Page 6 of One Night with the Biker

“Conversation for starters.”

“Yeah, I noticed you like to talk as much as you like to eat.” He lifted slightly and pretended to check me out. “For such an itty-bitty thing, you sure the fuck can scarf food.”

“Oh, hush,” I teased, waving my hand between us to dismiss his words.

“You want dinner as well.” Reese nodded to the empty gumbo bowls. “What else?”

“Dancing and dick.”

It escaped me how Ainsley continued shocking me. She intrigued me, though I knew it was temporary. When I took an ol’ lady, I didn’t want someone so young and bubbly. I wouldn’t be responsible for extinguishing her light. Nor would I put her at risk. As long as a Bloody Scorpion walked the fucking earth, mybrothers and I and anyone associated with us was in danger. I had a personal vendetta against Roman Mac.

I wanted that motherfucker’s head hung as a trophy for what he did to Trinity. It was senseless, and I wouldn’t rest until I’d spilled all his blood.

Ainsley and her desire for one night of fun would’ve been perfect for me. If she wasn’t a fucking virgin. From what I heard, virgins grew attached, and that was a complication I neither needed nor wanted.

“Let me get this straight, Ainsley. You asked your friend to set you up for a night of fun and fucking? A no-strings attached v-card punching?”

She considered my words, then nodded. “That’s about the size of it.”

“She said I have the perfect motherfucker in mind?”

“Not immediately. She called me two or three days ago and gave me the details. She said I have the entire weekend, so if I wasn’t comfortable giving it up on our first night, we could meet again tomorrow night.”

“I could’ve looked like Venom and you would want to fuck me?”

The idea annoyed the fuck out of me.

“Bomb ass movie. Wrong idea. Nova knew I wanted a handsome guy of my choosing as my first.”

Quite the roundabout way of complimenting me. “Of your choosing? What the fuck does that mean? You didn’t choose me. She did.”

“I disagree. She connected us. The decision is mine.”

She was hiding something. Secrets shadowed the depths of her eyes. I wanted to uncover every mystery she kept from me. Bare her beautiful skin slowly and trail my tongue over every inch.

My nostrils flared.

“I like you more than I should, Reese,” she said softly. “I’ve never participated in the actual act, but I’ve seen more than my share of fucking.” Leaning back, she jutted her chin out. “I want…I want a man like you. Everyone I know fears my brother and my life is about to drastically change. This is my last chance at a semblance of control.”

That sounded ominous. “What does that mean?”

“I owe my brother my life, but I’ll never have the freedom to choose my own boyfriend, so I will agree to marry the man he picked out for me.”

“What?” My one word snarl drew the attention of nearby patrons. “You can’t piss away your fucking life out of guilt. Absolutely not.”

“My brother deserves to live his life without me under foot.” She wagged a finger at me. “We just met, so chill.”

Chill my ass! “He did what he was supposed to do. More than that, that motherfuckerchoseto do it.” I drew in a deep breath to calm myself. Ainsley Valois was a fucking handful. “What about school?”

“Something happened a few months ago and I took a break. I want to be a preschool teacher. I have a job at a nursery.”

“Ainsley—”

“If this is too much, I understand, Reese. If you feel as if I’m just using you for dick, I understand that as well. I like you a lot,” she repeated as if I’d already forgotten her confession from two minutes ago. “Too much.” Vulnerability crept into her face and she swallowed. “But it’s so complicated. More than I can explain.”

“Try me. I’m a good listener.”

“If I wanted you to hear,” she retorted.

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