it rest there, my pinky finger just grazing her pussy. She sucks in a deep breath, but when she doesn’t shove me away, I leave it there, taking it as an invitation.
“Hey, guys, can I take your order?” Claire, the server, asks. We’ve been coming here for years so she never blinks an eye anymore when faced with leather-wearing bikers.
“I’ll take a coffee and a stack of pancakes with syrup and a side of bacon,” I order, not even needing to think about it.
“I’ll take the sausage and biscuits with a side of gravy and black coffee. Thanks, Claire,” Saint adds.
She turns to Reign. “And for you, sugar?”
Reign looks at the menu, then to Saint, then to me.
“I’ll have the same, please,” she answers with a smile.
“Which one, pancakes or biscuits?” Claire asks, confused.
“Oh, sorry, I mean, I’ll take both meals, please. Pancakes, bacon, sausage, biscuits, and gravy. I’m starving.”
Claire blinks at her for a moment, stunned, before smiling. “Well, okay then. I’ll bring it out as soon as it’s done.” She rips off the ticket and heads to the kitchen while Saint and I look at Reign with amusement.
“There is no way you’ll eat all that,” I tease her. She’s only an itty-bitty thing.
“Priest, Priest, Priest. When are you going to realize I’m not like other girls? I can eat all that and likely still be hungry in an hour. My brothers are the same way,” she tells me with a shrug.
Saint points out the obvious. “I bet your brothers aren’t built like you, though.”
“Oh no, Tate’s rack is far bigger than mine,” she jokes.
“How about a little bet,” I coax.
“Hm... tell me what you’re offering.”
“If you eat everything on your plate, I won’t bitch about you working at the garage and I’ll even keep Bates off your back when he finds out about it later.”
She looks at me for a second before narrowing her eyes. “And if I lose?”
“And if you lose, I’ll still do all those things,” I admit. It’s my way of saying sorry for being a dick earlier. “But I also get to fuck you however I want to, whenever I want to, afterward.”
Her eyes widen a fraction at that as she squirms in her seat. “Okay, fine. Deal.”
She has no idea what she just agreed to because Bea’s is famous for one other thing besides its quality of food—its portion size. She finds out ten minutes later when the food arrives at our table.
I stare at her in shock as she groans, her belly looking a little rounded after she’s eaten so much.
“Holy fuck! I can’t believe you ate all that. How the fuck did you manage to get all that inside you?”
“That’s what she said,” she snarks before groaning again.
“I will never bet against you again,” Saint adds, looking just as shocked as I am.
“You didn’t bet against me,” she points out, missing the exchange of cash beneath the table.
“And I never will,” he tells her with a wink.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” I scoot out of the booth and drop enough cash on the table to cover the food and generous tip.
Ever so slowly, she follows and pauses to stand in front of me with big, puppy dog eyes, chewing on her bottom lip.
“What?” I question warily.
“Carry me?” she asks with a pout.
I shake my head at her ridiculousness, but I can’t pass up the opportunity to have her luscious curves in my arms, either.
“What’s in it for me?” I ask, not even trying to hide my grin.
“I promise not to throw up on you, and if you are super nice, I might let you snuggle me later,” she offers.
I frown. I’m a biker, for fuck’s sake. I don’t snuggle.
“You do like naked snuggles, right?” she says with a grin of her own.
Okay, so maybe this snuggling shit has some perks.
“Deal.” I swing her up into my arms, pull her tight to my chest, and carry her outside to my bike, gently lowering her to her feet as Saint walks over with her jacket and the purple helmet he bought for her.
“Thank you,” she tells him, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek.
I take the helmet and slide it over her head, fastening the strap under her chin before helping her into her jacket.
“So chivalrous,” she teases.
“Perks of being my old lady.” I throw her a wink before climbing on my bike and holding out my hand for her to climb on behind me. Once she’s on, she