“Boy, you better do shots with me, and catch the hell up.”
Dare glanced at me so quickly I almost missed it.
“Sounds like a dare to me. Go do me proud.” I leaned over and gave him a kiss.
Laughing, they wandered off to the bar. Suzie scooted next to me. She smelled like cheap perfume and menthol, but her eyes crinkled with laugh lines.
“Why don’t you drink?” Her words were quick and quiet.
I blew out a breath. “It’s not a secret, I’m trying to stay off the radar, at least after my entrance. Don’t you think enough people are talking about me?”
“You pregnant?” she accused me.
“No.” My voice squeaked at the idea. One day, but not at twenty-four with a guy who didn’t even want to commit to me. “Never been a drinker. I got daddy issues, good enough?” It better be, because I wouldn’t share my baggage with her or anyone.
Chapter Twelve: Lila
A bit later, Dare laughed with his hand on Gimp’s back as they walked toward us. He glanced at me with soft eyes, like when he gave me his special smile—relaxed, happy or just chill. He and Gimp wandered off to visit with more bikers, so I followed Suzie back to the table where we’d sat earlier.
Two of the old ladies, Andi and Sarah, talked about when their guys, who worked with the club’s security company, would be home again. I sensed both missed their husbands, but they didn’t complain. I would if my man left for three months at a time, and wondered how they survived it. A few hours without Dare created a hole too large to fill.
The time passed easily in the company of the three ladies. Around nine Andi and Sarah stood to go. According to Sarah, after dark wasn’t fun without their men.
The women quieted, and their gazes fixed beyond my back, so I glanced over my shoulder. A lithe biker with russet hair swaggered toward our table and sat down next to me.
“You, me, lots of orgasms equals happiness beyond imagination.” He spoke the horrible line with a straight face. Normally I would’ve laughed, but the stillness of the others told me this was serious.
“I’m Rebel, the best—and I mean best—at fucking you senseless.” His hand moved toward mine, but I moved it away. His heavy beer breath wafted across my face.
“Sorry, I’m Dare’s property.”
“For how long?” He spread his legs wide like he owned the world. Or to give me a view of his award-winning crotch.
“Ask Dare, not his property.”
He laughed loudly and stared at me with this intense expression while I held my breath. Finally, he stood with a slight sway and strolled away.
“He and Dare have this competition thing.” Suzie spoke with a clipped quietness.
“You did great, girl, but you better find your man. Safest way in the dark.” Andi glanced at Sarah.
Were old ladies not safe in the dark without their biker next to them?
Dare stomped toward me. “Goddammit, Lila. You fixed cherry cheesecake and didn’t tell me. Now it’s gone.”
The ladies melted away. I grabbed his T-shirt and pulled him down for a kiss.
“Follow me if you want cheesecake.”
His frown became a lopsided smile. While we walked to the club kitchen, he pulled me into his side, resting his hand on my ass. I opened the fridge to show him the pan with his name on top.
“All for you, MJ said you liked it.”
“Son of a bitch, you cooked me both my favorites.” He kissed my nose before he grabbed the container. “Shouldn’t have yelled at you.”
“I take care of my man.” I jumped up on the stainless steel counter of the industrial-grade kitchen. I definitely had kitchen envy.
He ate almost a third of the cheesecake from the pan before he fastened the lid and returned it to the fridge. “Thanks, Red. Stay with me now.”
I sighed in relief. After Rebel, I didn’t want to be on my own. We walked out through the club. An odd assortment of tables were being pushed back, and a band set up on a stage.
“Will you dance with me? I love it.” I did a little hop of joy.
“Damn straight.” He glanced at me out of the side of his eye. “You doing okay?”
I nodded. Playing wasn’t helping. “Let’s go for broke. Let it build, dance until I can’t stand it and then have you fuck me until I scream.”
He stopped midstep and turned to me. “Perfect. Can you make it two or three hours?”
I scoffed at his question. “Can you?”
He grinned and grabbed my hand, and warmth spread through me as we wandered the party hand in hand. He intoxicated me. Dare’s public claiming tripped forever fantasies in my lust-soaked brain while my body quivered from the way those glass balls moved inside me. Three hours? I’d be so horny a stiff breeze might send me off.