Colt (Devil's Nightmare MC #10) - Lena Bourne Page 0,3

more she flirts and smiles, matching me banter for banter, smile for a grin, as she makes sure I get a real good look at her boobs while we’re talking. I want to be the one who chases that fear out of her eyes. I want her to take me to her room in the back and fuck my brains out. I want her to forget whatever she’s afraid of, for tonight at least. Not much else I can offer.

And I fucking can’t even offer her that.

I’m on a job.

One of the president’s sons is giving me the stink eye over talking to her, and the last thing I need is to cause a scene. I should lean back, finish my beer, and ignore her for the rest of the evening. Do my job and nothing else for the rest of the evening. Maybe I am the good-for-nothing, lazy, piece of shit my father always said I was. Maybe Cross and the Devils will finally realize that tonight.

But the more I pull away from her, the closer she comes. I should’ve just let her keep on ignoring me.

But then I wouldn’t have learned that her name is Brenda.

Whatever that means. It means something. Because my dick is rock hard just from imagining her whispering my name while riding it.

By the far wall, Blaze’s got Ace in a drunken bear hug type thing. He’s probably giving him the message. I completely missed Ace walking in, and my sole purpose for being here is watching for him. It’s not good to get on the Devils’ bad side, everyone knows that. And what happens if you disappoint them? I don’t even want to try and answer that question.

Snow White with the wicked eyes will have to wait. Maybe forever. She’s got all these Sinner dwarfs to take care of and I got a job to do. A job she’ll probably hate me for once it’s done.

Brenda

I only stepped away to fill Lisa’s order and the next thing I know, the guy—Colt—is on the other side of the bar, leaning on the wall by the front door. His gaze still caressed my naked skin like a warm breeze every once in a while, but that was it. Smoke and bodies prevented our eyes locking. My enslavement behind this counter prevented me from walking over and throwing myself at him. I hardly even caught him looking at me.

A waste.

More than a waste.

I’ve lost my touch. I knew that for certain when I returned from the back room carrying a heavy crate of beer, and he was gone.

I never wanted a night at this bar to end more than I wanted this one to end after that. Not even my first night here was more disappointing than this one.

But the Sinners just kept partying, kept shouting and smoking and breaking bottles and glasses, making a mess that’s gonna take me hours to clean up tomorrow morning. Stormi didn’t show. Ace never came back out from the back room. And Piston ignored every one of my attempts at starting a conversation with him. He’s probably pissed at me for flirting with that guy.

I just can’t catch a fucking break in this place!

Colt

I slipped away from the bar as soon as she turned her back on me. I met her eyes one last time across the crowded room, but that was it. Mine were kinda watering from all the smoke hanging like a sheet in the air, hers were just filled with anger and regret, I hope. But what the fuck else am I supposed to do? I’m here on a job, a job that might end with every one of these bikers partying in here tonight dead. I could come back for her later when all is done, but she’s probably not gonna want anything to do with me then.

I promise myself I’m gonna try anyway since she’s such a rare beauty, like a blue rose or something, but tonight’s all about making sure Ace gets out of here in one piece. He’s been undercover with the Sinners for a couple of weeks, blending in and trying to find out who the snitch that’s talking to the feds is. Either he’s now found that out, or our President has decided to handle the problem another way, Ace’s job here is done. He needs to come back with me and Blaze tonight.

I keep glancing at the door to the left of the bar counter he left through, but