Page 25 of Rogue's Path
Bikers. This doesn’t appear to be a biker bar. And those rides outside were pretty fancy for a motorcycle club. Though who am I to question what a biker can afford?
They certainly aren’t hard on the eyes, especially the silver fox at the back. What is it about a dash of grey at the temples that makes a man sexy?
The man sitting next to him…Oh my! This guy is big. Not in the bear sense like the guy at the other bar. He’s muscular with broad shoulders and biceps that are probably larger than my thighs—who am I kidding? I have some thick thighs—but they’re still impressive. So is the tattoo work decorating them. Even from across the room, it’s clear he didn’t have some hack drawing on him.
But the best part of him has to be his eyes.
No, those full lips that his mustache and beard can’t hide.
It’s definitely his smoldering eyes.
Eyes which are staring right into mine.
They promise adventure mixed with more than a hint of danger.
Although that could be the cut he’s wearing talking for him. Do all those nights alone on the road get lonely?
This biker seems to have friends.
Friends who don’t feel as creepy as the farmer.
He gives me a slow smile as we stare at each other.
Kiss him or coward out.
Staying here at the table would be safe…smart.
But tonight isn’t about either of those things. I stand up and walk over, regretting my decision as soon as I get to his table.
Now instead of one set of eyes, all three of them are fixed on me.
Bikers aren’t exactly known for being as sweet as sugar.
Too late now to run away. “Hello.” I give them a small wave.
Yeah, that wasn’t awkward at all. “My friends over there dared me to kiss a stranger. Would one of you gentlemen mind kissing me?”
His lips tip up higher.
“I will,” the biker to my left says.
What?
The silver fox whaps him upside the head. “Clearly, she isn’t talking to you.”
“Oh. Well, if Rogue doesn’t kiss you, I will.”
Rogue… That’s kind of sexy in a bad-boy type of way. “Thank you.” I think.
“Anytime. And my services are available to any of your friends. They’re all hot.”
Why does that guy remind me of a precocious kid instead of the grown man his body clearly says he is. “I’ll let them know that.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
And the cute part just disappeared. How dare he call me ma’am? I can’t deal with that right now. My current situation doesn’t allow for too much attention to be given to anyone but the biker daring me to look away.
“Is Rogue ever going to kiss her?”
