Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage Page 0,44
a swirly, kid.”
The freckled-faced monster takes a step back and runs away, crying for his mommy and daddy.
“A swirly? Now, that’s just mean. Are you a bully, Kansas?” Violet asks, taking a step forward at the same time I do. We are officially the second in line.
“No. I just don’t like brats who try to extort me.”
“Well, there goes my plan, gosh.”
I dip my head and reach my arm behind my neck, scratching the middle of my back as I take a peek at her with a grin. She’s always got me smiling for some reason.
“I’m kidding. I don’t need your money, remember?” she hip bumps me.
I love the lightheartedness of the conversation, but when she brings up money, it reminds me of the issue at hand.
Her dad is—was—the biggest drug dealer on the east coast. How do I casually bring that up in the middle of a perfect date?
“What can I get you two love-birds?” the man behind the window asks. He’s got flaming red hair and a beard that goes on for miles. Luckily, it’s covered with a hairnet.
“I’ll take your biggest hot chocolate. With extra marshmallows, please.”
She’s out to kill me. She knows exactly what she’s talking about. I bet she isn’t as innocent as she seems.
“A Big and Dirty for the lady!” he hollers behind him to another worker, a woman who is melting fresh chocolate.
“Big and Dirty coming up!” she echoes.
“Oh my god,” Violet whispers so only I can hear.
I bend down and whisper in her ear, “What? You don’t like it Big and Dirty, Springs?” I straighten before she can answer and place an elbow down on the counter. “I’ll take the same, please.”
“Another Big and Dirty!” he shouts over his shoulder.
Okay. I might have only said I wanted the same thing so I can see her reaction.
“Another Big and Dirty!” his employee repeats.
Violet is staring at the ground, but her cheeks are full and plump, telling me she’s smiling underneath all that hair.
“Do you want whipped cream on top?” he asks.
“Oh yeah, whipped cream is the perfect topping on anything. Wouldn’t you agree, sir?” I ask, tapping my fingers on the counter and doing my best not to laugh.
“Definitely,” he replies in a professional manner, not understanding the underlying meaning of what’s being said.
She nudges me in the side, giggling silently, and I love that we kind of have our own inside joke now.
“Two Big and Dirties.” He places them on the silver counter in front of us along with a red napkin that says ‘Lava Chocolate’ in a black cursive outline in a thin square box. “Enjoy.”
“Oh, we will. Thank you.” I grab the drinks and hand Violet hers.
She wraps hers around the black cup with a red lid, and as we walk away, she bursts out laughing, then snorts. “Oh god,” she tries to cover her mouth to muffle the sound, but it only makes her laugh harder.
Which means she is snorting every other second.
It’s fucking adorable.
Another perfect time to kiss her, but I won’t, simply because I want to hear her laugh.
“I will never be able to drink hot chocolate the same without thinking of this moment.” She wraps her lips around the opening in the lid and takes the first sip. She groans in enjoyment, licking the bit of whipped cream off the top of her lip right where the cupid’s bow is. “This is by far the best hot chocolate I have ever had.”
“Is it the biggest, dirtiest thing you’ve ever had in your mouth?”
“So what if it is? I’m not ashamed of that.”
I’m mid-swallow when she says that, and it has the hot liquid going down the wrong way. My eyes begin to water as I cough.
“Are you okay? Not used to having something so filthy in your mouth?” She sips her hot chocolate, watching me out of the corner of her eye.
“I will admit this is a first.”
“Aw look at us, witnessing the loss of our virginities together. Cheers.” She clinks our cups together, and my cock is starting to plump at what she said. Silence grows between us as we look at each other, and the gravity of her words start to sink in.
She is a virgin.
I am not, far from it, but if I would have known all those years ago that I would be in front of a woman like Violet, I would have saved myself for her.
“You know what I mean,” she adds, drinking her hot chocolate to stop herself from saying