Wanting to appear nonchalant, I peered around the room as we sauntered back inside. Like a beacon, my gaze landed on the blond with the incredible rack. My dick resurrected in my pants the moment I spotted her. Our eyes met for a brief moment, then she shyly dropped her attention to her pink flip-flops and fiddled nervously with the icy drink in her hands.
I’m usually into bold women, the kind that drop to their knees and suck every last drop of cum from your cock whether we’re alone or in a crowded bar. Maybe it was the animal inside of me struggling to get free tonight, but I had the need to hunt. To make matters worse, or better, depending on how you saw it, my prey was playing hard to get. Something I wasn’t used to.
And I found that I liked it.
I liked it a lot.
CHAPTER 2
Cat
“Who’s that?” Anna questioned in a low tone, as she peered over the rim of her fresh rum and coke. She’d just come in from the parking lot and had missed the entire dispute between several large men.
I couldn’t look at who my bestie was staring at because then he’d know we were talking about him. And even though weweretalking about him, and I was thinking about licking whipped cream off of his ripped abs while he lay naked in my bed, I tried not to broadcast that fact out loud to the world.
“Keep your voice down,” I hissed, terrified that he’d overhear us and my face would turn even more red than it already was. “The one with the flame tattoo on his neck got into a fight with some loser who mistreated the bartender. I don’t want him to overhear us and think we’re gossiping about him now.”
It was the weirdest thing, but for a moment there, I thought I’d seen the impossible. I’d had several heavy pours of rum and coke tonight, so my eyes were apparently playing tricks on me.It looked like the asshole who’d disrespected the bartender had been launched into the air by an invisible foe. But again, I knew that was ridiculous. I needed to stop trying to keep up with Anna and drink water between rounds to help clear my liquor-addled brain before I started imagining tiny purple elephants dancing on the bar tops next.
Anna smiled impishly. “You like that guy. I mean, like-like him.”
Too embarrassed to admit the truth, I feigned ignorance. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Anna rolled her eyes. “Don’t give me that shit! You’re totally into the hot biker guy covered in tattoos and wearing all that sexy leather.” She openly appraised him then. “I can’t blame you. He’s fucking gorgeous. So is his big friend. I wouldn’t mind letting him do a few dozen pushups above my sweaty body, if you get my meaning.”
I giggled despite myself. “Anna, you’re terrible.”
“And you’re being ridiculous, Cat! Come on, let’s go over there and ask them what they ride. I hope the answer is me,” she teased with a wink and a pearly white grin. “What do you say? I’ll do all the talking.”
Not waiting for an answer, she grabbed my hand and tried to coax me forward. I resisted, too cowardly to be as bold as my beautiful best friend. I’m not sure what it was about the gorgeous biker, but he was making me even more nervous than usual. Even the liquid encouragement flowing liberally through my veins wasn’t enough to allow me to even look in his direction, let alone talk to him.
I didn’t know what it was about this guy, but I was having the strongest physical reaction to his presence. The nearer he got,the hotter I got. He was a straight up bad-boy ten. I mean, he could have walked off the cover of one of my romance novels, he was so fine.
The mere sight of the tattooed giant had me pressing my thighs together to ease the ache steadily building there. He had dark hair that was shaved on the sides, but longer on the top. It had a bit of natural wave to it and lent the handsome man an unruly, dangerous aura. The shadow of a beard on his cheeks and his natural, swarthy complexion with light toned eyes added to his over-all virile male beauty.
Annoyed, Anna continued to play tug-of-war with my wrist. “Why are you fighting me? Come on, girl. Live a little!”
She was right, of course, but I still resisted. My heart was beating too erratically, and my senses were stuck on overdrive. I just knew if I spoke to that gorgeous man, I’d make a total ass of myself. I could already feel my nerves closing up my throat at the thought of just saying hello.
Fate took the choice out of our hands then. The two burly bikers were striding in our direction. Nudging my chin toward them, I gave Anna the heads-up.
“They’re coming this way!” I managed to choke out.
Anna stopped yanking at me and looked up. Spotting the two behemoths cutting through the crowd, she quickly dropped my wrist.
My heartbeat only increased as the men drew nearer. I could feel the flutter in my chest so hard and fast, I feared I might actually pass out. Reminding myself to breathe so that I didn’t fade to black, my eyes trailed their impressive forms until they were standing right in front of us.
The man who’d been checking me out since he first spotted me in the bar, got so close my lungs constricted and my skin pricked with sweat. A waft of his scent washed over me then, and it nearly buckled my knees. He smelled so good. I’m talking, fucking amazing! Like fresh spring air, clean laundry, sandalwood, and leather all wrapped up in some delightful, carnal package. A combo that was obviously irresistible to my lady bits. If I wasn’t dripping for him before, I certainly was now.
“Haven’t seen you two here before,” the biker standing next to Anna commented, as he snuggled up close to my friend. “What’s your name, beautiful?”
“Anna,” she merrily replied, not shy in the least.
“Helloooo, Anna,” purred the big guy. “I’m Domino. Do you like playing with dominoes?”
While Anna and Domino continued to flirt outrageously, the man standing next to me got closer, too. His nostrils flared like he could smell the arousal between my legs and my cheeks flamed over with shame. His pupils darkened as he inhaled, and I shivered in response.
Beyond his impressive build and height, there was something so powerfully magnetic about this handsome stranger that it actually struck me dumb. Perhaps it was his feral nature. It sounded cliche, but I felt like he was a master hunter, and I was his helpless prey. For better or worse, I was in his sights, and he was primed and ready for the kill.
