Last Mile (Vicious Cycle #3) - Katie Ashley Page 0,23
could have one dream come true, what would it be?”
With a grunt, I replied, “Wow, that’s the fucking cheesiest question I’ve ever heard.”
She poked me in the shoulder with the end of the cue stick. “Oh no, you don’t get to judge the question. By the rules of your game, you have to answer it.”
I held up a hand. “Fine, then. I’ll answer your hokey little question.”
“I’m waiting,” she said while tapping the toe of her boots. Damn, if it wasn’t both cute and sexy.
After fighting the urge to growl at her, I decided to answer her honestly. “The one dream I want to come true is to open my own motorcycle shop.”
Samantha blinked at me in surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah, really. What did you expect I would say? That I wanted a threesome with two Playboy models or to have a ten-inch dick?”
“Well, you can’t blame me for being surprised after your initial response to my first question.”
“That’s true.”
“And you mean you don’t have a ten-inch dick?” she questioned teasingly.
I laughed. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
She grinned. “I’ll admit that my curiosity is certainly piqued.”
“Let’s just say the size of my dick will stay a secret for now.”
“Such a pity,” Samantha replied, before winking at me.
Since I knew we needed to get off the subject of my dick, I leaned over the table and positioned my cue. “My turn again.”
“Wait a minute.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I questioned, “What?”
“I want to know more about the motorcycle shop you want to open.”
I shook my head. “I said we had to tell a secret, not go into a bunch of bullshit detail about the secret.”
“But you answered my questions about boxing. Why won’t you answer this one?” Stepping closer to me, she said, “Is the big, bad biker boy afraid to share?”
“I share myself just fine,” I countered with a smirk.
“Physically I bet you spread yourself around, but I’m talking about emotionally. Would it really kill you to explain to me why you want to open your own shop?”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “You’re shitting me, right?”
“I’m not exactly sure what ‘shitting’ is, but I’m pretty sure I’m being sincere when I say that I want to hear about the shop.”
Bringing my free hand to my face, I scratched my chin in surprise. Having a woman interested in something about me other than fucking was certainly a first. From the start of our conversation, Sam had seemed genuinely interested in my life. I couldn’t imagine she was pulling my chain. “You really mean it?”
Samantha grinned. “Yeah, I do.”
I drew in a deep breath. “Okay, then, here it is. I love rebuilding old, broken-down bikes. I love making some former pile of junk into something amazing. So I want to open a shop where I can sell these rebuilt bikes. You know, something that is just mine—nothing to do with my brothers or the club.” Once I finished, I couldn’t bring myself to look her in the eye. I almost jumped when I felt her hand on my shoulder. When I dared to meet her gaze, I found that she was smiling sincerely at me.
“I don’t know why you didn’t want to tell me about that. It sounds like a fantastic idea—one that you could make money at as well as doing what you love.”
I bit my tongue to ask her once again if she was shitting me. Instead, I returned her smile. “Thank you. It means a lot when people take me seriously. I haven’t gotten a whole lot of that from my family over the years. Of course, sometimes I haven’t given them a whole lot of reasons to take me seriously.”
“Being the youngest means you get shit on a lot, huh?”
“How did you know I was the youngest?”
Samantha waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, Marley told me about your brothers, Deacon and Rev, when he was telling me all about the club. He’s really interested in the club and maybe one day patching in. He’s talked about it a lot to me.”
“I’m glad to hear he’s interested. He’ll need to keep up his spirits to get through the prospect phase.”
“It’s a pretty shitty period, huh?”
“Oh yeah, the worst. Especially when your dad is the president and your two older brothers are officers. You tend to catch even more hell to prove yourself.”
“Poor baby of the family.”
“You the youngest, too?”
Shaking her head, Samantha said, “I probably shouldn’t answer your question unless you sink a ball. I hate being a rule breaker.”