Page 13 of Filthy Hot

I'm silent for a moment as I think about not telling her what my road name means. “It’s not my legal name,” I half explain. She arches her brow as if she’s waiting for me to continue. I think about leaving it at that but decide against it. “It’s because my personality is focused. Like a dog with a bone,” I state.

“So, it’s your nickname, given to you by your group?” she asks, lifting her hand as she extends her index finger and points to the patch on my cut that I know reads in capitalized letters:DARK HORSE MC.

“That’s exactly it.”

Her tongue sneaks out and slides across her bottom lip. I want that tongue and lip in my mouth.

All the way in.

I want to taste her.

“I’m Kyle,” she says, finally introducing herself.

“Kyle?” I ask,

She hums. “I think my dad wanted a boy. My mom didn’t want anything. So, he named me Kyle.”

My eyes widen at her words, and I can’t help but smirk. I don’t know why, but that’s cute as fuck. Not that her parents are assholes, because I have my own issues with my parents. But her name. Kyle.

Cute as fuck.

“Well, Kyle. I’ll see you again soon, yeah?”

She hums, but a shadow crosses her eyes, and she shrugs a shoulder. “Okay.”

That part.

I want to know more about that, but not right now.

Soon.

KYLE

Gnaw is fine…with a capitalF.

I don’t think I can even breathe around him. He’s so beautiful. I know I said I would never get involved with another man after Xavier, that I need to heal and all of that… but I think I would have amnesia about my own thoughts given a chance with Gnaw.

What a dumb name, though.

But he’s hot enough that he can have a dumb name and work it still. Tall, muscular, in leather jeans made for his body, and boots. Short, neatly clipped hair and scruff. I am completely sold.

And that doesn’t even mention the full sleeve of tattoos I spotted on one of his arms, but I think there’s more of them. There has to be. I want to find out, and I want to trace them with my tongue.

Every single inch.

He walks away from me, out of the bar with his friend, but I can only stare at his ass as he goes. I should get in my car and drive straight out of here. Because that man is going to be trouble to me, and I have enough trouble with Xavier on my tail.

“Those boys are good boys, but they are not angels,” Sal announces.

Turning my head, I look over at him. He’s got a beer in his hand and lifts it to his lips, his gaze on mine. I don’t ask himwhat he means because I don’t think I need to. I could tell just from one look that Gnaw was no angel. He’s the real deal. He’s not playing bad boy. He isthebad boy.

“If you need protecting, though, those boys will lay down their lives for their women. Not telling you what to do or how to do it, but know they will fight for their own.”

With that, he drains his beer, sets it down on the bar, and stands from his seat. He’s telling me something that he thinks I need to hear. And he’s right. I do need protecting. I’m just not sure that I can ask anyone to do that for me. But if I could, I think I might be willing to ask Gnaw.

“The bar will be opening soon. You ready?”

“I’m ready,” I say, confirming with a single nod.

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