Page 6 of Puck (The Lost Boys MC)
So, I parked my bike behind the bar and headed inside.
I shook the thought of Ruby and Diego together from my mind as I walked in through the back door. This area of town wasn’t a place I usually frequented, but I was glad to be here nonetheless. I stood in the back of the bar and drew in the scene of the dive bar around me. I was surrounded by college kids celebrating the apparent win at the Padre’s game. I cracked my neck as my boots clunked across the floor, making my way toward a booth in the corner where the lamp overhead was busted. I enjoyed being shrouded in darkness. It felt like home to me.
Even though this bar certainly didn’t.
Still, it felt good to be outside of my typical haunts where no one recognized me. That meant the likelihood of the Banderas Cartel seeking me out here was slim to none, which took a very serious weight off my shoulders. I eased myself into the booth seat with my back to the bar and my eyes facing the front door. I wanted to clock anyone and everyone that walked through those doors while I kept my side-eye trained on the entrance I had come through.
And after taking stock of all the ways I could quickly exit this place, I raised my hand.
“Be right with ya!” a girl cried out.
I nodded my head and leaned back against the worn booth cushion. Bass thumped from the speakers, and I chuckled as some of the college kids started dancing around me. As the thumping bass kept time with my beating heart, my muscles relaxed.
My pulse dropped into a comfortable zone.
The rest of my stress lifted from my shoulders.
And before I knew it, that cute little voice that had yelled at me earlier appeared at my side. “What can I getcha, handsome?!”
I looked up at the petite blonde who wasn’t at all my type. She had way too much makeup on her face and not a single curve on her body. But she would do for now.
“Just a beer.”
She scribbled on her notepad. “Anything else?”
I blinked. “Got any food?”
She pointed to the small stand-up menu in the corner. “Mostly finger foods.”
I peeked over at the small menu. “One of each.”
She scribbled again on her pad. “Comin’ right up!”
My gun pressed against my hip as it sat in the holster inside the waistband of my jeans. While I was rebellious to a fault, I certainly wasn’t stupid. I knew how to wear my piece without my cut and still keep it concealed so I didn’t cause mass panic wherever I went. I watched the petite little girl with a bow in her hair flounce off and pass my order to the bartender. When the woman looked over at me, I could’ve sworn she tossed me a wink.
So, I waved my fingers at her and flashed her my best smile.
Because if I had my way tonight, she’d be cumming on the back of my bike before I made my way back to the clubhouse.
The blonde came back with a glass-bottle beer and two of the five plates of food I had ordered. The onion rings smelled deliciously unhealthy and the bacon-and-cheese-smothered fries called my name. I took a long pull from my drink before squirting ketchup all over my onion rings, then plucked them one by one from the plate and shoved them into my mouth.
And that was when they walked through the front door.
With my beer paused halfway to my face and ketchup trickling down my chin, the most angelic woman sauntered her way into the bar. Her fiery red hair was wavy and bounced all the way down past her voluptuous tits. The short little dress she had on ruffled against the middle of her thick thighs and my mouth salivated. Her sparkling forest green eyes darted around the room, seemingly on the prowl as her friend escorted her right up to the bar.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Even as my waitress set another beer in front of me with a plate of stuffed mushrooms, I couldn't pull away from her beauty. I’d never seen a woman walk as confidently or carry herself with such an air of poise before. The smattering of freckles against her nose and cheeks trickled down her neck, my mouth itching for a taste.
And while I wasn’t sure how the hell I’d accomplish it, I knew I’d found my woman for the night.
All I had to do was convince her that I was the man of her dreams.
Four
Brigid
“You know I’m not going to let you default on our deal, right?” I asked.
Maggie nodded as she drove her car. “Hey, I promised you a gourmet dinner next week, and that’s exactly what you’ll get.”
“But no broccoli, though.”
