Never a Saint - Lila Rose Page 0,26

a second before he righted them. “Right, we goin’?” He nodded toward the aisle.

“Yep.”

He followed me out silently. I didn’t know if I should give him time in his head or talk some crap that got him out. I’d let him have it until we got to our next destination.

The drive to the bar was short. I parked down the road and got out.

Kylo’s door opened, and he called, “Where we goin’?”

“Gettin’ a drink. There’s a cool place down the road.”

“I’m not really feelin’ it.”

“Come on, one drink, and then we can go,” I said, and started down the path. I heard his door slam closed. I locked the car, and then his footsteps ate up the concrete as he pulled up beside me.

“One drink?”

I winked. “Promise.”

“Fine.”

I stepped through the door and noted the place was busy, but not packed, which was good. We’d be able to find a place to sit and chat for a while. “Go find a place to park our asses. I’ll get us a beer.” Kylo nodded, and I watched him make his way over to the far right where there was a spare booth.

I grabbed our drinks and took them over. Once I placed his on the table and got a thank-you, I sat and scooted around to sit closer to him. I noted his pulse in his throat ticked up faster. I smiled to myself and took a sip. When Kylo took a gulp, I noticed how his throat moved and wanted to know what it would be like to shift in and kiss him right there.

Shaking my head, I glanced away and around the bar. I couldn’t deny it—I wanted to know what everything felt like with Kylo. I’d never kissed a guy. I wondered if it would be so different to a woman—already getting a blow job was, but what about fucking? What would it feel like to slide into his ass?

My cock throbbed from the thought.

“What’re you thinkin’?” Kylo asked.

I snorted. “You don’t want to know.” I glanced at him and whatever he saw made him nod. I winked and chuckled.

Kylo cleared his throat. “Did you always think you’d end up where you are?”

“What? In a bar with you?”

He coughed. “No. Just… the business and in the MC?”

“Nah. In high school, I thought I wanted to be a truck driver. Then by the end, I knew I wanted to run my own business, but I didn’t have a clue how. I went to college for a year on a business degree, but fuckin’ hated it. I got out, went from job to job, and then met State and Country one night out where I used to serve drinks. There was a fight. They had each other’s backs, but I lent a helpin’ hand because I knew they hadn’t started it and were outnumbered. This was before the other brothers could get there and help. I was intrigued by the brotherhood. I had friends, but no one I could depend on to have my back like that. I had Lucas, but we weren’t so close. Not like we are now. Before State and Country could leave, I approached them, askin’ what it took to get into the club. Country patted me on the back and said I’d proved all I had to that night. I became a prospect.” I smiled at Kylo. “Did all the shit jobs until I was a full member. It was then I spoke to them about runnin’ our own business of pussy. With enough willin’ women in the club, they might as well get paid for it.” I shrugged. “It took off from there, and not once have I regretted my decisions.” I took a sip and looked at him. “When I make my mind up about somethin’, I make sure it happens, to get what I want.”

Did he understand what I was saying?

By the way he swallowed slowly and how his chest rose and fell quickly, I reckoned he did.

“Things happen for a reason,” I said.

He hummed under his breath. “I guess they do, but some things that happen shouldn’t, and it needs to stop.”

Was he trying to say we needed to stop?

There was no way in hell. I hadn’t felt this fucking comfortable on a damn date before. Christ, I hadn’t really been on a date. I fucked women, but that was it. We hooked up for sex. I didn’t take them places like I wanted to with him.

This wasn’t stopping. He’d learn that