Vicki stared so hard her eyes dried.
Against the back wall by the billiards, a seven-foot tall Ravager—in werewolf mode—screwed a half-naked woman in full view of anyone wanting to watch. The dozen other women sitting at tables or booths had a hand or a head between a male’s legs, or, in one case, her bare legs spread open wide on the bar, her naked breasts in the air and her head thrown back as one of the fellas went down on her while his buddy ordered a beer next to him.
This wasn’t MacT’s.
Chapter Three
“What’ll you have?”
Vicki swallowed hard and glanced up. A server, fully clothed thank God, stood waiting.
The only noises in the bar to be heard were the clinking of the bartender’s bottles and the slurping, sucking sounds of sex.
“Scotch. Straight.”Weirdest damn night of my life. And I know weird.
The server nodded and left. To Vicki’s relief, conversations resumed. Keeping her head down but her energy at the ready, she decided to wait it out in here as long as she could. Once Chen’s people and the Salinas had time to breeze by, she’d leave. Preferably out the back door.
A beer plunked down in front of her.
“Thanks, but I ordered a Scotch…” She trailed off as four men surrounded her small table.
“You’re new,” the tallest one said.
Vicki nearly swallowed her tongue. Nearly six and a half feet of pure menace studied her like a hungry wolf. Jeans, biker boots, and a black t-shirt clung to him, outlining nothing but muscle. He had ice-blue eyes, cropped black hair, and an attitude proclaiming him king of the mountain.
His buddies looked just as fierce. Like the rest of the Ravagers in the place, they had a wild, earthy quality. The men flanking the leader had short brown hair and brown eyes that studied her with intensity. The one on the right didn’t smile. His eyes darkened as he stared at her. The one on the left looked like a charmer as he assessed what he could see of her past the tabletop. He grinned and rumbled something she couldn’t decipher to the fourth man farthest from her.
The lone blond nodded. “She’s definitely sitting atourtable.”
“Sorry.” Vicki stood to leave, and the four took a step closer.
Before she knew it, they’d moved the chairs and table out of the way. Nothing stood between her and them but a few feet of space. And no one around them seemed to care.
The tallest one held her beer out to her.
“You know what? You keep it,” Vicki said. “Again, my apologies for taking your table.” She met his gaze before realizing her mistake.Shit. Never look them in the eye. Not unless you want to lose a limb.She quickly glanced away.
“Our table. Right.” The blond cut off the small space between him and the wall she’d been eyeing. Her one avenue of escape now denied.
“Um, guys? You’re kind of crowding me.” One Ravager she might be able to handle. But four who looked like these predators?
“Good.” The charmer winked. “My tall friend here is Eric. I’m Logan, the pretty one.” The others snorted. “This is Jesse,” he said of the intense brown-haired male next to him. “And the blond is Dominic.”
She puzzled over the introductions. Maybe they didn’t mean to be so threatening?
“And you are?” Eric asked, the rumble of his voice vibrating along her nerves like a physical caress.
Squelching the urge to shiver, she answered, aware of his knowing gaze. “Vicki.”
“Vicki.” He savored her name. Heat licked at her womb. “How did you get in?”
“Ah,” she paused, wondering if she should tell the truth. “I, well…”
The front door burst open to admit Salinas like invading ants. The minute the lawmen understood they’d busted into a Ravager hangout, they tensed and drew weapons. Everyone in the bar froze. “We don’t want any trouble here. We’re searching for a young woman, five foot nine, long black hair. Yellow eyes.”
They’re brown, assholes.
“We seen that here?” the bartender asked.
