Page 14 of Savage Outlaw

She handed them over and Butcher whistled to a prospect who ran over, “Yeah, boss?”

“Take this through and ask Preacher to fit it in asap. Tell him it’s a favor for me.” She was watching Butcher when he turned back around, and he didn’t hate the attention.

Her eyes were fucking intoxicating, like looking up at the stars. Lined in that black stuff women wore, and glitter dusted her lids. With metallic gold on her lips. The row of jewelry in her ears and the bangles hanging off her thin wrist, she was every rock chick wet dream sprung to life in front of him.

He wanted to use her long ponytail swinging high on her scalp as an anchor, to tip her head back and claim those fucking lips tempting him to a land of sin.

There was no other logical reason why he was barraged with feelings other than he ached to crowd her up against his ride. Have her taste inside his mouth, feeling those long nails digging into his scalp. God, he bet she’d claw him up.

Before he scared her with his arousal, he half turned his body and smiled at her. “You sure you’re not hurt? I’m a trained EMT, I can check you over. Did you bang your head at all?”

“You’re a biker EMT? Huh. Makes sense if you patch up your boys, keeps them off the radar by not going to a hospital.”

It was exactly that but the easy way she said it had Butcher’s head cranking down, observing her closer than he had before.

Impressed and intrigued.

“You know bikers?”

She shrugged and moved the bangles around her wrist. “A few.”

He wanted to know in what way.

He wanted to know if she had a man.

And why was his gut burning hot at the thought of someone else tasting those lips of hers?

Before he could ask, she lifted her chin. “Seeing as my car is stuck here for a while, do you have coffee and something to eat around this place? You running me off the road made me miss lunch.”

Oh, this girl. He chuckled and pointed to the entryway.

“I’ll get you fed.” She got in step with him and he turned his head to watch her. He couldn’t stop watching her. “But you backed into me, babe.”

She huffed. “That’s your story, biker. I practically tumbled down the road after your monster truck plowed into me.”

He cracked up laughing. “Fuck, you’re a tough cookie who doesn’t back down from anything, aren’t you?”

She smiled, sly and devilish and Butcher felt a booming inside his head.

“It’s a woman’s world, we’re only waiting for you slow men to realize that.”

Butcher groaned. He found himself fighting a smile.

She wasn’t hesitant when he ushered her into the clubhouse first. She held her head high, glancing around curious like and sashayed in. He got the sense she was comfortable in that environment.

He got her some food and a bucket load of coffee. She didn’t stand on ceremony by getting rid of both. He loved to see a woman eat. Really eat, not nibbling on a lettuce leaf and claiming she’s full.

Brushing her fingers on a napkin, she pushed the plate away.

She was clever and funny, with a dry biting wit that Butcher dug. The conversation hadn’t stalled once. No offense to the chicks that came through those doors most weekends, but some were airheads with only dicks and money on the brain.

Butcher liked his dick sucked as well as the next man, but he’d be lying if he said the chat with Roux wasn’t stimulating too.

It kept his head out of the gutter, that is.

She touched him a lot, he noted. His wrist, fingers, a slow touch on his arm. When she laughed, she put her whole body against his. Thank fuck he pushed their chairs together or he would have missed out on that.

Then there were the looks from under her long lashes. Not sly, she wasn’t hesitant in looking at him. Those extreme looks scraped the inside of his chest lining with need.

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