Page 9 of Wicked Ends
He pushed the plate toward me. “Make a wish.”
Those sudden, hot tears that always seemed close to the surface threatened to spill over. This simple act of kindness—ordering a dessert for the lonely girl who had nowhere to go on her birthday but a highway biker bar alone—was nearly enough to break me into pieces. I dashed the unwanted tears from my eyes, Marcus watching every movement, his expression curious.
I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart and leaned in to blow out the flickering flame. Putting my wish out in the universe, hoping against hope that this time, my luck would change.
Let this be the place. Let me find a home.
Marcus
I kickedthe stragglers out a little after midnight. I didn’t fucking work at The Clutch and I didn’t owe my brother a late shift.
Besides, I had something better to do, and she was sitting at the bar, looking like she was thinking about leaving.
As I moved around the bar, turning off lights and picking up chairs, my body twinged. Practice today had been brutal. I’d planned to head back to the Hellions’ dorms, sit in the hot tub for a little bit, and sleep it off.
Instead, thanks to fucking Cole, I was here.
Still, maybe I had something to thank my brother for after all. Once the lights were off, the bar was the solitary bright spot in the dim light. It shone on the birthday girl’s head, a caramel halo.
I got closer. She twisted around on the stool and shoved to her feet.
“I should go. I just wanted to say thanks for tonight,” she breathed.
She’d had a couple of drinks, enough to pry her shoulders from under her ears, but her eyes were bright and clear. She stared up at me. The woman who’d teared up at a slice of apple pie with a candle for a birthday cake. The one who saw colors in music.
“Wait for me to finish locking up, I’ll give you a ride,” I told her.
She shook her head immediately and backed away. “No, it’s fine.”
I stalked after her toward the door and rested a palm on the handle when she reached it. I’d already locked up, so there was nowhere for her to go.
“No, it’s not. I drive you, or you don’t leave,” I told her calmly.
She smiled faintly and tipped her head to the side. “I don’t leave? And where would I go? Are you offering your back room for a reasonable rent? I would actually take you up on that,” she rambled.
I reached out and slid my hand around the back of her neck. She froze.
With a tug, I turned her, pushing her back against the door and moving my hand to the front of her neck. Her pulse beat wildly under my hand.
“You know we’re going to fuck, don’t you? You know it, and I know it… and I’ve been waiting for fucking hours for it.”
My words sent heat flooding up her creamy cheeks. It stained down her neck, and I used my other hand to tug down theneckline of her tight little top so I could see if that delicious color continued down to her tits.
It did. Fuck, I was hard, and I’d been hard since the back room, when she’d pulled my hand onto her thick, juicy fucking thighs and touched me so carefully. I’d been ready to fuck her since she’d insisted on patching me up.
People generally didn’t worry what happened to me. Not my jailbird father, not my MC pres older brother, and sure as shit not my mother, who’d run off when I was eight.
Arianna’s breath caught. I trailed a finger up the middle of her cleavage. She had tits for days. Tits to get lost in, and I couldn’t wait to be the man who explored them.
It had been longer than I could remember since I’d had a conversation in the bar about anything more than tits, ass, and motor oil, and then in walks this stunner. Dangerously curvy, hockey fan, and knew music. She was mine from the second she’d sat down, and every biker with half a brain in the bar had known it.
“I—I don’t know what to say,” she breathed, her eyes dark and excited.
“Say, ‘Yes, Marcus, I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me all night,’ because anything else would be a lie.” My lips curved in a wicked smile at the way she shivered beneath my touch.
“I…” she started and stopped herself. Seeming to take hold of her confidence, she tipped her head back and nodded. “I don’t do this kind of thing.”
Her sweetness was written all over her. Yes, she didn’t strike me as a one-night hookup kind of girl, but that was fine. I’d be her first.
