Page 5 of Oz (Marked Skulls MC 4)
“You’ve written down the order already, now you can’t take it back. If I hate the waffles, you’ll owe me,” I said. Kaya was still blushing, playing with the curls strewn around her face.
“Owe you what?” she asked, and my gaze traveled down to her plump pink lips.
“I’ll think of something to make up for it,” I said with a smirk and she shook her head lightly.
“I have a feeling this is some kind of trap,” she said.
“A trap? How could you think that of me?” I forced a mock-offended voice, which made her smile again.
“My mistake. I’m sure you’re as innocent as a daisy. I’ll be back with your food,” she said, picking the menu up from the table. I wanted to reach out and touch her, hold her hand—but I didn’t. I wasn’t going to scare her away.
“I’ll be counting down the minutes,” I said.
Throwing me another one of her dazzling smiles, Kaya walked away from me and once again, I couldn’t look away. I didn’t care about the food anymore. I wasn’t even hungry. All I wanted was to talk to her again.
The wait seemed to last a lifetime. Kaya returned with the big plate of waffles and she was right, they did look good.
“I made sure Chef made it the best he’s ever done. You can’t possibly have any complaints about it,” she told me, as she put the plate down in front of me.
“I’m not really a waffles kinda guy, so I won’t be the best judge,” I said. It was true. I might have been a kid when I last had waffles. But I couldn’t deny it now that she’d specifically suggested it.
“Waffles are happy food,” she commented, stepping back.
“Is that why you like it?”
Kaya didn’t reply. She stood there, grinning…like she was waiting for me to try it. I cut myself a fat piece and popped it in my mouth. Her green eyes seemed to grow even wider as she waited for me to give her the verdict.
“You have to be honest!” she exclaimed. There was a giggle in her voice.
“It’s great. Thanks for the recommendation,” I said, when I was done chewing. And it was true. They were really good.
Kaya smiled and turned to walk away.
“Looks like it’s me who owes you, now,” I said, and she stopped. “For this great experience.”
Kaya chewed on her lip.
“It’s my job.”
“You do it very well,” I told her. She blushed again and rushed away this time before I could add anything else. I watched her go, her hips swinging, and as I ate the rest of my food—I kept my eyes firmly fixed on her.
Kaya worked around the diner, and every now and again, looked over at me. She knew I was watching her, and I knew she was thinking of me too. Whatever it was, there was a connection between us. I needed her body. I needed to taste her and be inside her.
I had to possess Kaya.
After I was done, I checked my watch and realized I needed to head back to T-Bone. I had to hold one last meeting with the prospects before we headed out to the docks for the night.
Kaya came up to clear the table as I stood. I’d left a large tip for her, which she hadn’t picked up yet.
“I hope you enjoyed your meal, Oz,” she said and stepped aside to give me room to leave.
“You have no idea,” I replied.
Kaya blushed again and made to walk away.
“I’ll be back soon. You better not go anywhere!” I growled and she looked at me over her shoulder. Kaya didn’t say anything, neither did she nod, but from the look in her eyes I could sense she was looking forward to it as well.
I couldn’t wait to see her again.
Chapter 8
Kaya
I watched as Oz left. He’d also left a big tip for me on his table, instead of his phone number, which is what I’d hoped for. I wasn’t sure if he would return like he said he would.
Didn’t he have a far different life from me?
Maybe he even had a girlfriend. Or maybe he wasn’t the girlfriend type. Would I want to be with a man who was only interested in a quickie in the back alley?
Somehow, the more I thought about Oz, I didn’t seem to care what he wanted from me…it was all about what I wanted from him. I stood there watching him through the windows of the diner, crossing the street to his bar.
I was daydreaming about him, about us. For those few moments, I’d forgotten all about the fact that I was in a workplace, that I had a job to do. I stared at him, dreaming about what it would feel like to be on his bike, to wrap my arms around his rock-hard body. Feel the strength and weight of his chest pressed up against my breasts.
Was I wet?
I looked around ashamedly, embarrassed that someone might somehow read my mind. I could feel the wet stickiness in my panties. Just the thought of being with him, on his bike—had made me feel like this. What would it feel like to actually physically be with him?
I chewed on my lip, trying to push those thoughts out of my head.
“So?”
It was Melody’s voice that snapped me out of my thoughts.
I whipped around to find her standing there behind me, her hands on her hips.
“Huh?”
I was still dazed.
“What was he like?” she asked me. I gulped, trying to get my thoughts in order again. From the way Melody was glaring at me, I had a feeling she knew exactly what was on my mind.
“He was nice.”
“Nice?”
I brushed past her, heading for the kitchen again and she followed me.
“Yes, he was actually nice. As hard and tough as he looked on the outside, he was actually more polite and more thoughtful than most of the people who come in here.”
Melody sighed aloud.
“You like him, don’t you?” she asked, and I turned to her.
“You’re jumping the gun here, Mel. I don’t know what I think. I will probably never see him again.”
Melody tipped her head to one side as she watched me.
“Yeah, maybe you won’t. Or, maybe he liked what he saw too and he’ll be back for more very soon.”
Her words reminded me of what Oz had said when he wa
s leaving. I couldn’t hold the smile back. She saw it and shook her head, but she was smiling too.
“If that guy makes you blush like this, then maybe he does deserve you.”
I bit down hard on my bottom lip as Melody and I stood smiling at each other. Maybe she could tell just the kind of effect Oz had on me, and she was happy for me.
Chapter 9
Oz
It was midnight and we were at the docks. Just as planned, Dash and I carried out the handover with the Cubans, while the rest of the prospects and Abe oversaw the collection and storage. Some guys were posted at the parking lot as a lookout.
Everything was going smoothly. Diego, our Cuban contact for this shipment, helped me pry open a crate in the shipping container. The weapons were stored in a false bottom of the crates, helping us sneak everything by customs.
“So where did these come from?” I asked Diego, as well pulled at the wood.
“We struck a deal a new supplier in Mexico. So, all of the shipments from now on, will be coming from there.”
I smiled as I pulled out an AR15 from the crate. I had no fucking clue who Diego’s supplier was. And honestly, I didn’t really care who he got his weapons from. Diego was able to get us the weapons we needed without us having to figure out having to get them into the country. Which is why our deal with him and the Cubans was so important to upkeep.
“There’s lots more packed up in the rest of these crates,” Diego said.
“Perfect, let’s get them loaded into our truck.”
Dash and I helped Diego load the crates into the truck. Once everything was loaded, I turned to Diego to thank him.
“It’s a pleasure doing business with you, as always Diego,” I reached out and handed him a full envelop of cash. He smiled and took it from me.
“We should have another shipment ready to go in a couple of weeks. I’ll be in contact with you when it is ready.”
I was satisfied with the way things had gone. This meant that Abe would finally let me handle this on my own going forward. I would not need his supervision anymore.
All of the sudden, a gun shot rang out near the parking lot.
