His thumb didn’t let up.
“Not really. I was the money man.” He didn’t go into details how he cleaned bad money and made it legitimate. Texas got such a kick out of doing that, and he’d been damn good at it. Rider never had any complaints of their profits.
It was as far from the job as his father wanted for him and at every turn, whenever he did something illegal, Texas grinned to himself knowing how appalled his old man would be.
“Why do they hate you?”
She’d quickly picked up on the animosity.
His thumb had moved to her inner wrist, tracing the thin blue veins.
Almost hypnotizing himself with how soft she was.
Their kiss still plagued him.
Two rounds of jerking off this morning still didn’t calm his body.
Whatever crush or gratitude she was feeling toward him, being the only man she’d turned to, it didn’t take away the fact she regretted crawling into his mouth and kissing the hell out of him.
She was probably waiting impatiently for the fiancé to ride in and take her back.
“I did something wrong which was against club rules.”
“Did you kill someone? Hurt someone?”
“No, but club rules are law, babe.”
He just wanted to get out of there, but chance was a fine thing when a shadow fell over their table and Texas reared his head to see Preacher, Tag and Arson standing there.
A showdown it is then.
“Don’t worry, we’re leaving.” he told them and felt Poppy slip further across the booth near him, he could practically hear the way she trembled and he placed a hand on her thigh under the table. She covered his hand and squeezed.
“No need,” Preacher grinned big and wide as only Preacher could and look friendly and like a thug at the same time. “Just came to say hey, seeing as your rude ass saw us and didn’t come over.”
All of them would have taken the vote on him being kicked out, that’s how Rider worked, he was always diplomatic with his patched brothers.
Why then they wanted anything to do with him on a friendly basis, he didn’t know. But he’d always had respect for them, so he wasn’t gonna get into an argument.
And not with Poppy digging her nails into the back of his hand.
“Well hello again, pretty thing.” Arson said, his eyes glued to Poppy and Texas felt a new heat fill him.
It wasn’t a good heat.
In fact, he felt violent with the way Arson was licking the corner of his lips watching Poppy.
What the fuck?Hello again?
“Didn’t know you knew Texas.”
About to interrupt and tell Arson she wasn’t the kind of girl he could crack on with, she was not a MC groupie who didn’t mind being shared around or being fucked in public as was Arson’s way.
Until now Texas didn’t give a fuck what the guy did.
But Arson was looking at Poppy like he could taste her and that shit didn’t sit well with him at all.
A possession like nothing he’d ever felt before made him stake his claim with a heatedback the fuckoff glare.