“We need to keep an eye on them?” asks Trevor, one of tonight’s bartenders.
“Maybe. I get the feeling this is the first time for a couple of them, but the one in the checkered tie might be the problem and lead the pack into something they aren’t ready for.” He nods and signals one of the bouncers to keep an eye out.
Before the jugs of beer are loaded onto my tray, I scoop up a basket of warm pretzel bites and add them on. The men look like they’ll need something to absorb the alcohol before their food order arrives.
“All right, guys. Here’s the beer, cups, and warm pretzel bites on the house. Wings shouldn’t be too long. I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.” Fingers graze my ass, and I fight off the urge to slap him. Instead, I swat his hand away with the warning, “Touching will get you kicked out.”
Walking away, I serve a few more tables before taking a quick break to rehydrate and grab a bite to eat from the kitchen.
“Logan, how are you feeling?” the night’s manager, Caleb, asks as he enters with hands full of dirty plates.
“Good so far,” I reply. Though I am a little tired, I place that blame on Viking and Priest for the way they’ve ravaged my body at every opportunity.
“Great. Table six is filled with a few men requesting your service tonight.” He grins because this is a first for me and something the other servers boast about because it means higher tips.
“I’ll be right out.”
Washing my hands, I slip my dish into the dishwasher and head back out front. My eyes roam the room, and my stomach drops when I realize it's Connor, Ian, and a couple of guys.
“They’ve been in here every night looking for you,” Trevor tells me, glaring at the group, obviously catching on that something's off.
“They’re problematic. Can they be removed?”
Trevor’s about to ask why when I point to my face, and if thunder had a look, it’d be the merciless stare in his now glacial eyes.
Nodding to two bouncers, he tells me to go to the employee lounge until he comes to get me, but that’s interrupted when my two knights in shining leather and chrome walk in with a few more guys from the club.
“Ah, I think I’ll stay,” I say.
He notices where my eyes are glued and, once again, catches on. Only this time, I’m eager to serve instead of dreading it.
“Still removing those assholes.” He nods to Ian’s table. I don’t fight him on it.
Loading up my tray with a jug of beer and two plates of pretzels, I stride right past Ian and Connor, who look pissed that I ignore them. Viking has caught sight of me and nudges Priest, who gets to his feet and swipes the tray from my hands before scooping me up against his body and devouring my lips in a highly erotic kiss that leaves me panting and wanting more.
“Hi,” I squeak out when I can breathe again. “I wasn’t expecting you in here tonight.” We’d agreed to spend a night away from each other because, while I love how they make me feel, I’m also a little overwhelmed by how quickly things are moving.
“Just here for some food and to make sure you get home safely.” He nuzzles against my throat, biting gently.
“That a problem?” Viking crosses his arms, a glare in his eyes for the world to see, but I notice his lips soften, his pulse pounding in his throat, and his dark jeans tightening.
“Never,” I moan, slipping from Priest and pressing my hands to Viking’s chest, slowly pushing them up and around his neck until he leans down and gives me the kiss I’m dying for. “I’m always happy to see you both.” I nip at him, and he breaks, taking control. Sifting one hand through my hair while holding me against his chest with the other.
His sexy groan makes my body hum, and all I want to do is rub on him like a cat in heat. Being in their arms makes me feel whole, and I chase that feeling every chance I get.
A throat clears, so I pull back, but Viking only lifts his eyes to glare at whoever is behind me. The air shifts and becomes dangerous as I turn my head because he won’t let me move my body.
“You fucking whore.” Ian’s icy tone cuts through the warmth I was just feeling.
“I’d watch what you’re saying to her.” Swamp gets to his feet, standing next to Viking with a hand on his shoulder. “He doesn’t take kindly to insults on his woman. Neither does he.” Swamp nods to Priest, who is now standing just behind Ian.
“Who the fuck are you?” Viking asks.
“My stepfather,” I answer quietly, knowing this will not end well. “You should leave Ian.” I try for reason.
“Not until he takes his dirty hands off you, and you come back home.” He stands taller, but I can tell he’s nervous.
“Not happening,” Priest growls. “She belongs here.”
