“And I got closer. Played with him. Let him dip in and out of traffic. Neither of us were wearing helmets, no time for that with me chasing him, and he had these ears sticking out under his buzz cut. Big ones. Well, I got close and sliced one off. Figured we were even and he had a lot less wind resistance to deal with.”
King flicked his wrist, demonstrating the gory story to his audience, then folded up his knife and slipped it back into his pocket.
“Bullshit,” the bartender said, leaning forward.
“Hand to God!” King bolted his drink, then slid the glass onto the bar.
The men hooted and laughed. Bikers were like toddlers, we all loved a good fucking bedtime story.
A big man—bigger than me, bigger thanKing—stood from a table nearby. The glare on his face could set a man on fire. Half of it was covered in healed over road rash. The scar was bumpy and had definitely never seen the inside of a plastic surgeon’s office.
“Who are you? You gonna call me a liar, too?” King grinned that friendly smile that made him new friends wherever he drank.
The man brushed back his long brown hair, and Will smacked my side with a laugh. “There’s no ear!”
“Fuck.” There really wasn’t. That hair was covering a hole.
“Oh shit,” Dallas muttered, hopping off his stool.
“Still picking fights you can’t finish?” King called.
The man threw his beer bottle, which King easily dodged despite being several shots in, then charged around a table full of women squealing with laughter.
King sat there, cool as a cucumber. I had no idea what he had in mind, but I wasn’t his boyfriend—thank God. I had a feeling I would murder him if someone else didn’t. I grabbed Will’s hand and pulled him back out of the blast radius. He wobbled as he got off the stool but slid in at my side.
King might’ve had a plan or he might not’ve, but it didn’t matter because at the very last second Dallas grabbed his stool and used it to clobber the incoming man-missile across his snarling face.
He dropped to the floor harder than a ton of bricks, but a couple of guys who must be his buddies stood up and glowered in our direction.
The bartender hauled a shotgun from under the bar and pointed it indiscriminately at his customers. I got the feeling he wouldn’t care if he lost one or two of us. “Out! I’m not replacing tables this month.”
Will cracked up laughing as I dragged him toward the door with my heart hammering, and King and Dallas sauntered out after us. It was still raining but not drenching us as we gathered near my truck.
“Well, that was a dead end,” I said.
King rolled his shoulders. “The night’s young. It isn’t even ten o’clock yet.”
Dallas kept an eye on the door of the bar, probably waiting to see if that man or any of his friends had plans to come out here and massacre us. I started to feel itchy, but I wasn’t sure if it was for a fight or to get Will away from one.
“That was great. You really got that guy.” Will slapped Dallas on the back.
Dallas shrugged but looked happy with himself.
“Next stop, I want to hit someone!” Will grinned at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back. He was obviously having a great time being out here mixing it up. My heart hurt, because of course I was worried about him, but there was no way I could take this away from him again. He was getting better. Maybe was as healed as he would ever be.
Stepping forward, I didn’t hesitate to hug him. “You belong out here with me,” I murmured in his ear.
He stared into my eyes, then attacked my lips and slipped his hot tongue in my mouth. I hadn’t meant to start anything up, but my dick got on board fast, and I parted my lips, swirling my tongue with his as sparks danced in my stomach. He squeezed me close and ground his cock against my thigh, and I growled.
A tap, then a shake of my shoulder broke us apart, and I glanced at Dallas while my mind reeled. He had on that assessing serious expression he’d been wearing the entire time I’d told him about the heist.
“I know we’ve been over this, but what type of bikes did everyone ride?” He turned to glance at the motorcycles behind him. There were fewer than would probably be here on a nice night, but still a row of about ten.
“Oh, God, Dallas. I’m not sure. There was a new BMW. It all happened so fast.”
Dallas frowned at that, then glanced at his feet. “You’re certain? That’s weird.”
I covered my eyes with my hands, and Will massaged my neck. I tried to replay the scene in my head. “Yeah, I think so. The main guy was on one of those.”
