Page 14 of Sin for You

They finally left and I smiled as Dot bustled over to me, looking more than ready to get going. “Are you sure you’re okay to stay until closing?”

I smiled. “Of course. You have a great night.”

“I’m planning on it!” She turned to leave then glanced back. “Hey, I don’t know if you’ve been around guys like that before,” she said, motioning with her head to the table of bikers. “But you have to be careful. Don’t show interest in any of them unless you are actually interested, okay? These guys don’t fuck around. They’re kind of scary. I mean, Bull would never let anyone touch us or whatever, but it would cause problems for him if he had to take one down, you know?”

Take one down?

Okay, now I was nervous. The Ramblers had been in the bar before now of course, but I hadn’t actually had to serve any of them. My gaze flicked over to the table full of men. “It’s fine,” I said unconvincingly. “I’m not looking to replace my asshole ex with an outlaw biker.”

She chuckled. “Good call.”

Dot left, and since she’d just delivered them fresh drinks, I got busy wiping down the tables, all of which were empty. When that was done, I headed over to Bull’s table and started clearing away glasses.

Bull’s gaze came to me and stayed, boring into me the whole time. I ignored him and the other looks from around the table. Especially from the guy sitting at the far end. His gaze had come to me several times during the night. And thanks to Dot’s warning, I was quietly freaking out.

Bull will keep you safe.

There was that old chestnut about not judging a book by its cover. I was trying to remember that as I loaded my tray with empties. I mean, these rough-looking men sitting around the table were Bull’s friends. Okay, yeah, seeing him sitting there looking right at home with these guys kind of blew my mind, but Bull was a good guy. That had to mean they weren’t all bad, right?

They could be perfectly nice men.

“Bring us another round, would you, sweetheart?” Dice said.

I smiled, doing my best to be welcoming and friendly. This was the man who’d had Bull’s back in prison. I was more thankful for that than he would ever know. “Sure thing.”

I went to walk away and one of the other guys, the one who I’d noticed looking at me earlier, grabbed my hand. “Why don’t you have a drink with me?” he said and patted his lap. “I’ve got a comfy seat for you right here.”

Bull’s chair scraped on the floor. “Drinks, Quinn,” he said, voice nothing but gravel.

I rushed to do what he said, taking the out he’d given me, and worked at slowing my racing heart as I loaded my tray with fresh beers and hurried back to deliver them.

I was beside Bull when I finished handing them out and the guy who’d offered me a “seat” patted his lap again and winked at me. “Come here, honey.”

That’s when Bull grabbed my hand and tugged me closer, lifted me off my feet, and planted me in his own lap. “She’s got a seat,” he said to the biker across the table.

Dice laughed.

I stiffened. This was…I didn’t know what this was. I started to pull away, but Bull held me firm.

“She yours?” Dice said, grinning.

Bull squeezed my hip. “Yeah,” he growled.

Um…what now?

I tried to spin toward him, but his grip stayed firm on me. I wanted to push out of his lap and run for the door, but I stayed where I was because these guys were scary.

“’Bout time you settled down, brother. There’s only so many random bitches a man can fuck before it gets old.”

“That’s ’cause you’re whipped,” one of the younger men at the table said.

Dice crossed his arms. “It’s ’cause I’m a man not a fucking boy. Nothing like going home to your old lady at the end of the night, knowing she’ll be there waiting for you.”

Several of the older men at the table nodded.

Dice’s gaze came to me. “You look like you’d be a nice soft place to land.”

I forced a smile but I was struggling to breathe. Bull’s hands were still on me, the heat of his body seeping through my clothes. My pulse was racing and my skin was tingling. I needed to get the hell away.