Page 2 of Laying it Bare Biker Style - Grayson

A ruckus near the bar area shifted my attention to one of the hot numbers Gage had mentioned were enhancing this establishment with their presence tonight. The stunning blonde with eyes the color of the ocean was attempting to reject the advancements of a first class sleazebag who was too stupid for his own good. She was failing miserably at getting him to leave her alone and her friend didn’t look as if she were doing any better of a job.

“Excuse me for a moment. Some douche doesn’t understand the meaning of the word no. And besides she’s too hot to go home with someone like him.” Rising from my seat, I made my way over to the confrontation.

Preppy blond surfer boy insisted on putting his mouth at her ear no matter how many times she slapped him away. His smug smirk twisted my insides. It was only a guess; but my gut said he was the type who waited for the slightly tipsy girl so that he could get away with things that should be considered rape.

“I just want to buy you a drink, Cupcake. You smell delicious and I bet taste even better than a cupcake.” He ran his fingers along her cheek.

As I stepped up to his side, I removed his hand from her face.

“Body language and verbal language told me from across the room that she’s not playing your game and wants you out of her face.”

“What are you? Her wannabe boyfriend or her keeper?” Preppy scowled, as his brown eyes trailed over my cut. He was aware I was MC, just couldn’t figure out which one since my Twisted Flames patch was on the back, our name surrounded by orange flames waving behind a skull and cross bones.

“I can handle myself just fine. I don’t need you stepping in to play hero.” Blondie snapped, narrowing her stunning eyes at me.

Her friend nervously swiped her hand through her brown curls. “You might want to accept the help, Brooke. I think it’s the only way this guy will leave you alone.” Her anxious words whispered from her lips so I wasn’t sure if Preppy had heard her.

“I can take care of myself. I’m tired of being coddled.” Brooke forced the words out through her clenched jaw.

“Come on, Cupcake. Join me at my table and maybe we can have a dance later on before I take you home.” His arm snaked down to grab her hand, but mine whipped out to intercept it.

My fingers wrapped around his wrist and I brought his arm up to his face. “This doesn’t go anywhere near the lady again. Or it gets snapped in half.”

He ripped his arm from my grasp.

Only because I had released my hold.

“You don’t scare me. Besides, there are plenty of other hot girls here. She’s not worth the trouble.” Tossing me a sneer, he turned and stalked off.

“I told you I didn’t need someone fighting my battles. Especially someone who thinks just because he rides a motorcycle he’s king of the world or some other stupid notion.” Her eyes blazed with heat as she took in my build – I stood at six two and about two hundred sixty pounds. But it wasn’t all anger flaring in their midst.

My blue gaze traced over the fiery temptation. “The name is Grayson. And a thank you would have sufficed, Brooke.” I liked the way her name sounded sliding over my tongue. But I was positive I would love sliding my tongue all over her body even more.

She growled. “I don’t recall asking for you to step in. I know all about guys like you too. So don’t pretend you’re any better than that asshole was. Being my hero won’t get you into my pants. Don’t bother me anymore.” She stormed off.

Her little friend offered me a small smile before she chased after Brooke.

“At least buy me a drink before you’re all over me like that.” I chuckled after her retreating figure, with the nice ass that pair of tight jeans hugged so shamelessly. Hopefully she loosened up after a few beers. I wouldn’t mind meeting up with her again, but not while she was pissy and needing a bit of alcohol to unwind that attitude. Even though I found it incredibly hot. My dick twitched in my jeans.

I strolled back to my table and plopped down before taking another long pull of my beer.

“Why are you all smiles? She just shot you down. I was worried you were going to be nothing but a pile of ash when she was done with you.” Axel’s brown eyes danced with humor at his misunderstanding of what had transpired. Although shehadshot me down, with venom, just not for what he had thought.

“I didn’t head over there to hit on the stunning blonde. I went over there to punch the fuckwad, who wouldn’t leave her alone, in his face. But in the end, I didn’t need to since he finally wised up.”

Our waitress paused at our table and flicked her dark hair over her shoulder. “Hey, do you guys need anything else right now?”

“We could use another pitcher of beer and after your shift I could use a little pussy.” Axel shot her a wink.

“I’ll get you guys that beer and then after the bar closes, I’ll be waiting to give you your pussy, Axel.” Without so much as a slight blush to her cheeks since the waitresses were all used to my brothers’ crude language and voracious libido, she tossed him a flirty smile before heading over to the bar for our beer.

The evening wore on with laughs, drinks, and the guys hitting on anything with boobs. But my encounter with the sassy blonde had me less interested in the other available and willing women who flooded our table in unending waves. My eyes would catch the captivating girl on the dance floor with her friend or standing at the bar, but she never sought out my gaze. I tried to shake that disappointment loose. I didn’t chase pussy. Never had, never would. But I wasn’t all that sure it was her pussy I wanted to be chasing. And that was a troubling thought I wasn’t in the mood to dissect.

However, when I hadn’t spotted her anywhere for almost ten minutes, my mood took a massive plunge. I hadn’t gotten the chance to get her number. I had been waiting until later on in the night when hopefully she would have been a little more chill. “Hey guys. I’m going to go get some fresh air for a minute. I’ll be right back.” I stood from my chair and made a mad dash for the door.

Once outside, I scanned the parking lot but didn’t see anyone. However, off to the side, yelling and then a girl’s scream cut through the night air. I sped off in the direction of the commotion, rounding the corner on the left side of the building and stopped dead in my tracks. A burly guy had his beefy hand wrapped around Brooke’s arm while she was trying to tug herself free. Her girlfriend stood off to the side, frozen in shock.

When his other hand swung around and clocked her in the face, my vision grew red and my footsteps quickened. I was like a freight train barreling down the tracks. But the only delivery I intended to make was my fist to his face.

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