"You'll call me, right?"
He nodded as he pushed open the glass doors.
"Now don't forget," she said at his retreating back.
He waved his hand up in the air as he walked to his truck. When he started it, he looked at Kimber and her gaze caught his. He put on his sunglasses, backed out, and turned out of the parking lot. He couldn't even begin to figure out why he blew off Big Tits. She should've been in the truck with him right then, and they should've been driving to Arrow Lake for some real fun. But he was headed back to the clubhouse, and instead of a busty blonde on his mind, a flat-chested brunette invaded it.
What. The. Fuck?
Chapter Seven
Kimber watched as Riley's red taillights disappeared into the darkness. He'd wanted to go dancing after dinner, but she wasn't in the mood, and she had that asshole Throttle to thank for ruining her date. She'd be surprised if she ever heard from Riley again. Who would've thought she'd have bumped into him at the diner. The timing totally sucked. And the way he acted, telling her that she was a biker chick and all that crap? He had nerve, that was for sure.
She switched on her Harley and it roared to life, then she exited Jim's station and headed to her house. Fifteen minutes later she turned off the engine, shut the garage doors, and stepped into her kitchen. She opened her fridge and pulled out a can of beer, popped it open, and took a long pull. The biker looked damn gorgeous in his tight black jeans and muscle shirt, his tats moving whenever he flexed his muscular arms. Fuckin' stop it, Kimber. Right now! It didn't look like Riley had any tats on him, but then she'd stopped paying much attention to him from the moment she'd spotted Throttle. She groaned. She couldn't start something with the dude. The only thing he had going for him was that he was gorgeous. And, yeah … he had a kickass Harley.
She turned on the TV and channel surfed, images of new cars, puppies, buildings, and people flickering by quickly. She'd almost kissed him. She covered her mouth with her hand as tingling swept up the back of her neck. And she'd wanted to. With Riley sitting at the booth, she was ready to play kissy-face with a guy who irritated the hell out of her. How ridiculous was that?
If Riley called her again-and it was a huge if-she'd make it up to him. She had to forget about Throttle and concentrate on her studies, her work, and exploring something with Riley. There was no way she'd let a hot man in leather deter her, even though she'd always been a sucker for leather and Harleys. All she had to remember was what a jerk he was and all would be cool. She took another gulp of beer. She had a handle on it.
No problem.
* * *
Throttle opened the shop door, welcoming the gust of icy air that shrouded him. He waved at Hawk as he came up to the counter. "How's business?"
"Good. Didn't expect to see you. You're not working?"
"Rags is on it this morning. We hired a few guys to help out on that landscape job over in Fernwood."
"How come you're not working it?"
Throttle's skin pricked. "What the fuck? You're not my employer. I had shit to do earlier." He pushed his boot against the corner of the counter. "You got a problem with me being here?"
"Not at all. I'm just surprised. Fuck, you've come to the shop more in the past couple weeks than you have all year. Just find it curious."
He rubbed the back of his neck. "I thought I'd come by to help you out with all the fuckin' boxes you had in your office. You told me you needed the help, but I'll just fuckin' leave." He spun around and stomped to the door.
"Dude, calm the fuck down. I could use your help. I've an errand I gotta do, so you can man the phones and plug all this shit"-he waved the papers in his hand-"into the computer."
Throttle turned back and followed his buddy into the office. "Take a seat." Hawk gestured at the desk chair. "I'll show you how to put in the inventory on a program I came up with. It kicks ass and makes keeping track of products a whole lot easier."
As Hawk showed and explained the software, Throttle wondered if Kimber was at work. He was going to ask, but Hawk had made such a big fucking deal about him coming to the shop to help out that he kept silent. He shook his head. Hawk knew exactly the reason he'd come by, and he was right-Kimber. Throttle wanted to see her again, be close enough to breath in her scent. The things she did to him were incomprehensible, and it pissed him off and excited him at the same time.
"So it's pretty easy. You got a handle on it?" Hawk picked up his keys on the desk.
Throttle nodded, pointing at the stack of boxes on the file cabinet. "You want me to unpack and categorize those for you?"
"Those are from Jerry. Damn, I can't keep his ornaments in the shop. I'll take care of it when I get back. I just need you to plug in the items and codes. I should be back in a couple hours."
Throttle swung the desk chair to face the computer. "See you when you get back." He typed in the first item. He knew he should've been working on the big job he and Rags had landed, but instead he'd hired an extra person to take his place while he sat hunched over typing a bunch of numbers, hoping to maybe get a glimpse of Kimber. Fuckin' pitiful.
After forty-five minutes of tapping numbers into the computer, he regretted his decision to come to the shop. Knock. Knock. He looked up. "Come in."
The door opened and Kimber walked in, her hand flying to her throat. "Uh … Is Hawk here?" She moved her head around searching for him in the small office.
Enjoying her discomfort, he swiveled to face her. "No. I'm manning the store. What do you need?"
She stood silent, her gaze fixed on his face.
"So you wanna just admire my good looks, babe? I'm down with that." He sniggered.
Her face flushed. "Hawk told me he'd leave a part I need to finish up a bike I'm working on. When will he be back?"
He shrugged. "What part do you need? I can help you with that." He winked at her.
She pressed her lips together. He slid his gaze up her body, admiring the way her blue coveralls encased her hips. Desire teased at his stomach. Looking up at her, he gave her a lopsided, cocky smile.
She fidgeted with the snap on her side pocket, looking everywhere but at him. "I need the iridescent skull. The hood ornament the dude in your club makes."
"Jerry's skull is fuckin' popular."
"No shit. There was a shelf of them yesterday, and today they're all gone. I should've grabbed one when I had the chance."
"Hawk got some more in." He jerked his head to the boxes on top of the filing cabinet. "I think the skulls are in the top box. I'll help you get it down." He stood from the desk.
She waved him away. "No worries. I can handle it." She rose up on her tiptoes.
"You sure, ‘cause you're not that tall. Why don't you be a good little girl and let me get the box down for you."
"I said I'm good." Irritation crept into her voice as she reached up and grabbed the box. Throttle came behind her just when she pulled hard at the box; it dislodged and came tumbling down. Jumping back, she lost her balance and fell into Throttle's arms. "Oh!"
He wrapped his arms around her small waist, leaned down, and breathed in deeply her scent of rose and patchouli. "You smell incredible, and your ass wiggling against my cock feels fuckin' awesome." She twisted around, trying to get out of his arms. "Fuck. Will you settle down?" Kimber tilted her head back and he drank in her magnetic blue orbs and plump lips, just begging to be kissed. He roughly pulled her closer to him. "Give me your mouth," he ordered.
Under his firm grip, she relaxed, and then her lips parted and she closed her eyes. He lowered his head and took fiery possession of her mouth, tasting, sucking, and nipping her lips with urgency, his tongue plundering her dark recesses. A soft moan escaped from her throat, and he felt his cock swell in his jeans. Running his hands down her back, he cupped her firm ass, the one he'd been dreaming about since he first saw it. Against him, he felt her tremble as he continued to devour her mouth.
She tangled her arms around his strong neck as she pressed closer against him, the contact of her body heat melding with his. He pulled away slightly, his lips working their way down her jawline to her neck. "You feel good in my arms. I want my cock inside you, babe." His teeth grazed across her earlobe and he gently pulled it in between his lips, sucking it as she moaned and held him tighter. Squeezing her ass, he whispered, "I want this too." She didn't respond, merely gasped, then arched toward his broad chest before she moved back to his lips, kissing him feverishly, making sexy noises in the back of her throat that drove him wild.