Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)(25)

A few minutes later, we pull up in front of the steakhouse we were at last night. Kyle and Lane pull in and park beside each other. The rest of us all pile in.

People have stopped in the middle parking lot to stare at the number of bikers. Amusement bubbles as I watch them turn around and get right back into their vehicles. Jordan climbs off and then helps me off. I take my helmet off and sit it on the handlebars of the bike.

Jordan tucks me into his side, his hand resting half on my back and half on my ass. His touches are getting more and more frequent—not that I mind.

I lick my lips and wrap my arm around him. Jordan, with a grip on my jaw, roughly pulls my head to the side, and I grin. He puts his lips on mine in a short, hot kiss.

I will never grow tired of kissing this man. Ever.

We enter the steakhouse after Kyle, Chrystal, and their daughter. Chrystal informs the lady at the front that we have reserved seats. She stares at all of us, wide-eyed, taking in all of the men. I have to admit they probably do look scary. They are all tattooed and scarred, especially Butch and some guy in Lane’s MC. His face is scarred up, and his eyes are almost black. He catches me looking and grins at me. I quickly turn away, and Butch moves beside me, blocking my view of the man.

Butch is staring down at me, and he full-out grins.

Oh my God.

I didn’t realize how handsome he is. He has tattoos running up his neck and down to the top of his chest. His arms are completely covered. His nose looks like it’s been broken way too many times. He has a birthmark under his eye that adds to his to scary-o-meter. His hair is cut short on the sides, but on top, the hair hangs down to his ears.

The lady grabs a huge stack of menus and leads us to the back of the restaurant. A huge table stretches from one end of the room to the other. There are other people seated in tables of two and fours. We all take our seats, and I end up sitting next to Jordan and Butch.

I want the same thing I had last night, so I don’t even bother opening the menu. I push my seat in closer to the table. Jordan suddenly whips his head to the side. I jump at the movement. He grins at me, and I suck my lips into my mouth. What is he doing?

He leans forward, his face dangerously close to mine. I suck in a sharp breath, my heart pounding. I feel his hands on either side of my hips. Then my feet are off the floor as the chair and I are lifted off the floor.

I gasp and hold on to his forearms. He sets me back down, but I am side to side with him. He wraps an arm around me and pulls me into his side.

I get it now. You couldn’t wipe the grin off my face if you tried. His head moves in, his lips grazing my ear. I shiver.

“I wanted you to be close to me. Fuckers are staring at you.”

I laugh in disbelief at this man. “Possessive much?”

He kisses my ear. “I am possessive, especially over my woman.”

Oh dang. I shake my head as I look around the room at all the men. Half of them are staring at Jordan and me with shit-eating grins. Blushing, I look at my plate.

“Fucking beautiful,” Jordan whispers to me.

I blush deeper. He starts shaking with laughter, and I smack him on the leg. That’s what he gets for enjoying my embarrassment.

Jordan has a bad habit of saying fuck with everything, I’ve noticed.

Butch growls beside me, and I sit really still, my eyes wide. I slowly look over from the corner of my eye. He’s glaring at something, holding a steak knife in his hand. With wide eyes, I follow his gaze.

To my utter shock, he is staring at a woman in front of us. She’s sitting with another girl. She is blond and super tiny but has killer curves. Her hair hangs down to the middle of her back. She has large, brown eyes that give her a doe-eyed look. She has a small pert nose, long eyelashes and her lips are full.

She looks so sweet. But why is Butch staring at her? She is staring at him too, a small smile on her face. She winks at him, and I jump in shock.

Holy shit.

She turns her gaze from Butch and then turns back to the waitress, who is holding a piece of paper. She shakes her head and then pushes her hand away. Oh, I get it. He was hitting on her.

Butch’s body relaxes, but he doesn’t take his eyes off her for a second.

She watches him too, not scared at all.

“Do you see this?” I whisper to Jordan.

“Mhm,” he mumbles.

I sit back in my seat. He shakes his head in disbelief.

The woman stands up and looks at Butch. She winks again and picks her purse up. She turns around and walks out of the room.

Butch stands up and walks out, following her.

He’s following her!

I burst out laughing, and Jordan joins with me. Then a couple of men sitting around do too. I seriously can’t believe all of this.

Once everyone is done eating we all go our separate ways. I wave bye to everyone, and Jordan and I go farther into town for a ride.