stupid motorcycle club. Estúpido . I don’t care who he is. Everyone else in this town either kisses his ass or cowers in his presence, but he’ll get neither reaction from me. Why did he come after me? Lonnie and Super Head were standing right there. Shit. Now I’m even using his terminology. I need to get out of here.
I push away from the fence and start making my way to the gate. The scent of greasy burgers hits me as I walk past the grill and my stomach growls in anger. That’s right. I haven’t eaten all day. What the hell; two more minutes can’t hurt. What would be the point of coming to a barbecue and not taking advantage of the food? The man at the grill smiles as I approach. He’s wearing a cut, so I know he’s a member. He’s old, though, probably a relic from the original members. He reminds me of my grandpa. He has kind, green eyes and an easy smile. I give him a smile of my own.
“Aren’t you a pretty little thing? What can I get you, darlin’?”
“Those burgers smell pretty good.”
“Aah.”
He points at me with the spatula in his hand as he grabs the buns and adds a slice of cheese to one of the patties on the grill.
“That would be my secret ingredient.”
On one bun, he piles lettuce, tomato, pickles, mustard, and ketchup, but I stop him when he reaches for the onion. He places the patty on the other and sets it on top. He makes quite a production of it before handing me the paper plate and a few napkins. I can’t help but giggle.
“Dinner and a show?”
“Only for you, little darlin’.”
Before walking off, I take a bite and give him a thumbs-up.
“It’s delicious.”
He bows and turns to another girl who wanders up. I walk off and grab a Coke from one of the big drums filled with ice and drinks littering the property. Time to blow this Popsicle stand. I wrap my burger in one of the napkins and toss the plate in a garbage can. I move back in the direction I left Lonnie to tell her I’m leaving, but I find her grinding on one of the minion’s laps. They might as well be fucking. Disgusting. I don’t need to see that shit while I’m eating. I walk right past her and decide to send her a text. My burger is gone by the time I reach the gates. It was awesome. It’s probably the best part of this whole day. I toss the napkins and half-empty can of Coke, and pop an Extra gum in my mouth. I can’t wait to get home and curl up with a good book. I haven’t walked five minutes before a motorcycle pulls up alongside me. I look over and roll my eyes in disgust. Great , the minion boss .
“Where you off to, Raven?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“No, but I still want to know.”
I stop walking and turn to face him. He comes to a stop also, places both feet on the ground, and switches off the ignition. Then, he removes his helmet and hangs it on the handle bar.
“Why?”
He grins, revealing what I think are the most perfect teeth I’ve ever seen. That prompts me to take a good look at him. He has blue eyes, but not like mine. They’re darker, in both color and intensity. His hair is a light, golden brown at the roots and more golden blond at the ends. It’s most likely natural; he doesn’t strike me as the type to sit in a salon getting his hair colored. It sticks out in different directions like he doesn’t comb it, but somehow it works for him.
He has the features of a movie star and could beat out Brad Pitt any day. His lips are totally kissable and I want to bite into his full, lower one. The stubble on his face means he hasn’t shaved in a few days – more than a five o’ clock shadow, but not fully grown. It’s sexy as hell. He’s tall, too. Well, taller than me, but that doesn’t mean much since most people are taller than me. I’m only 5'4". He’s probably 6'3", maybe 6'4", and from what I see of his arms, he’s pretty ripped. Not in a body-builder sort of way, but lean and defined. Not bad for a grease monkey.
However, there seems to be
I push away from the fence and start making my way to the gate. The scent of greasy burgers hits me as I walk past the grill and my stomach growls in anger. That’s right. I haven’t eaten all day. What the hell; two more minutes can’t hurt. What would be the point of coming to a barbecue and not taking advantage of the food? The man at the grill smiles as I approach. He’s wearing a cut, so I know he’s a member. He’s old, though, probably a relic from the original members. He reminds me of my grandpa. He has kind, green eyes and an easy smile. I give him a smile of my own.
“Aren’t you a pretty little thing? What can I get you, darlin’?”
“Those burgers smell pretty good.”
“Aah.”
He points at me with the spatula in his hand as he grabs the buns and adds a slice of cheese to one of the patties on the grill.
“That would be my secret ingredient.”
On one bun, he piles lettuce, tomato, pickles, mustard, and ketchup, but I stop him when he reaches for the onion. He places the patty on the other and sets it on top. He makes quite a production of it before handing me the paper plate and a few napkins. I can’t help but giggle.
“Dinner and a show?”
“Only for you, little darlin’.”
Before walking off, I take a bite and give him a thumbs-up.
“It’s delicious.”
He bows and turns to another girl who wanders up. I walk off and grab a Coke from one of the big drums filled with ice and drinks littering the property. Time to blow this Popsicle stand. I wrap my burger in one of the napkins and toss the plate in a garbage can. I move back in the direction I left Lonnie to tell her I’m leaving, but I find her grinding on one of the minion’s laps. They might as well be fucking. Disgusting. I don’t need to see that shit while I’m eating. I walk right past her and decide to send her a text. My burger is gone by the time I reach the gates. It was awesome. It’s probably the best part of this whole day. I toss the napkins and half-empty can of Coke, and pop an Extra gum in my mouth. I can’t wait to get home and curl up with a good book. I haven’t walked five minutes before a motorcycle pulls up alongside me. I look over and roll my eyes in disgust. Great , the minion boss .
“Where you off to, Raven?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“No, but I still want to know.”
I stop walking and turn to face him. He comes to a stop also, places both feet on the ground, and switches off the ignition. Then, he removes his helmet and hangs it on the handle bar.
“Why?”
He grins, revealing what I think are the most perfect teeth I’ve ever seen. That prompts me to take a good look at him. He has blue eyes, but not like mine. They’re darker, in both color and intensity. His hair is a light, golden brown at the roots and more golden blond at the ends. It’s most likely natural; he doesn’t strike me as the type to sit in a salon getting his hair colored. It sticks out in different directions like he doesn’t comb it, but somehow it works for him.
He has the features of a movie star and could beat out Brad Pitt any day. His lips are totally kissable and I want to bite into his full, lower one. The stubble on his face means he hasn’t shaved in a few days – more than a five o’ clock shadow, but not fully grown. It’s sexy as hell. He’s tall, too. Well, taller than me, but that doesn’t mean much since most people are taller than me. I’m only 5'4". He’s probably 6'3", maybe 6'4", and from what I see of his arms, he’s pretty ripped. Not in a body-builder sort of way, but lean and defined. Not bad for a grease monkey.
However, there seems to be
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