“You stayin’ at the clubhouse or you rainin’ hell down on the hotels this year?” I ask with a chuckle. Smokey just smiles back at me.
“Clubhouse would be nice, but we got rooms already. Don’t plan on goin’ to jail while I’m out here if I can help it.”
“Heard that, brother. Glad you guys made it out here,” I tell him when I see her. She looks unsure of herself or what she’s doing. It’s sexy as fuck on her, too. My eyes stay on her as she looks around but doesn’t see me yet. Smokey notices, slapping a hand on my shoulder before he walks away. When she turns and blows out a breath, she finally spots me. It’s like an electrical shock zapping through the air between us. She can’t deny there is something there. Whether it’s just lust and want, that’s to be decided. She looks up at me under those long lashes, and fuck, my cock responds. She’s a small thing. Can’t be any taller than five foot five, if that, but she has curves that make my mouth water. She isn’t a stick figure like some of the club whores and I think that’s what makes her so damn appealing to me. I slowly stroll toward her as she holds the bag tightly in her hands.
“You came,” I say smoothly, like I already knew she would.
“You asked me to. Why?”
“Why not? Thought we might hang out. Maybe you could show me how to use that whip you made,” I tell her. Her full lips tip up at the edges, but she doesn’t allow herself to smile fully.
“You think that by sweet talking me and buying one of my whips that you can get all the goodies?” Her eyebrow rises as I smirk. Damn, I think I like her even more now.
“This is Bike Fest. It’s a little like Vegas,” I tell her.
“Oh yeah? How is that?”
“What happens here stays here.” Her tongue sneaks out running across her lips and my cock strains against my jeans. Fab steps closer to me, her small body dwarfed by mine but that doesn’t cause her to falter. She keeps her head held high; her eyes locked on mine.
“You bought a product, not the maker. This body,” she says running her hand down her curves and back up over her breast, “isn’t for sale.”
Reaching out I grab her hand and pull it to my chest. “I don’t see a ring.”
“Did you see a for sale sign?” she challenges me. Damn, this girl is getting me all kinds of hard.
“No, but I sure as hell would like a test drive,” I tell her. This time she does smile and it’s breathtaking.
“I’ll hang out with you. Watch the band, have a drink, and if you’re a good boy, I might even let you cop a feel. But that’s as far as it goes,” she says firmly. I watch her eyes knowing damn good and well that if I wanted to take her, I could.
“Challenge accepted,” I tell her. Her smile is big and beautiful.
“That wasn’t a challenge.”
“I think it was.”
“Want to put a wager on that?” Damn, look at her.
“What do you want to wager?”
“You win and you somehow convince me to let you taste what I have to offer, I give it freely. I’ll even give you that test drive,” she says in a sexy tone. She has to know she’s fucking with my head and my cock right now.
“And if you win?” I ask.
“If I win, you settle for watching me get myself off.” Her boldness is sexy. She thinks she has me by the balls here, but she doesn’t. I smirk at her and nod my head.
“You got a deal, darlin’.” Bringing her hand to my lips, I press a kiss to it before she pulls back.
“Buy me a beer, biker boy.”
“Oh, come on now. That’s the easy stuff. Where’s the challenge in that?” I ask, smirking down at her. She watches me for a long second before her lips curl into a smile.
“Okay but I’ll warn you. I can hold my liquor. I’m not one of those tipsy after two drinks kind of girls,” she says with a smile that could melt hearts. Fuck, this girl is something else.
“You think so?” I step closer to her, watching her for any kind of reaction. I don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe I was expecting her to give in like most women do, but in the last three minutes of standing here with her I realize she isn’t most women.
“I know men like you.” That sentence intrigues me. I cock my head to the side and stare down at her waiting for her to elaborate on that, but she doesn’t. Instead, she tries to step back, but I don’t let her. I counter her steps as the crowd begins to go wild. The band must have come out on stage, but my eyes are fixated on my prey.
Reaching out, I grab her around the back of her neck and pull her closer to me. I lean down so that my lips are right next to her ear and whisper, “What are men like me?” With my tongue, I flick her earlobe, not missing the little moan.
“Men who think they can have anything and everything at their fingertips. Men who think they can take what they want without a single thought. Men like you,” she says into my ear before doing the same thing I just did to hers. I close my eyes and inhale the sweet scent of strawberries that drifts from her skin.
“You have no fuckin’ idea what men like me do.”
Chapter Three
He walked away. Sly walked off and left me standing here after I said that to him. I’m stunned. Almost shocked to be honest. I didn’t think he would walk off. I assumed he would have accepted the challenge and come at me harder, but he didn’t. Now I stand with my arms crossed over my chest watching as people dance and drink while the band plays. Sly is in the middle of it all with a smile on his face and a little blonde wrapped around his body.
“Well that isn’t working in your favor,” Deb yells over the music. I just ignore her. His eyes have met mine more than once, but I stand my ground. I won’t let him see that it affects me, even though it isn’t for the reasons everyone assumes it would.
“I’m heading home,” Deb says.
I pull her into a hug and thank her for helping me before watching her walk away. Slowly I drag my gaze back to the dance floor and see him again. I can’t look away from him and I don’t know if it’s lust or anger that I feel inside of me. I know which one it should be but that’s beside the point. The man has an aura around him that just pulls you in. After a few more minutes of staring, I huff out a breath and spin on my heel to walk away. I’m pissed at myself for thinking this is something else when I know what I need to do.
“Where the hell are you goin’?” Damn it. That deep, gravelly voice makes my knees weak, but I fight the attraction I feel, knowing who this man truly is.
“Back to my hotel,” I tell him looking over my shoulder. “The day is done.”
“Is it? You givin’ up that easily?” he asks as he walks closer to me. It’s then that I see the whip in his hand. He slides the long thick leather through his fingers as I watch.
“I don’t chase men.”
“Who said I wanted you to chase me?” His steps get closer and closer until he’s standing right in front of me. I look up at his much larger frame knowing things could end badly for me right now, but I don’t back down. I know what I’m doing here, and I plan to make it until the end.