Page 54 of Snake (Road Rebels MC 3)
Long blond hair that grazed the sides of her arms. She had it neatly parted in the center, and tucked in behind her ears. Her hair shone like spun gold, smooth and silky. Her eyes were large and blue, the color of a clear summer sky.
She was in a short printed pink dress, with a fitted red leather jacket on top, to match the wine colored ankle boots she had on. Her legs were endlessly long, her waist was slender, just like her shoulders. She had the most delicious bow-shaped lips.
I realized I was staring when she caught my eye, and I looked away. She could be someone’s woman here, and I didn’t want to piss any of the guys off by checking out their old lady.
It was when she came over and sat down beside me at the bar, that I got a whiff of her feminine floral perfume. It made me giddy with desire. Or was it the alcohol?
Ever since I’d returned from Iraq, I had barely even looked at a woman. It seemed like I had no interested in fucking anymore. Big boobs did nothing for me, the lure of a wet pussy had nothing to offer. It had been all about my leg, all about getting better. That was all I had focused my energy on. The only woman in my life for the past year; had been my physical therapist and she was my best friend’s girlfriend and one of the sweetest girls I knew.
So this woman sitting beside me, with her long legs crossed on the bar stool, her golden hair flipped over her shoulder, with earrings dangling in her hair—stumped me. I didn’t know why I had the reaction I was having. What was so different about her, other than her smashing body and suckable lips, that made my blood run hot in my veins?
There were hundreds of smoking hot women I’d bumped into and seen in the past year, why had this one, sitting beside me at the bar, suddenly woken me up?
Chapter 4
Quinn
I had walked into the Rusty Pelican with a big fat smile on my face, expecting to be greeted with open arms by people, or at least my father. What I found at the bar instead, was a place full of men whom I didn’t recognize.
I shouldn’t have been surprised though, I hadn’t been here in several years, perhaps last when I was a teenager. After I left Long Beach, my association with this place became even more estranged.
I had a pretty fair idea that all my dad’s friends were much older by now, and chances were that they didn’t hang around the bar that often anymore. Now when I walked in, I saw that the men here were younger, closer to my age, even though they were all wearing the same sort of leather jackets that my dad and his friends used to wear, with the same patch on their backs. I couldn’t see my dad around.
I weaved around the tables, looking to see if I could catch a familiar face. Nothing really had changed about the Rusty Pelican, it was still full of men with tattoos and beards and in leather jackets. There were still muscle cars and Harleys parked outside. My dad clearly entertained the same strain of crowd.
I shook my head as I sat down on a stool at the bar. That smile was creeping back up on my lips again. How did my dad, who ran a place like this, manage to buy a house in a neighborhood like ours? I had always had a feeling that my father was involved in more stuff than he would let on. But I had never really asked him about it. How had he managed to keep me apart from this aspect of his life? But the bar seemed to be doing as good as before. Men were playing pool, scantily clad women were serving drinks, the music was metal and grunge, and I bobbed my head, realizing that I had always quite enjoyed this music. Another one of my traits that had shocked all my college friends.
“Vodka on the rocks, please,” I said to the tattooed bartender, who was looking at me up and down. It was obvious that he didn’t know who I was, and I wasn’t surprised that I was attracting a lot of stares in a place like this. For everyone at the bar right now, I was just an ordinary girl, who had walked in and didn’t look like I belonged. I smiled to myself, wondering how shocked everyone here would be when they found out that I was the owner’s daughter.
My drink arrived, and I thanked and paid the man, before bringing the cold glass to my lips. This was the first time in my life that I had ordered a drink at my dad’s bar, and I was sitting here, drinking it! How surprised and stunned was he going to be when he saw me? I bit down on my lip and looked to the side.
Beside me was a man, who I had noticed earlier. I’d caught his eye when I was weaving around the tables and walking towards the bar. He had looked away then and was now talking to some other guys. They were loud and talkative, and I could sense that they were making jokes about women. I was aware that it was the kind of talk that went on in a place like this.
Something about this mystery man though, made me look at him again. He didn’t stand out in a place like this, although he would have turned a lot of heads in my neighborhood.
He was tall, with masculine broad shoulders and a wide chest. He was in a leather jacket too, and dark jeans. His hair was dark and shaggy, with some strands falling over his dark eyes. It added a boyish charm to him, despite his dark scruffy beard and muscular build.
I couldn’t stop myself from looking him over. He had strong muscular legs, and even through his jacket; I could sense that he had bulging biceps and a flat stomach hiding. I could see a tattoo creeping up his neck. He was a tough guy, a biker…not the kind of man I usually went for.
He was the kind of man that my dad and his friends would have looked like in their youth, and as much as I adored my father; I had just never thought that they were the kind of men for me. The handful of boyfriends I had till now; none of whom had been serious, had all been clean shaven, athletically built guys with good SATs. This guy, with his loud laugh and large hands, and the thick silver rings on his fingers; did not strike me as the kind of guy who had ever sat for any exams.
I gulped and looked away from him. I had a sudden image in my head, of his hands on my waist, his body pinning me to the wall behind the bar, his lips on my breasts while the bottles of alcohol and glasses came crashing down from the shelves.
I had to press my legs together because there was a throbbing in my core. I was fantasizing about this man standing right next to me, and I could feel my cheeks flushing. The back of my neck had grown hot.
I took a large sip of my vodka, hoping that the drink would settle my stomach and stop it from doing flips. Just one look at this guy beside me and my body was already doing somersaults. He wasn’t even the kind of guy I usually went for, he had barely even looked at me!
I tried to focus on my drink, to force myself to not look at him again. I couldn’t help it though, I chanced a look at him again, he was still talking to his friends. I watched his lips on the mouth of the beer bottle. I imagined those lips in between my legs, and I pressed my eyes close and looked away from him.
I felt like I was suddenly going insane!
Chapter 5
Marco
I had to talk to her, if I didn’t, I felt like I was going to burst a vein or something. The guys had been standing around me, without giving me a chance to speak to her, but now thankfully, they decided to go play pool. I declined their offer and remained standing beside my stool instead.
It wasn’t until the guys had crowded around the pool table, with Hunter and the rest, that I turned to the girl. I had sensed her looking at me too, but I couldn’t be sure if she was just curious or if she was checking me out.
“What is a girl like you, doing in a place like this?” I asked her and took a long sip of my drink. She was sitting with her legs crossed on the stool beside me, with a glass of vodka in her hands. Her blue eyes sparkled and grew wider when I spoke to her like she had been waiting to be spoken to.
“Just getting a drink, though I’m not sure what kind of a girl you think I am,” she said, and I noticed her soft sultry voice. It matched her delicate features.
“I think you’re the kind of girl who would be offended if I told her how hot she is,” I said, and I surprised myself with my own words. When was the last time I had flirted with someone? And so directly! This girl had set my blood on fire, and I was doing and
saying things that weren’t like me.
She laughed lightly and tucked a few strands of her angelic blond hair behind her ears.
“Is that what you’re telling me?” she asked, and she looked down at her lap shyly. Her cheeks were flushed, and I could see that she was pleased with the compliment I had given her. My cock was already throbbing in my pants. No woman, in recent times, had this effect on me. There was something so pure about this girl. She reminded me of everything good in this world, the kind of things I had gone to war for, to protect and defend.
“You are gorgeous, and you better leave before someone does something stupid,” I said, and I realized now that I was leaning towards her. I caught a whiff of her perfume again, and I had to clench my jaws to stop myself from lunging at her. My cock was the one that was doing all the talking here.
She smiled and met my eyes. Her own blue ones were clouded and glazed over. I saw her stick her small bubblegum tongue out to lick her lips, and I was watching her every movement with my eyes. We both knew exactly what was going on. We wanted each other. A spark had gone off in us, and I looked down at her breasts, stopping myself in time from salivating.
“What makes you think that I don’t want to do something stupid myself?” she asked, and slowly, she slipped one leg off the stool and then the other. She was standing up, and I noticed how much shorter than me she was.
I couldn’t even think of anything to say to that. She was walking away from me now, her drink was still on the bar counter, and she was headed in the direction of the bathroom.
I watched her go. Her curvy plump ass moved in her dress, and I knew for sure that my cock was tenting my jeans now. She had one hand on the door of the toilets, and I looked over the heads of some guys to see that she had turned to look at me. Her eyes were sparkling, she was biting down on her lip. She had given me every possible sign to follow her, and I did.
I took one long gulp of my beer, and I followed her into the bathroom.
I pushed the door open, to see her standing in the middle of the room, with her arms to the side. I shut the door behind me and locked it. The others could fuck right off. I needed to make the most of this crazy moment when I had the chance.
