Page 13 of Savage Lust

She pointed across the bar, to a guy with the sides of his head shaved, but a ponytail at the base of his neck. The bare sides of his head were tattooed with thick, dark ink.

“That one’s mine.” She turned her wrist where she wore a leather bracelet with the word Ghost stitched in. “I’m officially Ghost’s old lady or I will be when he’s patched in.”

“You aren’t a day over twenty-one or I’ll eat my fist.” I made a face and she giggled.

Her laugh grew to a full belly chuckle. “It doesn’t have anything to do with age, just means I’m his girl. His woman, ya know?”

Sounded like a bunch of patriarchal bullshit. “Got it.” I took another swig before digging back into my food.

“I don’t think your daddy ever had an old lady, not that I saw. My momma dated a King for a while when I was young. When she left, I stayed with him. Was your mama a—”

“You talk too much, Kenna.” Cam’s voice slipped over my senses, much like the tequila. Two tatted, lean arms propped onthe copper top beside me, before Cam reached over and took my bottle and a long swig of it.

Kenna blinked, sucked in a deep breath, and quickly found somewhere else to be. He lifted his brow, and my eyes followed the way his throat moved when he swallowed. Why was everything he did so sexy?

I snatched my bottle away.

“That was rude.” I gestured toward an obviously offended Kenna, who had scampered off to her boyfriend.

“She’ll get over it.” He glowered at me. He opened his mouth, like he had something to say, but paused before saying it. Maybe softening his words before he spoke. “Why didn’t you go back to the house?”

What he meant was:Why are you here?I didn’t have an answer for that, not one that was easy to explain. Especially not with over six feet of sexy as hell biker bearing down on me.

That he was that hot just wasn’t fair.

This isn’t your world.

I took a swig of the tequila and nodded toward Archer’s bike. It was easier to think of him like that. My father felt weird. Rick was too formal. “I don’t know. Dylan offered and I thought maybe…” I let my voice trail off as I got caught up in his blue gaze. The pain I’d seen there, the vulnerability he’d had graveside, was gone. Instead, I found an arrogant, sexy edge that told me he’d leave me naked and begging for more.

“Like I told your ignorant ass, she deserves to know who he was.” The ire dripped from every one of Dylan’s words. She hopped onto the stool beside me, dressed in high rise jeans that flared around cowboy boots and a cropped, black corset top.

What I’d give to have curves like that.

Cam merely flicked her a glance and pushed a hand through his dirty blond hair, unaffected. “Let me know if you need anything.” He pushed away from the bar and turned to leave.

“Cam, wait.” I spun in my stool, hopping off so fast I fell against him as he stopped and turned.

The leather of the vest was cool, but the rest of his chest was warm. His fingers too, as they caught my elbow to keep me from tumbling forward.

“Here, I brought this back.” I pushed the flannel between us, a cotton buffer between the weird tingling sensation running across my body and him.

“Thanks.” His grin was slow, unexpected, and so hot it stole my breath.

He took the shirt and released me like I had the plague before walking off without a word.

“Is it all women he has an issue with, or just me?” I asked breathlessly to no one in particular.

Dylan barked a laugh and waved Kenna back over. “Honestly, he’s a good guy. Archer’s death…hit him hard. He was like—”

“A father to him?” I finished for her. I’d already seen as much, just being in Archer’s house.

She closed her eyes tight for a moment, like she was blinking back tears that never came.

I could understand that. He didn’t know me. I was here, imposing myself on his life during a dark time. I understood about those.

With a sigh, I glanced from the tequila to the plate of food and chose the tequila.

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