My leg bounces as I search the busy diner for her. Hunter suggested we head over here for a late breakfast, and I’ve never moved so damn fast, almost tripping over my feet to get to my hog.
I’m not normally a breakfast person, but it’s getting close to lunch, and some idiots gave this time of day a posh name that essentially means too late for breakfast and too early for lunch.
“Didn’t think you’d be joinin’ us,” Hunter mocks, with a sly smile playing on his lips.
“Funny,” I quip back, delivering him a swift kick beneath the table.
“Hopin’ to see the little hottie with thebig tits?” Raider’s eyebrows dance, and until this moment, I could safely say he was one of my favorites. “The one youhate.”
I sneer in his direction, causing him to throw his head back in a wild laugh that garners attention from the surrounding tables.
The fact that my brothers have noticed Cassidy and her impressive tits has me on edge, and I grit my teeth as I scan the diner for what feels like the hundredth time already.
“He’s got it bad,” Venom says in a singsong tone that doesn’t suit him.
“Gonna have aching balls if you carry on,” I shoot back at him. “Sucker punch you so fuckin’ hard in your dick, you won’t be usin’ it for a month.”
He grimaces and opens his mouth, but the glare I shoot in his direction makes him snap his big mouth shut with a clunk.
“Here she comes.” Raider’s eyebrows lift, and his pupils flash with jest, and I’m regretting this before she even reaches the table.
“Ugh,” she groans, and I grind my teeth at the blatant contempt in her tone. Her dark hair is on the top of her head in what appears to be her favorite hairstyle, a messy bun; she has loose tendrils hanging down at the sides, and I want to reach out and touch them. Her work T-shirt pulls tightly across her chest, and my nostrils flare when my brothers’ eyes all land there, but what really grates on my nerves is the mark on her neck she’s attempted to cover up with makeup. My mark.
She ignores me and turns her attention toward Raider and his shit-eating grin. “What can I get you?” She points her pencil in his direction.
Is she for real? She’s seriously blanking me. Aftereverything I’ve done for her. She received my fucking cum from me. I fucked her bare. I saved her from the blond prick and gifted her with his finger, and she ignores me? Like I don’t exist.
I stare laser beams at the side of her head as the animosity toward her radiates from me.
“Hey, sweet lips.” I rear back when Raider greets her with a tone I’ve never heard before. And sweet lips? Where the fuck did he get sweet lips from? I glance from one brother to the other, each wearing an equally shit-eating grin. “Can I get a double cheeseburger, fries, and a side salad. Oh, and a Coke, please?”
“Sure,” she says. “Would you like sauce with that?”
“Hot sauce, sweet lips.” Raider smirks.
Since when does he use hot sauce?
She makes a note of his request and points the pencil toward Slash. “What can I get you?”
“Well, sweetheart.” His stare moves to her tits where he lingers before traveling back up, and I place my hands beneath the table to disguise my fists pumping while I imagine wringing his damn neck at his blatant eye-fucking.
Are her cheeks going red because of him? Or can she sense my scrutiny of her?
She stays looking at Slash’s face, irking me further.
I blink in his direction. Minus the scar on his face, he’s a good-looking guy. The club whores admit as much often. Is she flirting with him?
“I’d like a double pounder, rare, with plenty of cream.” Is he fucking with me right now? I glance around the table, and each of them is snickering.
“Do you mean mayo?” she asks.
“Huh?” His lip tips at the side.
“You said cream, so I assume you mean mayo. But ifyou want cream on your burger, we can do that.” She shrugs her shoulder, trying to act nonchalant.
“Can you do cream anywhere else?” He grins, and I lose it.
In one swift move, I lift the steak knife and slam it into the table next to his hand.
