Throttle's Seduction(Insurgents MC Romance Book 7)(9)

Throttle shrugged then opened the pickup's door. "Well, I gotta get  going. I wanna stop by and pick up some vodka coolers." He laughed when  he saw Rags grimace. "Yeah, she likes that shit. Hell, I'd buy her  flavored whiskey if it got my dick between her tits."

Rags cuffed him on the shoulder. "Have a good time. You can let me know  if buying the horse piss for the chick was worth it or not."

"With the way she sways those hips, I'd say it's gonna be worth it. See ya."

Rags nodded then jumped on his Harley and rode away before Throttle  settled in the driver's seat. He switched on the ignition, and as he  threw the truck in gear, his phone buzzed.

"Hello?"

"Hiya, sexy. You still comin' to the diner after my shift?"

"Hey. Yeah, I'm comin'. I'll be by for dinner."

"I thought we had a date," Big Tits whined.

"We do, but I gotta eat. After dinner, we'll go for a ride and have a few drinks. What's your favorite flavor?"

"Blueberry." He heard her clucking her tongue. "So you're gonna take me for a ride on your Harley?" Excitement laced her voice.

"Nope. I'm bringing my truck." There was no way the waitress was getting  her ass anywhere near his bike. Throttle never let chicks on the back  of his bike. And if he ever did, it sure in hell wouldn't be a citizen  who didn't know the difference between a Harley and a rice burner. No  fucking way.

"Your pickup?" Her voice dripped with disappointment.

"Yeah." He actually felt bad for being such a bastard. "The Harley's in the shop," he lied.

"Oh," she said, her voice perking up. "I'll take a raincheck on that ride, then. When you get it back, let me know."

There isn't gonna be a next time. This is strictly a one-time deal. "Sounds good."

"So, what time you comin' by?"

"Around seven thirty."

"I'll plan my break about that time. I get off at nine o'clock."

"I better get going.

"Okay. I can't wait for when you come. This is gonna be fun."

Fuckin' right it is. I can't wait to bury my dick between your tits. "See you."

He tossed his phone on the passenger seat, cranked up the radio, and headed to the liquor store.

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Big Tits was at his side the minute he entered Ruthie's Diner. Her white  uniform with the pink piping stretched across her ample breasts. She  smiled widely at him and leaned in, saying in a low voice, "You look  real good." She ran her long fingernail up his arm.

Damn, she's fuckin' ready. Those nails are gonna feel real good  scratching my back while I fuck her hard. "You look good too," he  replied, his eyes fixed on her chest.

She inhaled deeply and arched her back a bit, thrusting her breasts closer to him. "Thanks," she breathed.

"Smells good in here." He moved away from her and walked to a booth by the window.

"Meatloaf's the special tonight. It's really good. You want that, handsome?"

He nodded as he scoured the menu. "Bring me a salad to start-ranch  dressing. You gonna join me?" He looked up and his gaze fell on her  nametag-Peggy. That's right. Her name's Peggy.

"I can join you in twenty minutes. Crystal called off for swing shift."  She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "She's always pulling  that shit."

"Fuckin' sucks, Peggy. Bring me some water with a ton of ice." Handing  her two brown glass bottles, he said, "Put these in the fridge for me  and bring them out when my dinner comes."

The waitress's eyes widened as she looked sideways to the kitchen. "Are  you crazy? I can't do that. If Ruthie catches me, I'm toast, and I need  this job. You know the place doesn't have a liquor license."                       
       
           



       

"Then you better make sure Ruthie doesn't catch you." He leaned back,  his head cocked to the side. "Be a good girl and do what I said."

She shifted her weight from one foot to another, and then her eyes lit  up. "I know. I'll put them in one of my grocery bags. Ruthie won't  suspect anything."

"Sweetheart, I don't give a damn how you do it, just fuckin' do it." He  placed the two bottles in her hands. She smiled and then sashayed to the  kitchen.

Throttle looked out the window, watching the cars pass by. The heat  shimmered off the asphalt, and the leaves on the trees remained  motionless; the heat from the day had melted into the dusk. A cherry-red  Dodge pickup caught his attention as it turned into the diner's parking  lot and secured a space in front. A man in a black cowboy hat jumped  down before he rushed over to the passenger door and opened it. Throttle  whistled under his breath as he saw a pair of tanned, shapely legs. The  truck door and the cowboy blocked the woman's face, but if the rest of  the chick matched her legs, he'd have to figure out a way to get to know  her. He could easily see those gams around his waist.

"Here you go." Peggy placed his dinner salad and cup of dressing on the  table, diverting his attention back to her. "Did you work hard today?"

Shaking black pepper on his salad, he nodded. "It was fuckin' hot out  there today. Hell, it still is and the sun's getting ready to set."

"I heard it was ninety-eight."

"Wouldn't be surprised."

She licked her lips and leaned her thigh against the table. "Do the people you do work for ever invite you in to cool off?"

He glanced at her then threw her a half-smile. "Sometimes. Why?"

"I heard that you and your partner get a lot of housewives hitting on you. That's all." She shrugged. "Is that true?"

He mixed the dressing in his salad and took a big bite. "Us, the  postman, the milkman, and probably the pizza guy. All the fuckin'  stereotypes, you know?" He winked.

The truth was many of the women would invite them in for a cold drink  and make a play for them. If the women were attractive and they weren't  too busy, they'd accommodate her, but they worked as a team. None of the  women complained, and even though they didn't hook up with most of  their female customers, the word leaked out that the two buff men  sometimes gave a free bonus. He and Rags would always laugh when they'd  arrive at a job during the day and find the husband home sick for the  day. Damn, if they didn't know better, the two bikers would've thought  that Pinewood Springs was one of the unhealthiest towns in Colorado.

"Are you being funny, or are the rumors true?"

"Hire us. Then you'll find out for sure." He lifted his eyebrows.

At first she just stared at him, but then a wide grin spread across her  face as she swatted his arm. "Oh, you. You're such a kidder." A hot rush  of heat fell over his back as the diner's door opened. She pushed away  from the table. "I gotta get this." She walked away, and he heard her  say, "Can I help you?"

A male voice said, "A booth for two."

Throttle finished his salad as the couple ambled past him. He recognized  the woman's sexy legs as the ones coming out of the cherry-red pickup.  Shifting his glance upward, he took in her firm, high ass, and her  glossy black hair with neon pink tips-What the fuck? He sat up  straighter. It can't be. Those legs and that ass can't belong to her.  Wait. She did have a cute ass in her fuckin' coveralls.

When the sexy-legged woman swung around and sat in the booth facing him,  there was no mistaking her striking blue eyes-the ones that did weird  shit to him, like making his dick twitch and his stomach tighten. Fuck.  It is her. What the hell is Kimber doing with a goddamned cowboy? He  grunted and watched as Peggy wrote on her pad, taking the couple's  order. When she finished, Throttle motioned her over.

"You want some more salad, honey?"

"No. Bring me one of the beers." He jerked his head to the couple. "What's up with them?"

Peggy glanced over her shoulder, confusion etched on her face. "Them? I don't know ‘em. They're just customers."

"Are they holding hands?" he blurted out. Why the fuck am I asking that? What the hell's the matter with me?

"No. Why?"

Pissed at himself for asking such a wimpy-ass question, he clenched his jaw. "Get my beer." Looking away, he dismissed her.

"Okay." She shuffled to the kitchen.                       
       
           



       

Throttle pretended to be engrossed in the dessert menu, but his ears  were pricked on Kimber and the cowboy's conversation. From the bits he  could hear, he gathered they were on their first date. He watched her as  she spoke, fascinated with the way her pink tongue skimmed over her  front teeth before disappearing in her mouth. With the way her ebony  hair framed her face, her flawless skin looked almost like porcelain. He  wondered why he hadn't noticed that before. Her smoky makeup made her  eyes more intense, and the gloss on her lips made them fuller and  oh-so-tempting. For a split second, Throttle had the urge to go over to  her table, yank her to him, and then suck and nip on her bottom lip  before driving his tongue into her mouth.