Page 39 of Fox (Road Rebels MC 4)
“Asshole,” Bruiser said with a grin.
We all sat around nursing our beers and shooting the shit. It was a good way to unwind after a long fucking day at the shop. Colt was going to talk with Doc about what the hell I needed to do to become a prospect, I knew exactly where the core of the group stood, and I was feeling good with three beers already in my system. The night was going well, and I was ready to have a good time, but the doors to Milo’s flew into the wall as a woman walked through them.
“The fuck?” Grave asked.
“Who the hell thinks they’re hot shit?” Jax asked.
“Well, she thinks she’s a hot little thing,” Bruiser said.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her features were striking. She had wild red hair and fiery green eyes. Pale skin that reminded me of a creamy cup of coffee and curves for fucking days. She walked with a confidence that matched the determination in her eyes, and the way her hips swayed was mesmerizing. I could feel my eyes raking along her body, pulled by an invisible force that was ready to devour her whole. I felt my cock twitching at her sight as the bar fell silent.
Her eyes locked on mine as she made her way for us all.
“Fuck me, she’s got some curves,” Fender said.
“The hell’s wrong with you?” Grave asked. “Look at that hair. I’m all about that hair. I bet my fist would wrap up nicely in it all.”
“She’s got a nice rack,” Jax said.
“I’m more interested in what those lips can do,” Bruiser said.
“What about you, Rider? What part of her do you like?” Jax asked.
But it wasn’t a part of her body that kept me entranced. It was the glimmer in her eye. The confidence she exuded in her step. It was all of it combined into the framework of curves I wanted to sink my teeth into. To sink my lips into.
To sink my cock into.
The guys kept teasing me for answers as the woman walked towards us. She had silenced the entire bar with her entrance as men turned their heads from their dates to look at her. She was one of those women whose confidence ushered her into a room. She walked with her head held high knowing she had the attention of the room.
She slid into the barstool next to me, her eyes holding mine as the bartender came up to her.
“What’ll it be?” the bartender asked.
“Whatever beer’s on special,” the young woman said.
“You didn’t strike me as a beer drinker,” I said.
“Yeah? And what kind of drink did you think I would enjoy?” she asked.
The bartender slid her a glass bottle beer, and she caught it in her hand. Without even fucking looking at it.
“I don’t know. A fireball?” I asked with a grin.
“That a quip on my hair? Good one,” she said.
“I’ve got more if you’re interested.”
“Assume I am, Clever Boy.”
“Boy?” I asked. “What makes you think I’m a boy?”
“Your charm,” she said with a grin.
She was a spitfire, that much was for sure. She sipped on her beer, her lips wrapping around the tip. I felt my legs pulling taut, imagining her luscious tongue wrapping around the head of my cock. Licking off the precome I knew would ooze for her if I ever got the chance to press my body against hers.
Fuck, Colt was really missing out on this one.
Silence settled onto all of us as we quietly sipped our drinks. I didn’t want the guys to think I was going to ditch them for a little bit of pussy. I was here to secure the idea of my becoming a prospect. Which meant keeping my attention turned on them.
But every time I looked their way, they kept giving me these insane looks.
“Hey, you guys wanna go shoot some pool?” Bruiser asked.
“I’m in,” Fender said.
“Get me a stick ready,” Grave said. “I gotta piss.”
“Don’t get lost,” I said. “Pretty sure our friend’s slumped against a wall or something.”
“Or found some chick to bang,” Jax said.
“That, too,” I said. “You guys go enjoy yourselves. I’ll be over in a bit.”
“Take your time,” Bruiser said.
He couldn’t have made it more fucking obvious if someone had painted ‘stay the fuck there’ on his damn forehead in red ink.
I chuckled and shook my head as the guys walked away. It left just me and the fireball at the bar, nursing our drinks in silence. Now that the guys were gone and Colt still wasn’t anywhere to be seen, I drew a deep breath through my nose and turned my body towards her.
I grinned when our eyes connected, and I knew I was going to have her.
No matter what I had to do tonight, I was going to sink my cock into this luscious woman.
Chapter 4
Zoey
I busted into Milo’s and began looking around. I was prepared to eat and drink alone tonight, but a part of me didn’t want to. I hadn’t come back home to sit alone in my parent’s house pathetically applying for jobs and hoping one called. I had come back to bond with my brother. To learn about his life. To help my parents and to make friends of my own volition. I looked around for my brother, trying to find him amongst the sea of people who were settling down in hushed tones.
But I couldn’t see him, or anyone else for that matter.
It didn’t shock me that I didn’t recognize anyone. Even if some of the guys were in here, I would have no idea what they looked like. I hadn’t seen most of them in years. Since before I had graduated high school. Colt shielded me from that lifestyle as much as he could, so I had only met some of them a handful of times. I used to think it was because he was ashamed of me. He didn’t want his geeky sister mingling with his cool ass friends.
I came to understand, however, that it was because he was trying to protect me.
I wasn’t ignorant. I knew what the life of a motorcycle gang entailed. It wasn’t glamorous like most people thought and it required a lot of slick work to fly underneath the radar. Illegal activities that lined their pockets with money and fall guys who willingly spent months-- sometimes years-- in jail for the club they gave their life to. Men in clubs like The Fallen Reapers traded solitude and normal lives for adrenaline, freedom, and lifelong bonds.
But that shit came with a price.
It always did.
After looking around the bar and not recognizing anyone, I scanned for a place to sit. I thought about leaving. Going back home and cooking dinner instead. I had purchased steaks and a head of broccoli as well as potatoes to make a creamy, whipped concoction of potatoes, sour cream, cheese, and bacon. It would be easy to throw together, and I could set plates aside for Mom and Dad
.
But I could just as easily get to-go trays for them from here.
I decided to stay just in case my brother showed up. I hadn’t seen him at all since I’d gotten home and I got the distinct impression that he was avoiding me. Even though we patched things up over the years and even though he came to my graduation, it still felt like he was trying to erase me.
And if he didn’t want to come over to the house, then I would simply inhabit the places I knew he enjoyed until he showed up.
I found an empty place up at the bar that suited me just fine. People were staring at me. Men were raking their eyes up and down my body. And while most women would roll their eyes and scoff, I drank it all in. It reminded me of my job in college. Of the connections I made and the men I served and the protected atmosphere they created. Yes, they were dogs. Whistling at me and tapping me on the ass so I could secure a nicer tip. But if shit ever started in that bar, they were the first to jump to my rescue. The first to throw themselves in the line of fire to make sure I was okay. They worked hard, and they partied hard, but they defended those they cared for hard as well.
I never took it to heart. Especially when it lined my pockets with money that helped save up to help my parents.
I rolled my shoulders back and started for the bar, my eyes settling on the man I was going to be sitting beside. His frame was strong, and his hair was dark. It accented the sun-kissed element of his skin as he talked with the guys that sat beside him. They were all murmuring to one another as their eyes traveled my body. But his eyes were different.
His eyes stayed connected with mine. Never once dropped to my breasts or my ass or my thighs.
I sat down beside him, my eyes taking him in. His posture was unassuming. Unguarded in a way the rest of the guys weren’t. There was something familiar about the entire situation. There was something familiar behind the hazel eyes staring back at me. The bartender approached us and asked me for my order, peeling my attention away from the handsome man beside me.
