Page 4 of Her Obsessed Biker
Chapter Two
Rock
She’s lying.
That much is obvious the moment she opens her mouth.
Doesn’t matter that she’s got the kind of voice that makes a man imagine things he has no business imagining. Sweet and soft, like honey stirred into smoke. But her words? They’re all wrong. Too fast. Too clipped. No real conviction behind them.
You don’t just walk into The Black Crown. Not unless you’re suicidal, stupid, or searching for something you don’t know how to ask for.
And this girl—this long-legged blonde in skintight jeans and a T-shirt that hugs curves made to ruin a man’s focus…she doesn’t look suicidal or stupid. She looks lost. Desperate. Nervous, even though she’s trying like hell to pretend otherwise.
Which means she’s definitely searching for something.
So what does she want? This bombshell who walked into my territory like she owned the damn place. When she strutted in, my first instinct was to throw her out. The second? Press her up against the wall and find out if her mouth is as sweet as it looks.
I hate that I even had a second instinct.
I don’t lose control. Ever.
But in seconds, she managed to get under my skin, and I don’t like it one bit.
“The Swim Lake Willowmere Challenge?” I repeat, raising my brows slightly.
“That’s what I said,” she says, dropping her eyes to avoid my gaze. “I’m here for the swim challenge. I heard it’s a big deal.”
Bullshit.
The Black Crown isn’t a tourist pit stop, and no one comes sniffing around the club without a reason. Especially not wide-eyed blondes who smell like trouble and taste like lies.
I let the silence stretch just long enough to make her squirm, then I step in closer, invading her space.
“What’s your name?” I let my voice drop, deep and unrelenting.
She blinks, once, and for a split second I see the struggle in her eyes. She’s probably wondering whether or not to give me a real identity.
“Piper,” she murmurs, clearing her throat slightly.
I don’t say anything for a while, just stare into her eyes until she drops her gaze, a deep blush spreading across her chin.
She’s adorable. Just like her name.
“C’mon,” I say, jerking my chin toward the entrance. “Let’s get you registered in the competition.”
I lead her back into the bar, keeping a close eye on her. Her movement seems too stiff, like she’s not used to attention. Shewalks like she’s trying to blend in but doesn’t know how. Like every nerve is on fire and she’s doing her best not to show it.
She shouldn’t be here.
But I can’t deny the punch of heat that rolls through me every time I look at her. I’m not blind. She’s fucking gorgeous. Curves that would make a priest sweat, a mouth made for sin, and those big blue eyes that flick between fear and fire like she can’t decide which way to break.
“Blaze,” I call out as I spot one of the younger guys from the crew lounging near the pool table.
He straightens immediately. “Yeah, Prez?”
“Get her registered. Swim challenge roster’s still open.”
Blaze grins at her, already eyeing her up and down. “Sure thing.”
