our next-door neighbor came over for her weekly coffee date with Mom. I was around five years old, so I was playing nearby while they were in the kitchen talking. I overheard Rebecca tell my mom that she caught her husband sleeping with another woman. Naturally, my mom asked who he was sleeping with. Before Rebecca could answer, my five-year-old self couldn’t wait to ask my own question. ‘You can get caught cheating while sleeping?’ ‘No, sweetie,’ my mom answered, completely dismissing me. But I needed to know. Mainly because I didn’t want to get in trouble for something I didn’t know was possible. So, I continued. ‘My teacher said people sometimes lie and cheat to win. Maybe she’s a better sleeper than you are, and he wanted to win.’” I barely managed to get it out before I started hysterically laughing like I did each time I told that story.
Thankfully, he was laughing too. “Shit. You told that woman her husband cheated because she was bad in bed!”
“I didn’t mean it like that! I was only five!” I insisted and playfully swatted at him.
The moment my palm made contact with his chest, his hand circled around my wrist and pulled, closing the space between us. When my body made contact with his, he wrapped one arm around my shoulders and buried his face in the crook of my neck. “Every time you laugh, your tits bounce beautifully, and I feel like it’s only fair to warn you that I’m about four bounces away from putting my hands on them,” he rumbled against my skin.
The combination of a sinful biker, a long dry spell, and a few glasses of liquid courage had the words coming out of my mouth without thinking. “I think it’s only fair to warn you that I’m about to bounce four times.”
He tightened his hold on me as I felt his teeth graze the skin of my neck. “I’m not playing, Sloane. I’ll put you on my dick right here in this booth.”
I tried to stifle the groan his words elicited from me, but he heard it. “You want my cock, baby?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “But not here.”
I felt him grin against my skin. “Where to, Sweet Sloane?”
“Uh, it’d be easier for you to follow me,” I said, not wanting to admit I couldn’t remember the name of the hotel. I knew where it was, though, and that’s what really mattered.
He pulled back and shook his head. “Nope. We’ve both been drinking. Gimme a sec, and I’ll get us a ride.” After sending a text to someone, he placed his phone on the table. “He’ll be here in about ten minutes.”
“How many of these have I had?” I asked when I noticed two untouched BWOLs on the table.
“Why does it matter? It’s just a number. Judge by how you feel,” he advised.
“Drinking advice from a bar-owning biker. Now, if that’s not a cliché, I don’t know what is,” I teased. Since I wasn’t going to be driving, I saw no reason to let the two BWOLs on the table go to waste. Quickly downing both, I asked, “Any chance I can get two more before our ride gets here?”
“Why? You nervous?” he asked and studied me carefully.
“Oh,” I laughed when realization dawned. “No, it’s nothing like that. I just really like them.”
He nodded knowingly and got to his feet. “Yeah, we hear that a lot. I’ll be right back.”
While he was gone, I dug through my purse and found some cash. When he returned with two drinks for me and one for him, I pushed the money to him. “If that’s not enough to cover the tab, let me know.”
He snorted and pushed it back to me. “Owners drink and eat for free. As do their guests.”
“That’s very generous of you. Thanks,” I said sincerely. I really didn’t expect him to comp my drinks even though he’d joked about bartering for the tab earlier.
He shrugged. “It’s something we’ve always done. Drink up,” he said and pointed to his wrist even though he wasn’t wearing a watch.
I opted not to point it out and helped myself to the last two drinks while we waited to be picked up.
When Bronze’s phone lit up with a text, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the booth behind him. “Grant’s here.”
“Is that what you guys call Uber?” I laughed.
“Nah, Grant’s a prospect for the club.” He stopped beside a lifted truck and opened the back door for me. To