Page 2 of One Night with the Biker

“Yeah, babe,” I answered, ignoring Ainsley’s clenching jaw. “I need more than that.”

Idefinitelydidn’t dig jealous bitches, young or old. My cock deflated and my grief returned. Trinity had been so fucking perfect. I should’ve had her on the back of my bike as my woman rather than just a club rat I fucked. In the last weeks of her life, I’d taken steps to make that happen and ordered my brothers to keep their dicks away from her. Though Razor as Prez and Jester as VP outranked me, they’d backed away from her, too.

I just hadn’t been able to bring myself to commit, then she was killed, and I missed her every fucking day. Six months later, I still mourned her.

“Whatever you want I’m willing to give, Reese,” Mira cooed. “In the meantime, your drinks are coming right up.” She winked at me, swept Ainsley with another look, and sashayed away.

Silent, Ainsley saved her ID, placed her wallet back in her purse, and zipped it closed. Her movements were jerky.

The date was already a bust. She was too fucking young; she had my fucking attention more than I liked; and she was the jealous type. No reason why I shouldn’t light into her and send her packing.

I opened my mouth, but her glare fizzled my anger.

“I’m not here for a great romance, Reese,” she started. “I’m here for a good time and nothing else. You’re a biker, so Iespeciallydon’t want long-term withyou. I’ve had enough ofthem to last a fucking lifetime. But this is what I’m not doing: sitting here simpering and watching pathetically, while other women fall all over you, you eat that shit up and arrange a cock suck or a quick fuck in front of my face. You want Mira as your date for the evening?” She slid out of the seat and stormed to her feet; her whiskey eyes narrowed. “Be my guest and have her.”

I didn’t think. I acted out of instinct, grabbing her wrist and halting her. Our gazes met, clashed, and my heart pounded. The angry flush on her cheeks, the indignation in her eyes, affected me in an indescribable way. The feel of her delicate wrist, her furious pulse pounding against my fingertips, sent a bolt of electricity down my spine.

“I’m sorry,” I heard myself say, when I never apologized to anyone. I owned my motherfuckery. “Stay.” She said she only wanted a little fun. I convinced myself that she spoke a truth I could accept. “I’m always a beast when I’m hungry.”

“Lou Lou should’ve warned me. I would’ve brought raw meat to throw at you until we were served our food.”

“Sassy little bitch.”

She smiled and relaxed. “Survival tactic.”

Chuckling, I released her and nodded to the booth. “Sit,” I ordered.

“How can I deny such a heartfelt request?”

Huffing, she slid back into her seat, and I followed suit. Mira walked up to the table, carrying a tray with our drinks.

“Can I have a word with you?” she asked, placing her hand on my bicep once she set our drinks in front of us.

Ainsley wrapped her pink lips around the straw and took a delicate sip, the promise of heaven in her eyes. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to tempt me so she’d be my sole focus or if she was hiding a powder keg of anger in the gesture. Straightening, she darted her tongue out and licked her lips, her expression suddenly unreadable. One minute, she offered me a glimpseof passion, and the next I didn’t know what the fuck she was thinking.

“It won’t take long,” Mira pressed.

“I’m not interested,” I told her, unable to take my focus away from Ainsley long enough to impart that.

“Asshole,” Mira hissed, and stomped away.

“I vote for no tip,” Ainsley said. “At least,I’mnot tipping her. You do what you want with your half.”

“So you’re one of those 21stcentury chicks? Splitting checks. Opening your own doors. Getting yourself off. No swallowing.”

“You’re a biker. Modern or traditional, you likely aren’t a gentleman. Besides, we’re in the here and now, so that makes you a 21stcentury man, Reese.”

I could listen to the way my name rolled off her tongue for hours.

“However, I was always taught to pay my own way, especially on dates.” She shook her head. “Not that I’ve had many. My older brother gives new meaning to overprotectiveness.”

I took in her beautiful features again. “I can understand why. If you were my little sister, I’d fuck up any motherfucker who looked your way.”

“Oh my god! That is such a cave man thing to say.”

“Although I appreciate your independence, I’m footing tonight’s bill.”

She glanced around the restaurant with its wooden beams and floors, Mardi Gras colors, and photos of crayfish—crawfish according toLou Lou—steamboats, and buildings I didn’t recognize but I presumed were somewhere in Louisiana.

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