Page 7 of Rookie Mistake

There are people loitering outside of the entrance that look like they’re fromSons of Anarchy, some standing, some leaning along motorcycles with tall handlebars. Nearly everyone is wearing leather and bandanas, and that’s when it hits me.

Turning to face Davis, who’s just closed the car door behind him, I say, “Outlaw Oasis. You brought me to a biker bar?”

The dimple in his cheek pops as he nods. “Yep.”

Holy shit.

Well, this night just gota lotmore interesting.

chapter three

Davis

“Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked”— Cage The Elephant

Zara asked for spontaneous, and I’m pretty fucking sure there’s nothing more spontaneous than a night of karaoke at a biker bar after buying me in an auction at a frat house.

But, then again, the night is still young and the possibilities endless.

Her pretty, bright red lips are parted in surprise, and I have to stop myself from reaching out and dragging my thumb along that plump bottom lip.

We’ve been dancing around each other since I first laid eyes on her in the Kappa house, and there’s nothing more that I want right now than to taste to see if she’s as delicious as she looks.

“It’s karaoke night. Seemed like somethingwild and fun,” I say, repeating her earlier words back to her. “Unless… you’d rather do something a little less…crazy?”

Her piercing green eyes narrow as her brow arches, and she shakes her head. “Nope. Obviously, you had no way of knowing this, but I actually karaoke at the Outlaw Oasis all the time. I’m a regular.”

“Oh? That so?”

She nods. “Yeah. Is this your first time?Socute.”

A laugh rumbles from my chest.

This fucking girl.

She’s a breath of fresh air, and I’m desperate for another inhale, like an addict ready for their next hit.

When I saw her standing there across the room in that tiny black dress with those combat boots and bright red lips, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

I watched as she tossed her head back, her dark, midnight-black hair falling near her waist as she laughed at something her friend said, and fuck, I wasenthralled.

It took me by surprise because it was the first time I’d ever felt such a… pull to a girl before. As sappy as it sounds, I was drawn to her, like a fucking magnet or something.

And I had to have more than just a glimpse in a crowded room.

I probably would’ve got down on my knees for her in front of everyone if she asked and not thought twice about it.

“C’mon, I’ll show you around,” she says with a smirk as she laces her fingers in mine and pulls me toward the entrance. “You know, since I’ve been heresooften.”

Something tells me this girl would match me toe to toe no matter what I threw at her, and that’s so goddamn hot.

I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I’m being dragged through the front door by a girl that’s half my size or the fact that weclearlyare not regular patrons of this establishment, but it has everyone’s attention on us.

Probably a mixture of both.

The inside of the crowded bar is dark, with the same concrete-colored as the exterior, lit mostly by neon signs along the walls and dim fixtures hanging above the well-used pool tables. There’s a small dance floor that faces the stage, where someone’s belting out a fuckinghorriblerendition of “Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked.”

Zara whips to face me, her emerald eyes bright with excitement. “Yesss. I fucking love this song! Let’s dance.” She lifts her hands above her head while her gaze stays locked on mine, pulling her plump bottom lip between her teeth, her hips beginning to sway to the beat. My mouth goes fucking dry.

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