“Why the fuck not?” I shove his hand away. “She been claimed by one of the other brothers?” Please say no. Briar laughs, and as much as I hate it, I pull my eyes away from my dream woman and look at him. “What the fuck do you find so funny?”
“The fact that you’re setting yourself up for a whole hell of a lot of trouble.”
“Quit talking in circles, Briar. I got more important shit to do.” Like her.
“Not with her you don’t.”
“You’re starting to piss me off man.”
“That girl is off limits.” His tone is hard and matter of fact.
“Says who?”
His eyes harden. “Her family.”
“Give me a break. Do I look like I give a fuck?” What the fuck has he been moking?
“You might on this one.”
“I doubt it.”
“It’s your funeral.”
Standing up, I ignore the son of a bitch. My dick is so hard I could lay fucking bricks. I’ve got a much softer place in mind for him though.
“Something else might talk you out of it though.”
“I doubt it,” I repeat, walking toward my future.
“She’s jailbait,” he calls out after me.
Motherfucker. I stop mid-step, and I swear my dick would cry if he could.
Chapter Two
Aubree
I’m early, and I was supposed to wait outside, but I couldn’t resist coming in. I’ve heard all the talk about the Devil’s Blaze men and it sure worked out for Beth and Katie. They’ve got good men who love them. I couldn’t resist seeing how the other side lives. Pops will have a fit, but I don’t really care. Maybe if I’m lucky he’ll never find out. I’ll just tell Katie I misunderstood. I can sell that, surely.
It takes me a minute after my eyes adjust to the change of light before I can focus. At first, I’m let down. I’ve never been inside the Blaze’s compound before. That’s something Pops has completely forbidden. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. This seems like any bar on any night of the week…well not really, maybe every night except Friday and Saturday, because this sure isn’t lively.
There’s some seventies rock playing over the speakers. There’s men at the bar and though a couple of them are cute, they aren’t anywhere close to the idea I had in my head of a biker. Maybe Beth and Katie just got lucky and got the only two hot bikers in existence. I should have learned from Pops, but a girl has to hope. I read these books and they make it sound…totally different, exciting even, and God knows I could use a little excitement in my life. Of course, if I had it, I’d need to keep Pops completely clueless. Glancing around the room, I feel several sets of eyes on me, but then again that’s nothing new. I don’t mean to sound conceited, I’m not. Not really. But, I do know I’m not unattractive—at least with some effort. I even use it to my advantage at times. I look around scanning their faces in search of my….
My thought stops completely when I look up and my eyes lock with those of a man across the room. That may sound crazy, but it’s true. His eyes literally bore into mine, so powerfully I can feel the heat from them all the way over here. He stands up and parts of me that have never taken notice of a man before all come to life at once. It’s as if electricity runs through my veins. The sensation is so strong that I squeak, barely containing a cry of victory when he takes a step toward me wearing a determined expression on his handsome face…and then…he stops. I don’t do it out loud, but inside I’m crying, “But, why!?”
“Who are you looking for?” a man at the bar asks me, pulling my attention from where I want it the most. Before I can answer him, I hear a high pitched squeal that pierces my ears. I turn around, seeing Katie and Beth, and I can’t help but laugh as I run to them.
“Aubree! You’re early!”
“Yeah, they closed school down early for a bomb threat, so I was able to get Pops settled and stuff done around the house early. Figured I’d just come on over here tonight instead of meeting you at the house in the morning.”
Beth holds a hand over her mouth. “Oh my God! Are you okay?”
“I’m fine Aunt Beth. It was a hoax. A couple of the football jocks were bragging about it. It was all a bad prank, but hey, I get to start our weekend together early, so I’m not complaining.”
“I’m so glad. It’s great that Pops agreed to let you come. We wondered if he would. Him and Skull are getting better with each other, but…”
“Yeah, I know. But, Pops doesn’t want to do anything that might upset you two now that you’ve started letting him see his grandchildren again regularly.” I’m told that there was a time when Skull and Pops got along. Pops even lived in a house next to them for a while. Then something happened between the clubs and relationships were strained. Pops found out about me and moved into my father’s house back at the Chrome Saint’s compound. I’ve been hinting to both him and Skull that I’d like to live close to Aunt Beth and Katie, but so far it seems to fall on deaf ears.