Bad to the Bone(17)

Cora stood and watched as Thomas made his way back to the table. He was a sexy bad boy, covered in ink, but he didn’t once look toward the club whores who were eating with the MC. Thomas could have any woman he wanted, and he’d been with Sharon for as long as Cora cold remember. When she came back to Greater Falls she’d heard many rumors about the couple, but Cora hated listening to rumors. Most of the time it was all lies and gossip.

There was something going on with the couple, but Cora wasn’t going to get mixed up with it.

She gave Sharon a wave, then acknowledged Thomas before making her way toward her table. Stacey lifted her bag out of the way.

“What’s going on over there?” Cora asked.

“I don’t know. Thomas brought her in a couple of minutes ago. He led the way, holding her hand. She didn’t look like a principal when she entered.”

“I wonder if the rumors are true?”

“About him fucking that blonde bimbo?” Stacey asked.

Glaring at her friend, she pointed at her hair. “I’m not a bimbo.”

“No, but you quit college. What does that say about your species?” Stacey asked.

It was a long running joke between them, and Cora brushed off her teasing. Stacey didn’t label anyone.

“I don’t know if it’s true. If it is, I feel sorry for her. Sharon’s a sweetheart. She wouldn’t even try to fight or compete with the slut.”

There was the label. Cora smirked. Sex did wonders for Stacey’s vocabulary.

“I hope it’s not that. She doesn’t deserve to have her heart broken,” Cora said, taking a sip of Stacey’s coffee.

“Who does deserve to have their heart broken? I hope it’s all lies and it’s wrong. Thomas and Sharon are sweet together, have always been.”

“I’m going to grab my own coffee,” Cora said.

She moved toward the coffee stand, making her own coffee. The diners were allowed to make their own coffee, or get one delivered with their order. Cora loved her coffee a certain way, and she didn’t trust anyone else to make it for her.

“You could have sat at my table,” James said, coming up behind her.

He placed his hands on the counter on either side of her, trapping her in. He was so much bigger than she was.

Cora glanced over her shoulder and shook her head. “Why would I do that?”

“We just spent the whole of the afternoon fucking.”

“So?”

“I figured I’d buy you dinner.”

She laughed, swirling a plastic spoon in her coffee. Throwing it in the trash, she turned toward him. “I don’t need a babysitter. I never have. I can pay for my own food.”

“A guy offering to buy you food is not babysitting you.”

“We had some fun. It’s okay, James. I’m not expecting anything.” She tapped his chest, expecting it to be over. He surprised her by capturing her hand, stalling her.

“I want another day.”

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“The afternoon with you wasn’t enough. I want to fuck you regularly.”

She glanced over his shoulder to see Pixie watching them.

“I’m not interested in whatever shit you’re trying to pull.”

“I’m not pulling any shit. This is for real. It’s me here, on the line in front of my brothers.”

Cora had enjoyed the afternoon with him. She didn’t have to play the good girl to be with him. He knew exactly what she was offering. The whole experience was rather refreshing.

“Okay. I’m not interested in talking with your club about what we suddenly are. I’m going to eat with Stacey, and we’ll go back to my place.”

“You don’t want to come to the club?”

“There’ll be time for that, big boy. I’ve got to keep my wits about me.” She gave him a wink before making her way back toward their table.

“What’s going on?” Stacey asked.

Her friend had been staring back at her, waiting.

“Not a lot.”

“Please, he’s giving you fuck me eyes.”

Rolling her own eyes, Cora smiled. “We had sex.”

Leo and Paul turned, giving her their attention. She ignored them. It didn’t matter to her that they were listening.

“You fucked James? The prez of the MC?”

“It’s not a big deal—well, his dick was a big deal. I wasn’t disappointed, and it just proved to me that waiting can make things just as amazing.” She took a sip of her coffee, picking up the menu.

Doing something with her hands stopped her from constantly looking toward the man who’d taken her to new heights of pleasure a few hours ago.

“We hit the jackpot,” Stacey said.