Page 16 of Honey Trapped

“I’m too old for you to be flirting with.”

“Says who? I’m grown, Ace. I’m a woman.”

Yeah, she’s pure woman all right. Tempting and more trouble than she’s worth. I rub a palm over the back of my neck. “Let’s go get you that beer and see if Chaser’s around.”

She loops her arm through mine. I stare at her, and she just smiles brighter than sunshine.

I shake my head and escort her inside. It’s early yet but a few brothers and hangarounds are milling about. Dutch is already staring at Norah’s ass. I scowl at him, and he shrugs.

“Sit here.” I guide her to a stool at the bar next to Romeo.

“Christ, didn't know it was my birthday but how’d ya know she’s just what I wished for?” The old coot grins at her trying to turn on his charm.

“Keep it in your pants, old man. She’s with me.”

“For now,” he mutters into his nearly empty jar of moonshine.

Fucker is older than dirt but still at it like he’s not a day over twenty-five. Gotta give him credit. It works more often than not. I don't know how he pulls some of the fine ass he gets.

Grim rambles in and takes a gander at Norah. “Ace, what’d I say about hanging out at the high school parking lot with a bag of candy?” He slaps me on the back as hard as he can and busts out laughing before taking a seat at the bar next to his butt buddy. Them crazy fucks are attached at the hip, but Grim isn’t getting around as good as he used to.

“Prospect, get the lady and me a beer.”

The fat fucker behind the bar nearly trips over his feet. I don't know where they got the lazy bastard. I’m not sure he’s gonna make it. We lost a few members who patched over to the Black Rebel Devils in Texas. Club ran by my Prez Rebel’s son Abel. I lean against the bar next to Norah scanning the room to see who all is here.

The prospect fetches our bottles of beer, but when I look over Norah is downing a big swig ofRomeo’s new jar of moonshine. Fuck. It’s going to knock her on her ass. “You play?” I nod toward the pool tables.

“No, but I’m a quick learner.”

“Come on.” I chug my beer and throw the empty in a bin at the end of the bar. Some of the hangarounds are watching us. Probably itching to get word to Eileen that I’m here with someone. Not that it’s anything to her, but she has the mind that I’m her property.

Chapter Nine

Norah

Ace looms over my shoulder from behind. His mouth level with my ear. His warm breath and whiskers from his beard tickle the shell of my ear. “You want to hold the stick like this,” he murmurs in that sexy raspy tone he takes on in what seems to be rare moments in the brief time I’ve known him.

It’s strange. Hardly knowing the man yet feeling a connection. As if I’ve known him longer than a few days.

“Like this?” I turn my head toward him, our mouths centimeters from touching. So close that the whiskers of his beard now tickle my lips. I don't know why flirting with him gives me such a thrill. Seeing him unnerved kinda turns me on. There’s a dominance to him that a part of me craves. He’s authoritative yet there’s something dangerous about him. Ace gives off this vibe that says don't fuck with me.

But here I am, gaze locked with his, wanting to fuck with him that is. Maybe it’s the liquor coursing through my veins giving me liquid courage but tonight I’m weightless.

No worries.

No cares.

No responsibilities.

No Marco Russo looming in the shadows ready to pounce. Ready to rip away my existence.

Ace clears his throat while taking a step back.

Immediately I miss his closeness and the sandalwood scent of his cologne surrounding me along with his tight embrace.

“You’ve got it. Take your shot.”

Heat spreads through my body as I sense his eyes settling on my ass. He’d deny it, but I know he is experiencing the fire crackling between us. He's attracted to me. I know I’m supposed to be here to meet Gianna’s brother, but I’m not sad that so far the guy is a no show. I’m enjoying Ace’s company.Getting under his skin and pressing his buttons. Daring him to take a chance and make his move.

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