Page 13 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

“Definitely. I’m glad I got to see you tonight. And I’m glad you shared all that with me.”

“Now it’s your turn.” She pushes her plate to the side.

“Right. I did promise I’d share, too, didn’t I?”

“Fair is fair.”

My phone vibrates, and I pull it out. Glancing at the screen, I see it’s Crash. My eyes flick to Brandy. “Sorry. Gotta take this.” I put it to my ear. “Yes, sir?”

“Where are you?”

“A couple of hours away. Why?”

“We need you back here asap.” He doesn’t say more, but I can hear the seriousness in his voice in a way I’ve never heard it before. My eyes connect with Brandy across the table.

“Yes, sir. Leaving now.”

“Haul ass.” The line goes dead.

I shove the phone in my pocket and grab the bill, already sliding across the vinyl seat. “Something’s come up. I’ve got to get back.”

She doesn’t even blink or give me any guff. She slides across her seat to stand. I like that, and take her hand and walk to the register. Sonya comes to ring us up.

“Did you like the food?”

“It was great.” I dig a money clip out of my hip pocket and peel off a couple of bills that ensure Sonya gets a nice tip. “Keep the change, doll.”

Her face lights up when she sees the amount. “Thanks, hon. Don’t be a stranger.”

I walk Brandy out to the truck and open the door for her. She slides in, and I move quickly around to the driver’s side and take us back to Paul’s.

Parking next to my Harley, I grab my cut off the seat and climb out, slipping it on. It feels right as it settles on my shoulders. Brandy comes to stand next to my bike with me. My hands settle on her waist, and I pull her flush against me. “Sorry I had to cut this short.”

“I understand. I need to get home, anyway.”

“Where’s home?” I ask, knowing I should see her safely to her door, and hating that I probably don’t have time.

“Little blue house a block that way.” She nods to the next street over.

Relief washes through me. A block won’t make a dent in my trip back. “I’ll follow you.”

“You don’t have to do that. I know you need to go.”

“Makin’ sure you’re safe, Brandy. Don’t argue.”

“Fine.”

“I enjoyed tonight. You gonna give me another shot?”

“Well, you still haven’t told me something personal about you, so I guess I’ll have to,” she teases, tilting her head to the side. “You don’t get off that easy.”

“Right. It was my turn, wasn’t it?” As much as I’d love to stand here with her longer, I don’t have the time. My eyes drop to her mouth, and I lower my head to capture her lips. They’re soft and pliant against mine. When they finally part, I take full advantage, my tongue plunging inside. She moans, and her body melts against mine, and I feel every curve. Her hands slide up the leather of my cut, then cup my neck. I stroke my tongue against hers, then pull back and press a soft kiss to her lips. God, it’s killing me to leave her, but duty calls. I press my forehead to hers and groan. “You want the truth?”

“Always.”

“I know we don’t have time, but I want to fuck you right now.”

She giggles. “Even if we did have time, I don’t believe in sex on the first date, buddy. Sorry.”

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