The Biker and the Loner (Oil and Water #3)- S. Ann Cole Page 0,2
I developed something inexplicable for him. He has this thing that he does to me, where he chucks me under my chin like I'm a kid. And although it’s usually done with an amused smirk and a condescending comment like “you’re cute”, I came to cherish those chin chucks, as I realized that he didn’t do it with anyone else. Only me. Slowly but surely, I tumbled into infatuation with him…
Until one night, when I overheard him call me a “crazy bitch” to Grunt.
Granted, I did give him reason, what with all my co-dependent obsessiveness with his best friend. But still, it was mean and hurt my feelings. Since then, I’ve tried to steer clear of him, because surprisingly enough, his words weren’t enough to obliterate my idiotic feelings for him. Silly me, right?
“What?” I ask, confused.
“Was told to look out for you,” he informs me. “I wanna know why.”
Look out for me? Who would…? Of course… Grunt. Well, that’s nice of him. It would be even nicer if he came back and un-abandoned me, though.
“You’re relieved of your duties,” I tell him, turning my attention back to the fire. “I don’t need a guardian angel.”
“You can’t relieve me if you didn’t charge me. And trust me, there’s nothing angelic about this son of a bitch.”
I scoff. “I didn’t mean an angel of heaven.” I turn and give him a pointed look. “I can get to hell all on my own, thank you very much.”
He chuckles as if it’s the funniest thing. “Looking forward to seeing you there, then. Hope you won’t be off-limits down in the pits, too.”
Hmm. His words are startling. First off, I had no idea I’m still categorized as “off-limits.” But it explains a lot. Second, he’s never showed an ounce of interest in me before. Even when everyone else ogled and secretly tried to get with me behind Grunt’s back, Scratch was the only one who never showed any sexual interest in me whatsoever.
To know now that he’s wanted to all along, well, this is good news. Not because I’m interested in his whoring ass anymore, but because my mission for conning my way through the gates of this MC was never accomplished.
I still have my V-card.
I still need it gone.
With Scratch leaving to join the Marines tomorrow, he’s an even better candidate than Grunt was. If my fire god is good to me, then this man who called me a crazy bitch will die in battle and never return. How did I not consider this before?
I toss a conspiratorial wink at the bonfire before looking to Scratch again. Tipping my head to the side, I drink in his features once more. Yep, still hot, still irresistible. “Who said I was off-limits?”
He gives me a weird look. “Did you just...did you just wink at the bonfire?”
“Yes, I did,” I deadpan. “Who said I was off-limits?”
“Who do you think?”
“That’s ridiculous. We’re not together anymore.” I wave a hand around. “He’s not even here.”
He shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. He’s still a brother.”
Rocking forward, I set my beer down on the patchy-grassed earth, then straighten up from the chair and move to sit astride him. He seems taken aback by this bold move, but the desire broiling in his eyes for me keeps him from protesting. I’ve hung around here long enough and observed the Club Cats mannerisms, saw how they seduced the men. All I have to do is mimic them and Scratch will be mine for the night.
In a sultry tone, I rejoin, “And what if I say I’m available?”
He swallows.
I slide my hands under his biker vest and rub my palms over his cotton-covered chest. “What if I say I want your big, hard cock inside me right now?”
His erection swells beneath me, hard and threatening. But again, he swallows and replies, “Can’t do it...Grunt—”
“Picture me,” I say, bringing mouth to his ear and licking his lobe, “legs spread wide on your bed… I’m pink and glistening, dripping wet for you.”
A groan reverberates in his throat.
“Your cock is so hard for me it’s painful,” I continue, “and you’re fisting yourself while you watch me slide my finger inside my own heat. You’re jealous...so jealous of my finger. You want to take its place...plunge deep inside me, feel my warm heat clench around your hard dick.” I bite his earlobe and lick the side of his neck. “Now, what’s stopping you?”
His chest heaves up and down. Beneath my palm, his heartbeat thumps wildly. As if in an