I nodded, happy to be able to tell Crank that his kid sister was still doing good. He never asked me or the club to check up on her. In fact, he never brought her up, but I knew that he slept better knowing that she was doing okay.
“Alright, well, we’ll swing by in a couple of months and catch up, I gotta go get a beer.”
“Alright, brother, look after yourself. And stay out of trouble,” he barked out like an angry father. “Don’t be a ghost,” he said and then hung up.
I hung up too and headed back to the table. A couple of prospects went and ordered drinks since the waitresses were busy with other tables already and we were thirsty as hell.
I was in a good mood. Hungry, ready to eat and drink and maybe tattoo a couple of brothers later on if I didn’t get too shitfaced. But I had a feeling the food wait was going to piss me off and eat into my night.
Skate smoked a cigar, leaning back in the booth. Vin had come with us, which was unusual of him since there was so much going on with the club right then I didn’t think he would make it. Plus his old lady had been giving him shit about not coming home for days in a row. We’d all laughed at that. Not that Vin seemed to care about what anyone thought about him or his relationship with Lex. Unless it was to insult his old lady—then the shit hit the fan. Lex and Vin were as solid as any couple could be, and then some.
Jase and Mason, the two prospects that had come out with us, returned with the drinks and informed us that food was over an hour wait, but the manager had said he’d put a rush on our orders. I smiled, happy to hear the news.
Crank crunched down on some ice and leaned back in the booth, his gaze far away as he watched the crowd on the dance floor, couples moving together slowly as the bass hit low and the live band that was on slowed things right down. He looked sort of miserable, like he wished Sydney had come with us, and I wondered whether Buddy was right and I should give Crank a nudge to maybe stay on and see how things panned out with Sydney.
“You good, brother?” I asked.
He turned toward me and grinned. “Yeah.” He crunched on the ice again, unapologetically loud, and a shiver ran down my spine, obvious distaste written all over my face.
“Gotta fuckin’ stop that before I knock your teeth out,” I grunted, picking up my beer and taking a long drink of it.
Crank crunched some more. Always the fucking joker when it came to me. I listened to his teeth grinding over the cold ice, my own teeth feeling sensitive at just the thought. The song finished and the band picked up the pace, a heavy bass hitting hard. Crank crunched again and I reached over and shoved my hand into his glass of Coke, grabbing the ice in his drink and pulling it out before dropping it on the floor. I wiped my hand down my jeans as the table of men turned to look at me.
“Anyone else wanna chew on ice?” I snarled.
Skate smirked and continued with his cigar and Buddy let out a loud laugh, slapping Crank on the shoulder.
Crank didn’t say anything to me, but his laughter spoke volumes.
As the night wore on I got a nice warm buzz going. The food was good, and as promised, the manager made sure we got it quickly. I pushed my plate away, finally done with it, and looked up as a woman’s loud laugh echoed across the bar. My gaze sought her out and I wondered how the fuck I’d missed her all night.
She was small—much smaller than I normally go for—and slender. Her waist was tiny, her hips jutted out perfectly, and her curves were fucking poetic. Fuck me she was hot, and I knew immediately that I wanted a taste of that. I adjusted myself as my dick woke up.
She was laughing with another man as they walked away from the bar, and I wondered if he was her boyfriend but quickly decided against it. At the very least, though, he wanted to be; that much was obvious. Though she clearly wasn’t interested as she brushed his hand off of her hip while they threaded through the crowd. I watched with curiosity as she confidently moved. She may have been small, but every fucker in that bar noticed her. Her legs were long, and her blond hair shone as the light reflected off it.
She gave a slanted smile to some dick wearing an Abercrombie and Finch polo shirt as she edged past him and he gave her ass a hard slap. I sat up straighter, my nostrils flaring as I tried to control my temper. Though why the fuck I should be bothered I wasn’t sure. She glanced over her shoulder and he winked at her obnoxiously before she went on through the busy bar, the other guy she was with turning to throw a scowl at Mr. Ass-Slapper.
“You know her?” Crank asked with a jut of his head toward her.
I shook mine.
“She’s fucking hot.”
“You’re telling me,” I replied, my eyes still following her through the crowd. Hot didn’t even begin to describe this woman. She was fucking mesmerizing. Hottest thing I’d seen in a while. I was half inclined to stick around Montana just to fuck her for a little while.
Because I would be fucking her before this night was through…and once would not be enough. That was for damn certain.
“Think I need a taste of that before the end of the night,” Crank said, and I practically growled at him as a warning to back the fuck off. “All right, all right, consider her pissed on.”
Skate leaned forward. “You like the look of that?” he asked.
“You don’t?” I scowled, wanting to smack his teeth out for looking at my girl.
My girl? Where the fuck did that come from?
“Bitch don’t put out,” he laughed. “Don’t blame you for trying though—every other brother has tried, but I’m telling you you’re wasting your time with that one. Grab a bitch from the table over there, or a sweetbutt from the club. Half the time, half the trouble, and twice the fun.” His cell rang and he pulled it out of his cut, and Buddy moved so he could get out from the booth to take the call outside.
No idea what the fuck he was talking about, though, because I couldn’t see how she wouldn’t be worth the trouble. Hottest piece of ass I’d seen in all of Montana. Besides, I liked a woman with a bit of fight in her, and if she was trouble than she’d basically hung a collar around her neck already saying “property of Sketch.”
