Page 36 of Bloom: Part 2

“I’m not there yet. I’d have to think about it.”

“Okay. I get it.” He probably didn’t want to work with Crowe.

“By the way, I forgot to tell you that you look stunning. Makes me want to show you off, so how about we go somewhere for brunch?”

“Really?” My chest swelled with a rush of pleasure. “Where’d we go?”

“Doesn’t matter as long as the food’s good and I get to flaunt my gorgeous boyfriend around.”

“You think I’m gorgeous?”

“Not just me thinking. All the guys had their eyes on you when you walked in.”

What other guys? I glanced around, noticing for the first time that other bikers—mostly new prospects—sat at the table in the back, their gazes on us. I’d been so caught up in Gunner’s and Ben’s drama that I’d failed to see them.

“Let’s go.” Logan squeezed my ass, then gave me a gentle boost out of his lap. He stood and tugged on the front of his jeans, which were a bit too snug. He was hard. Just from me sitting on him?

I reached for his cock without thinking. He caught my hand and pulled me toward the door. “We’re in public. You can’t just feel me up whenever you like.”

“I sure can.”

“Behave. If you’re good, I’ll take you shopping after brunch. I want you wearing some sexy goth-looking lingerie that only I get to see.”

Sexy gothic lingerie? I’d never thought about it, but from the intense look in Logan’s eyes, he had. “Yeah? You think about me in that kind of lingerie?”

“Of course I do. There’s this one costume in my mind of you coming to bed dressed like a witch—a beautiful witch or a sexy vamp.”

I liked the sound of being his sexy vampy a little too much. “All right. You’re on.”

11

LOGAN

For a man who should be lying low, I took way too much pleasure in escorting Bloom into the trendy spot known for its gourmet brunches. I ran my hand possessively down to the small of his back, the sheer material of his shirt doing little to prevent skin-to-skin contact. The host did a double take, sweeping her gaze over Bloom. I didn’t blame her. He looked hot, something I’d never fixated on with partners. With Bloom, I couldn’t help but notice. Or appreciate it.

“Hi! Welcome to Hazel’s. We’re so happy to have you dining with us today.” The hostess’s perky smile revealed an even row of pearly whites. “Do the two of you complete your party?”

“Yes, just us two.” I pushed my thumb under Bloom’s shirt and rubbed it against his bare skin. His shudder was subtle, but I didn’t miss it.

“Have any preference for seating? We have tables available on the patio.”

“Inside is fine.” The climate was changing to cooler temperatures, and Bloom wasn’t wearing much.

“All right. Right this way, please.”

We followed the hostess through Hazel’s softly lit interior. Earthy tones and sleek lines wrapped the room in a cozy yet polished vibe. Curved leather booths lined the walls, each one set perfectly for intimacy. The ceiling, high and dark, contrasted with delicate, wicker-style light fixtures that cast golden patterns across the tables, filling the room with a warm glow.

“I think I’m a little underdressed,” Bloom said aloud.

“You’re perfect the way you are, sweetheart.”

“You’re just saying that because of all the skin you get to see.”

A small smirk played at the corner of his mouth as we slid into one of the rounded booths, the rich leather cool under our legs. The hostess handed us the menus, her gaze flicking back to Bloom once more, then left us alone.

“To be fair, I’m not used to you showing so much skin.” I took his hands, fiddling with the rings on his slender fingers. I’d never been turned on by hands before him. Never would I have expected so many firsts with him after all I’d experienced.

“This shirt was an order mixup I wasn’t sure I’d ever wear. But I dunno, I guess, I wanted to look sexy for you. All the other boys dress like this for their bikers, and they seem to love it. I don’t look ridiculous, do I?”

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