Page 20 of Property of Stone
“Thank you but I’ll pass since I’m not staying long.”
With a shake of his head, he huffed out a breath. But before he could respond, Juicy came over and handed him a chipped Harley Davidson mug. “Here you go, baby.”
Stone eyed the steaming coffee. “This shit fresh?”
“Windy made it about ten minutes ago.”
Stone grimaced. “For fuck’s sake. She’s not allowed to make the fuckin’ coffee.”
Juicy shrugged, placated him by patting his chest, then went over to another man, also wearing a black leather vest, casually leaning back against the cafeteria wall.
Those vests seemed to be popular around here.
“I’m assuming that Juicy isn’t the name she was born with.”
In a flash, Juicy was on her knees at the biker’s feet and his cock was filling her mouth.
Taryn’s jaw threatened to drop but she somehow managed to keep her mouth shut. Probably because she was clenching her teeth.
Don’t stare. Don’t stare. Donotstare.
“Don’t matter what name she was born with. That’s the name we gave her.” He took a long sip of the coffee, then pushed out a long sigh. “Guess it ain’t gonna kill me.”
Trying not to be too obvious, Taryn flipped a finger in Juicy’s direction. “You just had sex with her, right?”
“Yeah?”
That “yeah” clearly meant,“So? What about it?”
Okay, then.She turned her back to the action along the wall. Otherwise, she’d lose the battle on not gawking. “So, you’re a biker.”
He chuckled and swallowed another mouthful of coffee. Of course he laughed. Her assumption was stupid because James Conrad was wearing the same type of vest that Patch had been. The same as the man getting head against the wall.
Don’t look.
When he fingered her chef’s jacket near her name embroidered over her heart, that pounding organ leapt into her throat. “Taryn.”
That finger was too close for comfort. Especially when he rubbed that same finger directly over the letters while repeating her name in a low whisper.
Good lord.The way he said it sent a shiver shimmying down her spine and caused her nipples to pop like turkey timers.
That reaction wasn’t due to nerves this time, but now was not the time to explore what caused it.
“Reminds me of a cut.”
She took a step back, breaking the contact. She shook her head, not understanding what he meant.
“A cut, babe.” He tugged on his leather vest. “Our colors. Who we are and what we represent. Our brotherhood.”
He pointed to a rectangular embroidered patch with thename Patch had called him.STONE. Below it, another similar patch saidVICE PRESIDENT.The right side of his chest included another rectangular patch with DEAD MAN’S HOLLOW and right above it, a yellow diamond-shaped patch simply had “1%” embroidered on it.
Of course, she noticed on their way to the cafeteria that the back of his vest had the same large patches as Patch.
“Is Stone a nickname?”
“Road names are earned.”
Semantics. She could say the same about nicknames. “How did you earn yours?”
