knows we’re not lesbians.”
“Maybe I’m bi.” She lifted her chin and pouted. “Besides, we’re both hot as fuck.”
“While I don’t disagree with that statement, I’m only here for my sweet angel.”
She huffed a little under her breath and turned away. Suited me just fine. I was only here for one reason.
“My name’s Trish,” my angel announced, reaching up and tugging on my beard so I was staring down and into her eyes. “Let’s get that straight. I see who I want. Do what I want. Got it?”
Nice try. “Until this moment, sure,” I replied smoothly, “but now I’m gonna help you out with that.”
“Do you ever listen when other people are talking?” Her gaze roamed the leather of my cut. “President. I should have known.” A look of sudden disgust appeared. “Sorry, Grim, but I’m not interested.”
What the fuck was that? Did she have something against bikers? Her reaction went from playful to closed off in the blink of an eye. I needed to do something and fast.
“Listen, baby,” I growled, “I don’t know what you’re thinkin’ but I’m just gonna stalk this bar until you agree to let me give you a ride home.”
Her hands went straight to those curvy hips and all I could envision were those bare thighs wrapped around my waist as I plunged my cock inside her over and over again. I’d pound that pussy and have her coming so hard she’d forget every argument against us that she had.
“What time are you done?” I asked again, not moving out of her way.
Her arms rose and crossed over her chest, pushing her cleavage up and out of her top. I was tempted to lean down and run my tongue over the mounds just to prove she wanted my touch. There was indecision in her eyes and that wouldn’t do. I needed my angel. Now that I found her, I wasn’t letting her walk away.
My Reaper had latched onto her fast. Intrigued by her innocence and light, he was dead set on claiming her in every way possible. Visions of how he’d fuck her and bring her to the edge of orgasm, delighting in the tight wetness as he plunged in and out of her pussy was almost too much to ignore. My dick was rigid and painfully hard against the zipper of my jeans with no chance of that changing anytime soon.
What I thought was the sun’s rays covering her in a halo all those years ago was actually her pure and innocent aura. One of the brightest and sweetest I’d ever come across. To this day, I’d yet to find one as perfect as the blonde who stood mere inches away.
Holding out my hand, I introduced myself. “Name’s Grim but that’s my road name. You want to know I’m serious?” I asked, backing her up against the counter as I leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “My real name is Dexter Lanford. Dex, for short. You can call out any of them you want when you’re coming. I won’t mind.”
She blushed and I knew she was picturing it in her head. “Get out of here.” I could see her start to crack a smile and saw my way in.
“Give me a chance, beautiful. We’d be great together.”
“Who thinks that? You? Or your dick?”
“Both,” I answered honestly. Why lie?
She accepted my handshake and I held onto her, rubbing small circles into her soft flesh. “Tricia Holloway. Trish to my friends.”
“Well, Trish you and are I gonna be real close. Might as well get used to the idea.”
A serious expression crossed her face. “I know. Knew it then too,” she admitted.
She remembered me. Wow.
I caged her in as I released her hand and my body pressed flush against her own. “I’ve never forgotten you. Not one single day.” Lowering my head further, I brushed my lips across hers so fast she didn’t have time to shove me away. “I’ll be back for you, angel. Every night. You’ll see.”
Bodie was calling my name and I knew something was up. My phone had vibrated my pocket a few times, but I ignored the world to have my five minutes with Trish.
She was gonna be my ol’ lady. She just didn’t know it yet.
Her aura pulsed a little brighter and I smiled a soft and confident grin that proved I was right. Trish Holloway knew it and in her baby blues I saw a woman who needed all that I could offer. If I didn’t have a