I chuckle but don’t reply because Sophie comes over to us.
She tugs at my arm. “Come have a shot with me.”
I smile back at her. “Sure, darlin’.”
Harrison gives me an I-told-you-so grin.
I follow Sophie to the bar, where the barman ignores all the other patrons only talking to Sophie. “Your cocktail is being made now.” He tilts his head to the lady mixing a blue drink in a fancy glass beside him. “Do you want anything else?” he asks, then licks his lips, his eyes flicking to her breasts, then back to her face.
I itch to say something, but I want Sophie in my bed badly, so I don’t want to screw it up.
She gives him a naughty smile. “Two tequila shots, please.” The man pulls out the shot glasses, pours the clear liquid into them, and puts the glasses in front of us. “Can we have lime and salt?” she asks. The barman obliges.
“Give me your hand,” my little temptress demands. I follow her command. She dips her fingers into a drink and dabs tequila on the part of my hand between my thumb and index finger.
I watch as she shakes salt onto my wet skin.She’s not, is she…Sophie bends down and runs her soft tongue along the edge of my hand, taking the salt with her, then she tosses her drink back. The movement is erotic.
Sophie places the lime between my lips, making my heart pound. She leans toward me, and her mouth presses against mine as she sucks the lime. My mouth waters—it’s intoxicating. She seductively licks her lips. I swiftly down my shot, feeling the warmth of the alcohol, but my attention stays fixed on Sophie.
The barwoman places the cocktail in front of her. “Can I have two more tequila shots?” I ask. She gives me the once-over and then a flirty smile, so I smile back. As soon as the barwoman pours one shot, I take Sophie’s hand in mine, dab my fingers into the liquid and dampen her hand, then shake the salt. My body hums in anticipation.
I bring her hand to my lips, and sensually lick the salt while maintaining eye contact. I delight in watching her eyes heat and those luscious lips part. I bring the glass to my lips and finish the shot, but instead of the lime, my hand goes to Sophie’s chin. I lean down, sealing my mouth over hers. Sophie’s lips are soft. I apply a gentle pressure to begin with and she kisses me back. As my tongue dips inside, I taste her with long, leisurely licks.
Her hands rise, looping over my shoulders until she’s running her fingers through my hair. My heartbeat is surging as the kiss deepens. I press my lips against hers harder but try to rein in my wild passion. My hands slip to her hips, then the curve of her ass. The club evaporates, and all that’s left is us. I break the kiss, then yank her hips toward mine. I slowly grind my pelvis against hers so that she can feel my hard-on.
Hunger burns in her eyes, proof that I’m not the only one who’s turned on. I lean over and run my nose up her throat to her ear, noticing her breathing quicken. I place two kisses on her neck. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” I tell her, my voice rough.
She squirms. Goosebumps travel along her arms.She likes the dirty talk.My fingers dig into her sides. I want her now… to explore every inch of her. She slips her hand between us and grabs my dick through my jeans. I jerk and a hiss escapes me. She slowly rubs up and down, making my eyes roll back.
She bites down on her plump red bottom lip. “I’m ready for round one now,” she purrs, and I let out a drawn-out groan. No shyness… just a woman who knows what she wants. I want to brand my name on her pretty little flesh and keep her all for myself.
“Four more shots of tequila,” I say to the bartender. I’m already having fun with her. I don’t want this night to end. With the two of us drunk together, the night is going to be wild.
I can’t believe a man hasn’t put a ring on her finger yet. She’s the ultimate catch. I wonder what it would take for her to stay at the clubhouse with me and get to know me. Hell, if given the chance, I could show her I’m a decent guy and maybe, just maybe, I’d be worthy.
THREE
MY NAME IS SOPHIE YOUNG NOW
Sophie
A familiar phone is ringing.My hands scour the bed searching for it, but instead I touch a warm body and hear a deep moan.Oh shit!My eyes fly open and I sit up, but everything aches. My mouth is dry and tastes like crap. I look around and see my dress, which has been thrown haphazardly on the floor, along with his jeans and shirt.
My phone is lighting up on the floor. I lean down to pick it up, to see a gold ring on my wedding finger. My hand whips to my mouth and I gag. What the hell happened last night?
I stare down at my phone to see Alec’s name. “Hello,” I answer in a hoarse voice.
“We’re not waiting all day for you. I’ll give you one hour or you can catch a lift home with the biker you married.”
My world spins…biker… I cringe…married… My eyes bulge out of my head. “Are you serious?” I ask as vomit creeps up my throat again. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
Someone is laughing in the background of the call. “Give me the phone.” It’s Harrison.
“Hey, sis. How’s the head?”
“Am I really married?” I ask, praying for a different answer.
“Didn’t you notice the ring on your finger?”
