you’ve got a name as beautiful as your eyes.”
She giggled. “You read that off a fortune cookie somewhere?”
The bartender snickered behind the bar before he turned his back and started cleaning something up on the liquor shelves.
“Look, I’m here for my brother and that’s it. Said he needed help with some bullshit or whatever, so I’m here to get some drinks and eat some fries,” she said.
