“Well, this is it,” Rain says as she pulls into the parking lot.
The outside is rustic-looking with wood siding, which I wasn’t expecting. Not so close to the mountains, and where it could be a potential fire hazard, but what do I know?
“I like all the biker signs they put along the porch,” Maggie says.
“Yeah, they really went subtle this time around,” Rain quips, making us laugh.
The three of us get out of the car and make our way up the front steps and across the porch, which is covered in chairs. If I didn’t know any better, I would think this place was someone’s old hunting cabin.
When we step inside, though, the vibe changes. The walls are bare, but the place is well lit. My eyes instantly go to the beautiful bar on the side of the room. It’s made of real wood and has one of those edges that looks like it just came out of the woods. All rough and rustic.
“Hey, what are you guys doing here?” Ridge asks as he comes out of the back.
“We came to help decorate,” Rain tells him.
I don’t pay attention to them, though, because I see him.
Asher has on a white shirt with blue jeans and biker boots. His dark hair is a mess, and you can tell he hasn’t shaved since yesterday. He sets a box on the bar, and his muscles flex.
“Hey, Songbird.”
“Songbird?” Maggie teases quietly, elbowing me in the side.
“Shut the hell up,” I murmur under my breath before I smile at him. “Hey, need any help?”
“You know I do.” He smirks.
“You two have fun,” Maggie teases.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Rain quips.
“So my options are open?” I joke over my shoulder, making the girls laugh.
“No sex in the back of the bar. Panther will have your head if you defile his sister in his place of business, prospect,” Ridge groans.
“Stop being a party pooper,” Rain tells him.
Whatever is said next, I don’t hear. As soon as we are out of view, Asher pushes me against a wall. His hands cradle the back of my head as his lips slam down onto mine.
Once again, the world tilts. Colors seem more vibrant, and everything sounds louder. The world just becomes more when his lips touch mine.
It’s fucking addicting, and I know I’ll never get enough.
When Asher pulls away, I whimper and try to chase after him, making him laugh.
“Such a greedy little songbird,” he teases.
“It’s your fault.”
“I never said it was a bad thing.”
I hum as I wrap my arms around his waist. “I missed you.”
“Yeah? You just saw me a few hours ago.”
“Are you saying you didn’t miss me?” I pout.
“Put that lip away before I do something with it. You know I missed you.”
