“I have to go. Please.” She squeezed his hand then slipped it away from it.
“I worry about you.” He brushed his finger against hers; he needed to touch her again.
“You don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine. Forget about me. I’ve stayed much too long. Fredrick will be displeased. Please.”
“Do you ever think about me?”
She looked up at him through the tendrils that fell over her face like a veil, then turned away from him. “Oh yes… so much,” she whispered. “I have to go. Please.”
“That’s all I wanted to know.” He moved aside and she walked away from him, her enticing scent lingering behind her. He inhaled and it coursed through him, stirring something deep inside: a tenderness he’d buried a long time ago. He stepped out of the corridor and watched her go to her table, her curvy hips moving provocatively in her tight black dress. As she pulled out her chair, he noticed the way Frederick frowned, his mouth a jagged line. The minute she sat down, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her to him, then said something in her ear. Her back stiffened, and he saw Fredrick pull her hand under the table, the maroon tablecloth covering what he was doing.
Something doesn’t seem right. Damn, why do you give a shit? So she said she thinks of you. Big fuckin’ deal. She’s the jerk’s woman. Move on. Forget about her.
But he couldn’t forget her. She’d already pulled him in. There was something about her that seemed familiar yet unfamiliar to him all at the same time. This odd, fragile woman summoned memories that had been hidden under the weight of many years and experiences. This woman, whose name he didn’t know and face he hadn’t seen, threatened to detonate those memories that he had worked so hard to forget.
“Your friends told me you’d be here.” A flirty voice grounded him.
He turned to his side and saw the redhead who’d bought him the drink. Shaking his head as if to rid himself of the spell the strange woman had cast on him, he laughed. “I was going to come over and thank you properly. You live in Aspen?”
She nodded and moved in close to him, pretending there wasn’t enough room for them to talk. He knew she wanted him to feel her big tits against his chest and smell her overpowering musk perfume.If only she smelled like my mysterious lady. Fuck, you’re acting lame. This one’s a hot one. Dump the fucked-up woman who gets off on men like Fredrick and go with the sure thing.“You’re pretty cute.” He smiled down at her and she giggled. “Why don’t you and your friends join our table? How many friends you got with you?”
“Two. Is that a problem?”
“Not for me.” He laughed and led her to his table, his arm tight around her shoulders. He strutted past Frederick’s table, catching his partner’s gaze on him for a brief second before she looked away. The woman who was tucked under his arm motioned to her friends to come to the bikers’ table. The two women scrambled out of their booth and joined the four men.
“What’s your name, darling?” Rock asked as he motioned the waitress over.
“Zoe.” She giggled and snuggled closer to him.
The waitress brought another round of drinks and the women and men talked, mostly flirting with each other. The bikers knew they were in for a good time by the way the women “oohed” and “ahhed” over their biceps, tats, and patches. Zoe looked especially pleased that the Sergeant-At-Arms had taken an interest in her. And even though Rock laughed, drank, and rubbed his hand on Zoe’s thigh, his gaze kept going over to the table a few rows from his. A few times the strange woman would tilt her head as if trying to hear his conversation with Zoe, and he sensed she wasn’t too happy about the redhead and her friends joining his table. And for reasons he couldn’t articulate, he was happy she didn’t like seeing him with the sexy redhead.
When Frederick paid the bill and stood up, helping his companion to her feet, Rock’s heart dropped. He liked being in the same room as her. An emptiness gnawed at him when the couple left.
“These sexy ladies have invited us to their house for some fun. You down for that?” Bones nudged Rock’s shoulder.
“What? Uh… yeah. Why not?”And why the fuck not? I’m not gonna sit around thinking abouther.
The bikers paid the bill and walked out with the women into the cool night air. Rags turned to the group. “Sorry, but I can’t stay. Throttle and I have an early morning landscaping job. I gotta get back.”
“Me too,” Rock said.Did I just say that? What the fuck?The redhead bit her lip, a frown crossing her brow. “Sorry, darling. It’s an hour drive back, and I promised my buddy I’d open his bike shop for him in the morning.”
“You can come over for just a half hour or so. I promise I’ll make you glad you did.”
As his eyes roamed over her small frame, landing on her blue eyes, he wasn’t feeling it. He could get pussy anytime at the club and at parties; he didn’t like taking up with a citizen. Although, she lived far enough away that it probably wouldn’t be a problem.
Sensing his hesitation, she drew closer to him, grabbing his hand and placing it on her tit. “You like that?” she breathed against his ear.
“I like it, but I still gotta go. Give me your number and I’ll call you next time I’m up here.” He knew he wouldn’t, but it always made the citizens feel better when he asked for their numbers.Club whores are so much easier.
She smiled weakly and wrote her number on a piece of paper she took out of her purse. “You’re sure you can’t stay?” she asked as she handed it to him.
“Yeah, but I’ll call you.” He swung his leg over his bike and winked at Wheelie and Bones. “Have a good time.”
The men grinned wickedly, and Wheelie tugged Zoe to him. “Let’s have some fun,” he said.
Rock and Rags pulled away from the curb and made their way to the highway. When they stopped at a light, Rags turned to Rock and said, “We’re getting old, dude.”
“Or bored with easy pussy.”
