So close now that he could whisper his words into the sensitive shell of my ear, the striking biker leaned down and said, “And you?” in the most delightfully gravelly voice I’d ever heard. “What’s your name, little one?”
I wasn’t sure what he’d actually asked until my brain unscrambled and slowly decoded the words. “Catalia, but my friends call me Cat,” I finally squeaked out, and he unexpectedly chuckled. I don’t know what he was laughing about, but his sudden humor made me irrationally angry. “What’s so funny?” I demanded, my annoyance clearing my brain-fog some.
“Nothing, Babe. I just like the sound of your name, is all. It suits you.” As he sipped his beer, I noticed he was still grinning like he was in on some private joke that I’d been intentionally left out of.
Summoning an ounce of courage, I posed, “What’s your name?”
“Ace,” he cooly responded. “But my enemies call me the big bad wolf, little Pussy Cat.”
If I was cheeky enough, I’d mock his name like he’d done mine. But the truth was, the name fit him to a tee. In appearance at least, he truly was top-notch and first-rate, not only in my eyes, but apparently in the eyes of the others in this club.
My gaze dropped down to his chest where I noticed he wore a patch that boasted the title “Prez”. That fact snapped me back to reality fast.
This guy was a member of a notorious motorcycle gang. No, he wasn’t just a member, he was the freaking president! If I knew what was best for me, I needed to stay as far away as possible from his dangerous, sexy-as-hell ass.
Even I knew about the Night Stalkers MC, though I’d only moved into town about two months ago. All the men in Mercy gossiped about the bikers, and all the women dropped their panties for them. In fact, that’s why Anna had suggested we come here tonight. She’d hoped that we’d run into some of the guys who were rumored to drink at Chubs from time to timeand get to “know them better”. In a rare moment of bravery, I’d agreed.
I’d wanted to be carefree and fun loving for once, so I decided to give it a go. To be honest, I’m not the sort that goes out a lot. Especially not to rough establishments like this. I usually prefer to stay home with a good book and a glass of cheap wine. But Anna had convinced me with her infinite powers of persuasion to come out tonight and I’d caved. Now we were talking to the roughest men I’d ever met, and I was trying to convince myself I wasn’t feeling the most intense lust I’d ever known. Trying to convince myself I wasn’t THAT into him. My lady bits were yelling loudly that I definitely was.
“I’ve never seen you two here before,” the bigger biker noted, giving my bestie a scorching up-down glance that could have set the room on fire. “I would have remembered.”
“It’s the first time we’ve ever been here,” Anna explained, taking a delicate sip of her drink while giving the giant a sexy come-hither look from over the rim of her glass.
“Why’s that?” Ace inquired, the mesmerizing flame tattoos licking up the side of his neck catching my eye once more.
“Cat’s new in town and I wanted to show her where the hottest guys hang out,” Anna explained, not a shred of embarrassment evident in her face or tone.
Really, I was in awe of the woman’s balls. They were bigger than any man’s I’d ever known.
Domino tossed his head back and gave a hearty belly laugh. Even Ace smiled, though it lasted only seconds on his serious face.
“So, you’re new in town,” he replied with real interest. “I’m going to need to take you out on my bike. Show you the area.”
I guess my bestie wasn’t the only one with big balls here. “I’d like that,” I forced myself to say, not wanting to be a shrinking violet in a room full of oversized personalities.
Domino got a text then and quickly scanned it. “Mad Dog says he got hung up at Darwin’s shop, but he’ll be by in a few.”
Ace shrugged. “Not sure we’ll be here for much longer.” His gaze landed on me then as he studied my face, then my body, hard. “Cat needs a ride on my bike. You ever been on the back of a bike before, Babe?”
Shaking my head, I bit my bottom lip. His voice was gruff, and his eyes were smoldering just as intensely as my loins. “Never.”
Ace gave me a devastating smile that reached all the way to his grey-blue eyes, crinkling the edges. “Good. I’ll be your first then.”
I didn’t think we were talking about motorcycles anymore. I think we were talking mind blowing orgasms that would live in my memories long into my twilight years. Damn! This man was something else.I could actually feel a strange tingling sensation running through my body. What the hell?
A bell chimed in front of the bar, signaling it was time for everyone to leave. “Finish your drinks and don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out,” the bartender shouted from the front of the room, breaking our intense staring contest.
Groans and boos erupted around the bar. Kierston told them where they could lodge their complaints, which didn’t seem to appeal to any of them. The men began to pound their beers,and the ladies consider their options and exactly how brave they wanted to be tonight.
I found myself doing the exact same thing when Ace dropped his gaze to my lips and asked, “Why don’t you two come with us. There’s no need for the night to end so soon. We’ll have some drinks back at our Club. You can stay as long or as short as you like.”
His words were so harmless, yet so rife with erotic promise that I had to fight to control my quickened breathing. He hadn’t said as much, but I knew what he was offering: the best night of my life. And I wanted it with EVERY bone in my body, though I knew it was the very last thing I should agree to. My mother had taught me better than to trust boys like this. But what my mother didn’t know, couldn’t hurt her. Right?
“What do you say, Babe?” he pressed, running a tattooed knuckle down the side of my cheek. “You want to come with me?”
Um, yes. I definitely wanted to “come” with him. In more ways than one. But I wasn’t sure I could take what he was offering. In fact, I knew I couldn’t. I wasn’t some ballsy, adventurous chick like Anna. I lacked the proper DNA to enable me make fun-loving, spontaneous decisions like she did.
As was her habit, Anna spoke for the both of us before I could answer the man. “I can be talked into at least one more drink.” She gave her biker, the one who looked like someone who played professional football in a position that could withstand or deliver brutal hits, a sassy look that I could never pull off.
