Crossroads (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series) - DD Prince Page 0,8

it down between my brother and the object of my desires.

“Grub for you, boys,” I greeted and smiled at Spencer, then made eye contact to greet all of the other guys before my eyes settled on Christian’s.

He didn’t react. His formerly smiling face was now like stone. Carved stone that was perfect. His eyes were baby blue. His facial hair looked silky soft. I wanted to touch it and find out. His hand was wrapped around the neck of his beer bottle and his fingers looked strong, capable. I felt tingles as I observed arm vein porn up close.

“Jojo,” my brother said my name like I was his savior and reached for the food like he was half-starved.

“Spency. What’s up?”

“Nothin’ much. You?” He shoved a mound of loaded nachos into his mouth and groaned in ecstasy.

Christian put his beer to his lips. I felt invisible. He wasn’t giving off any negative vibes toward me. He wasn’t giving me anything. Not a fucking thing.

“Can we get some extra sour cream and salsa?” Christian abruptly deigned to speak to me, though did it like I was just any old waitress and didn’t make eye contact. “Since fuck-nuts over here,” he gestured to Nolan, “doesn’t have sharing etiquette.”

“Huh?” Nolan asked with his mouth full.

“You a double fuckin’ dipper?” Jesse accused. “Don’t do that shit, man. That’s nasty, you uncultured swine.”

I laughed and met Christian’s eyes with mine. “I’ll take care of you.” I moistened my lips with my tongue and winked.

And… nothing. He sipped his beer and reached for a chicken wing.

“Etiquette,” Nolan groaned with an eyeroll. “Listen to Mr. Big Words.”

I chuckled and zipped to the kitchen and assembled some dipping bowls. A minute later I delivered everyone their own salsa and sour cream.

“See. Each of you get your own. You can quadruple dip if you wanna.”

I gave Christian his dipping bowls last, getting as close to him as I could get without completely invading his space.

I wasn’t entirely sure, but could’ve swore his eyes were on my Harley Davidson top clad boobs for a millisecond. Yes. It was something.

I went back to the kitchen and helped out some more. Half an hour later, the kitchen was closing, and we needed a bunch of tables bussed, so I ran out to help.

And that was when I felt bile bubble at the back of my throat.

He was at the pool table, chalking up his cue. And a redheaded biker bunny moved in, pressing her tits up against him. He was looking down at her with a cock-eyed grin. And then he squeezed her ass, pulling her closer. The look on his face, the heated look he gave her? It did not feel good in my tummy.

My blood ran cold at the same time as my face went hot and then I fumbled and dropped a tray of dirty dishes all over the fucking floor. Fuck.

Leanne and Sharon rushed over to help me clean up. I glanced in his direction, seeing he was playing pool and she was leaned against the pool table. Her eyes were on me and my mess, as would anyone else in the joint, but to Christian Forker, I was still invisible.

***

At two o’clock in the morning, in my room above the bar, I heard female noises through the wall that separated me from Fork. That’s right. Right then, he wasn’t Christian to me, he was Fork.

Giggling. A deep male voice. More giggling. A few bumps and bangs. Something banged into the wall that separated us. And then, a deep male moan.

It burned. It burned so much I had tears in my eyes. I wanted to pound on the wall. I wanted to pound on the redhead.

I turned my back to that wall and squeezed my eyes shut tight. Behind my eyelids I saw visions of Luke, of his long, dark hair dangling over me as we made out on the floor in front of the fire at the cabin. I saw dark and wet tire tracks on a road and heard sounds of breaking glass during a thunderstorm. I heard an ambulance. I shoved it all away. Or, I tried. But then I heard another feminine giggle and there was another bang against my wall.

Finally, unable to take it, I threw on my robe and stormed to the kitchen for a drink of water. Music played in the club lounge. I heard voices and the sound of people playing foosball. I drank my water and stormed past all the