actually touch her without getting girl shit all over my hands. Girl shit was sticky, and the smell lingered far too long. Girl shit was a hard no for me.
She snapped her fingers in front of my face. “Are you finished eye-fucking me?”
“Nah, baby. I’ve been building up my stamina for years. I can go all night,” I said suggestively.
She rolled her eyes and reached for her drink. “I’ve heard that before.”
I leaned in, slowly invading her space. “Not from me.”
Inhaling sharply through her parted plump lips, she cleared her throat and tried to shake off my charm. “And you are?”
“Bronze Black,” I said proudly and extended my hand.
“Sloane,” she replied and shook my hand. “And I’m not telling you my last name because I just met you.”
“Fair enough,” I returned, reluctant to let go of her silky smooth skin. “Have you been to Precious Metals before?”
She shook her head. “Nope. It’s my first time.”
“Then you have to try our signature drink.” I turned back to the bar and flagged Layla. “Bring her a couple of BWOLs.”
“Coming right up,” she chirped and disappeared behind the bar.
“Um, I’m not sure what you ordered for me, but if you think you’re going to get me drunk and have your wicked way with me, you’ve got another thing coming, buddy.”
I grinned devilishly and turned my head so she could see the dimple I knew was visible even through my beard. “My wicked way? How do you know my way is wicked?” I teased.
She laughed lightly. “Just a guess.”
“My ways are wicked good,” I clarified right as Layla returned with her drinks.
“Oh, vomit. Stop talking. Right now. Just let me drop these drinks off, and I’ll be gone before I accidentally hear something I don’t want to hear. There we go. La-la-la,” she sang as she rushed away from the table.
“I take it you two know each other,” she prompted.
“You could say that,” I chuckled and immediately realized my mistake by the furrowing of Sloane’s forehead. “She’s my brother’s Old Lady.”
“Old Lady? Like an MC Old Lady?” she asked excitedly.
“Yeah,” I replied slowly, trying to figure out why I was disappointed in her reaction. She wouldn’t be the first bitch I fucked solely because she wanted to bang a biker, but she seemed different somehow.
She leaned back and glanced over me from head to toe. “You’re not in your brother’s club?”
“What makes you ask that?”
“Because you’re not wearing a cut. Isn’t that one of the rules? That you have to wear it unless you’re out of town or in a car?”
“All right, Sweet Sloane, I think it’s time for us to move this conversation to a table,” I said and got to my feet. Leaning over the bar, I had to stretch for it, but I managed to snag my cut from where it was hanging under the bar and slid it over my shoulders. “Layla, have somebody bring our drinks and a couple of glasses of water over to our table,” I called out as I took Sloane’s hand and led her to a booth in the far corner of the bar.”
I gestured for her to have a seat, snorting when she sat as close to the edge of the seat as possible. “That’s not going to save you. It doesn’t matter if you sit right beside me or stand across the room; if I want you, I’ll get you.”
3
A delicious shiver ran down my spine, and I struggled to keep my eyes from flicking up to his to see the sexy smirk I knew he was wearing. I needed to know about his club before I went further down the rabbit hole with him.
Trying to seem clueless, I focused on the patches on the front of his leather vest and asked, “Is your club like the one on that TV show?”
He grinned and leaned forward, bracing himself on his elbows. “Why? You want me to take you for a ride?” he asked suggestively.
“Bronze! Please work on your timing,” Layla said desperately.
Extending her hand to me, she smiled, “Hi, I’m Layla, Bronze’s sister-in-law.”
“Also known as Queen Cock Blocker.”
“That’s not what your brother said,” she retorted.
“Hi. I’m Sloane, Bronze’s hostage for the evening.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “Oh, that’s great. Do you two need anything else?”
Bronze winked. “Bring her a couple more BWOLs, and I’ll have my usual.”
When she disappeared, I turned back to him and reminded him of my question. “So, about your club?”