Steel My Soul (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Sons of Steel Motorcycle Club Book 4) by Vivian Lux
Authors: Vivian Lux
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"What's up Gabriela?" he asked me, quite pointedly using my full name. "I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting your, uh, friend here."
I glanced at Crash, who was regarding Sal with something in between irritation and amusement. A twitch of recognition curled his lip. "You're the guy with the cars," he said slowly.
I looked up at Crash sharply, but he was too busy staring at Sal's face.
Sal narrowed his eyes. "I know you from somewhere, where do I know you from?"
"I don't know, where do you know me from?" Crash answered. It sounded belligerent, but I thought I could hear a note of pleading in his voice.
I decided to intervene. "Sal," I said slowly. "This is Ben Nelson."
Sal blinked. "No shit," he said, and then his eyes went wide with recognition. "Goddamn man, it's good to see you. How you feelin'?"
Crash shot me a look. "Doin' good," he said. "Got my eye on this hot chick...."
Sal looked back at me. "Who, her? Gabi's is not a chick."
I laughed out loud, draining a third of my beer in the process. "Then why are you always staring at my tits?" I shot back.
"What can I say? Tits are tits."
"I'll drink to that," Crash laughed raising his glass.
I grinned. "You're both a couple of pigs, you know that?"
"Oink oink, baby," Crash smiled, shooting me such a lascivious look that I swear I must have turned red from head to toe.
"Well Ben, real glad to see you again. Sorry about your grandma, Marion was a hell of a broad," Sal declared, clapping Crash on the shoulder.
"Damn, word travels fast, huh?" Crash muttered into his beer. I shot him a sympathetic look.
"My wife works at Elder Care," Sal explained. "Marion was one of her favorite patients."
"For real?" Crash said, and I was surprised to see the actual interest in his eyes. So far he seemed to want to treat his grandmother's death as if it were nothing more than a passing irritation. I wondered what had changed.
"Oh yeah," Sal went on, leaning against the table with his beefy forearms. "Man, the stories she'd tell me about Mrs. Hunt when she was first admitted. She had the whole center hopping, ordering people around like they all existed to serve her."
Crash nodded slowly. "That sounds like her," he said softly, sounding very far away.
"She sure didn't let anyone step out of line, did she?" Sal went on.
"Guess not," Crash answered vaguely. He shifted in his seat, looking kind of uncomfortable.
"Sal, you have other customers here," I told him pointedly.
He looked up, "Oh shit, yeah guess I do. Real nice to see you again, Ben," he rapped his knuckle on our table with that heavy gold ring, and shuffled back behind the bar.
Crash looked up at me. "Hey, thanks."
"For what?"
"For getting rid of him," Crash paused. "Some of that stuff did actually sound familiar, you know," he said quietly.
I leaned forward eagerly. "Did it?"
He traced his finger down the line of condensation on his beer glass. "Like, it's right there. I can see it, I just can't hold it. It's this...vague thing. More like a sketch than a photograph.
I sat back in my booth. "That was kind of… beautiful, Crash."
He shot me a grin. "You're kind of beautiful."
I squirmed again. "No, I'm serious. It's like, I don't actually understand how it must be for you, but when you put it like that, I almost do."
The grin faded from Crash's lips and he stared at me. The silence between us grew so heavy that I felt my stomach twisting. Had I said something wrong? Was he angry?
Finally I could stand it no longer. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'm just...," Crash seemed to lose whatever word he was trying to find. It died on his lips with a soft sound, then he lunged forward, catching my chin in his hand and covering my mouth with his.
I met his kiss with everything I had, leaning into the table so hard I bruised my ribs as his tongue met mine. The hungry yearning in his kiss took my breath away, my stomach dropping out as he cupped his hand behind my neck
"What's up Gabriela?" he asked me, quite pointedly using my full name. "I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting your, uh, friend here."
I glanced at Crash, who was regarding Sal with something in between irritation and amusement. A twitch of recognition curled his lip. "You're the guy with the cars," he said slowly.
I looked up at Crash sharply, but he was too busy staring at Sal's face.
Sal narrowed his eyes. "I know you from somewhere, where do I know you from?"
"I don't know, where do you know me from?" Crash answered. It sounded belligerent, but I thought I could hear a note of pleading in his voice.
I decided to intervene. "Sal," I said slowly. "This is Ben Nelson."
Sal blinked. "No shit," he said, and then his eyes went wide with recognition. "Goddamn man, it's good to see you. How you feelin'?"
Crash shot me a look. "Doin' good," he said. "Got my eye on this hot chick...."
Sal looked back at me. "Who, her? Gabi's is not a chick."
I laughed out loud, draining a third of my beer in the process. "Then why are you always staring at my tits?" I shot back.
"What can I say? Tits are tits."
"I'll drink to that," Crash laughed raising his glass.
I grinned. "You're both a couple of pigs, you know that?"
"Oink oink, baby," Crash smiled, shooting me such a lascivious look that I swear I must have turned red from head to toe.
"Well Ben, real glad to see you again. Sorry about your grandma, Marion was a hell of a broad," Sal declared, clapping Crash on the shoulder.
"Damn, word travels fast, huh?" Crash muttered into his beer. I shot him a sympathetic look.
"My wife works at Elder Care," Sal explained. "Marion was one of her favorite patients."
"For real?" Crash said, and I was surprised to see the actual interest in his eyes. So far he seemed to want to treat his grandmother's death as if it were nothing more than a passing irritation. I wondered what had changed.
"Oh yeah," Sal went on, leaning against the table with his beefy forearms. "Man, the stories she'd tell me about Mrs. Hunt when she was first admitted. She had the whole center hopping, ordering people around like they all existed to serve her."
Crash nodded slowly. "That sounds like her," he said softly, sounding very far away.
"She sure didn't let anyone step out of line, did she?" Sal went on.
"Guess not," Crash answered vaguely. He shifted in his seat, looking kind of uncomfortable.
"Sal, you have other customers here," I told him pointedly.
He looked up, "Oh shit, yeah guess I do. Real nice to see you again, Ben," he rapped his knuckle on our table with that heavy gold ring, and shuffled back behind the bar.
Crash looked up at me. "Hey, thanks."
"For what?"
"For getting rid of him," Crash paused. "Some of that stuff did actually sound familiar, you know," he said quietly.
I leaned forward eagerly. "Did it?"
He traced his finger down the line of condensation on his beer glass. "Like, it's right there. I can see it, I just can't hold it. It's this...vague thing. More like a sketch than a photograph.
I sat back in my booth. "That was kind of… beautiful, Crash."
He shot me a grin. "You're kind of beautiful."
I squirmed again. "No, I'm serious. It's like, I don't actually understand how it must be for you, but when you put it like that, I almost do."
The grin faded from Crash's lips and he stared at me. The silence between us grew so heavy that I felt my stomach twisting. Had I said something wrong? Was he angry?
Finally I could stand it no longer. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'm just...," Crash seemed to lose whatever word he was trying to find. It died on his lips with a soft sound, then he lunged forward, catching my chin in his hand and covering my mouth with his.
I met his kiss with everything I had, leaning into the table so hard I bruised my ribs as his tongue met mine. The hungry yearning in his kiss took my breath away, my stomach dropping out as he cupped his hand behind my neck
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