Once we had our drinks, the two of us stepped away from the bar and scoured the room for a place to sit. There was nothing. “Well, I guess we can just chug our drinks and go dance,” Lacey suggested.
“I don’t—”
My words were cut off as someone jostled me from behind. With a gasp, I stumbled forward into the back of a chair at a nearby table. I tried to correct myself, but it was too late; my drink spilled all over the man that was sitting there. His back was facing me, so I couldn’t see his reaction, but his body went rigid.
Horrified, I straightened and watched as he hunched over while the other people at his table stared with their mouths hanging open. The man, with my sticky drink soaking through the front and back of his shirt, slowly stood up and turned around.
When his bright blue eyes met mine, I felt my heart pounding against my ribcage. The man I was looking at was tall with a sculpted body that I could see clearly since his shirt was now clinging to his torso. His head was shaved and he had a stubbly beard covering his cheeks and jaw.
There was a rugged handsomeness to him that created a rolling heat in my lower belly. I sucked in a sharp breath, shocked at my own strong reaction to this man. His eyes travelled over me in a lingering look that I felt everywhere. I was keenly aware of how much skin I had on display and the look of appreciation in his eyes made me shudder. I’d never felt so immediately attracted to a man.
“Oh my God, did you just spill your drink?” Lacey’s voice snapped me out of it, and I remembered what I’d just done.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, coming closer and reaching out to… I didn’t even know what I was planning to do.
I faltered, my hands just hovering inches from his chest before I dropped them back to my sides. I didn’t even know what I could do to make it better. My drink had been full, and he was soaked. Embarrassment flooded me and I felt my cheeks heat. There was no hiding my mortification with the blushing I was probably doing.
The man reached down and pulled the shirt out away from his chest and abs, looking down with a look of mild interest. He didn’t even seem mad.
“What is this?” he asked.
“Uh...sex on the beach?” I said, accidentally turning it into a question.
“You sure about that?”
The sexy smirk he gave me ratcheted up this powerful desire that I was feeling. It was an undeniable attraction, and his darkening eyes made me think that it wasn’t one-sided.
“Yeah,” I said, clearing my throat. “Yeah, that’s what it is. Or...was.”
I cringed at my own awkwardness, drawing a chuckle out of him.
“I’m Butch,” he said, holding his hand out for me to shake. I slid my palm against his and felt an electric tingling on my skin.
“Sabrina,” I replied. When we let go, I immediately missed the warmth of his touch.
Lacey cleared her throat next to me and gave me a not-so-subtle nudge with her elbow.
“And this is my friend Lacey.”
They shook hands, but it was brief and Butch’s attention stayed focused on me.
“Please join us,” Butch said, gesturing to his table, where a man and woman sat close together across from him. There were two empty chairs at the table, so they had room for both of us.
But I hesitated.
“Shouldn’t we do something about that?” I asked, gesturing to his shirt. It had to be uncomfortable.
Butch just shrugged before pulling his shirt over his head right there in the middle of the bar. I glanced around to see a few curious eyes on him, but no one looked shocked by it. I didn’t waste time wondering what other crazy things had been seen in this bar. I turned back to Butch. My eyes greedily ran over his tanned skin, taking in the tattoos. There was a flaming skull on his pec and a tribal-style band around his bicep. There was some kind of writing on his other pec, but I didn’t get the chance to make out what it was before he was shrugging on his leather jacket that had been draped over the back of his chair. I saw the patch sewn into the back of the jacket and realized that he must be a member of the motorcycle club. He was an Outlaw Soul.
Why did I find that so attractive?
I took the empty seat beside Butch and Lacey sat on my other side. The fit around the table was tight and as he settled back into his seat, Butch’s thick thigh was pressed against my own under the table. He introduced the other two people at the table as Ryder and his wife, Paige.
Lacey recognized Ryder as the president of the club that was friends with her brother, so she engaged him in conversation. Butch turned to me.
“How about I get you another drink?”
“You sure about that?” I asked. “I should probably be offering to buy you a new shirt or pay for dry cleaning or something.”
