I could feel her breath against my skin.
"But maybe you could come to my place so the whole club doesn't know what you're doing to me. Hmm?"
She started to move back but I reached up a hand. I missed her by a mile. Between that cape-thing and where she was standing, I didn't have much of a chance to grab her.
She laughed as she went back to cutting my hair and I watched her in the reflection of the glass.
It was like I drinking in the sight of her, and feeling it warm me from the inside out. Knowing she was close and that she wanted me was life changing.
I couldn't help but enjoy every damn moment of it.
"Arlys?"
She turned to look at Havoc, her hands stilling near my hair. "Hmm?"
"I've got an idea if you really don't want to charge the MC members."
I turned my head and gave Havoc a look that said I wanted to knock him down to his knees.
He pointedly ignored it and kept his gaze on Arlys.
He should consider himself lucky that I was going to be at Arlys' place tonight. I wouldn't have the chance to smother him in his sleep.
"Oh? What is it?"
Havoc walked across the room and looked behind the counter.
It didn't look like he found what he was looking for and turned back with a frown. "Huh. I thought Old Man Shack used to keep a glass jar back here with suckers."
"Oh!" Arlys brightened and smiled at his brother. "It's in the cupboards behind the desk. It doesn't have any lollipops in it. I have to go to the store in case I get any kids in here."
"Do you mind?" Havoc gestured at the counter.
"Go ahead," Arlys turned back toward me and I smiled at the way she so easily fit in with my brothers.
When she reached for my hair again, I gave her a look that promised a good time later on and she had to pull her hands back. "Logan!"
I shrugged. "What?"
"You know," she lifted her chin at me, "that look. If you want me to mess up your hair so no one comes here..."
I held up my hands in surrender. "I'll be good."
The smile she gave me was... incendiary.
"I hope you won't be good... later."
My eyes widened at that, and I crooked a finger to bring her closer. "You don't want me to be good?"
She leaned in, her eyes practically eating me up. "I'm hoping you'll be bad later." She bit into her bottom lip. "I really like it when you do... bad things to me."
Fuck.
I wanted to take Arlys in the back room of the barber shop and do all kinds of bad things to her up against the wall back there.
"Found it!"
Fuck.
