Page 19 of Spike's Perdition
“She’s hot, bro,” he says when I reach him.
“And I need her hot for me,” I counter. “Get your old lady to play that song.”
“What song? She’s got a lot of them.”
“You know the one…” I snap my fingers as I try to remember the name. “Drives women crazy and ma?—
“I got ya covered.” Malice pats me on the shoulder before shoving me back in the direction I came from.
Ivory remains where I left her, her stare seeming to penetrate clear through to my soul. The intensity of it sends my heart rate through the roof, and I take several deep breaths to calm myself. She’s already wary of bikers and jumping her bones right here, right now won’t win me any brownie points.
When I reach her, Apple shifts to a new song, and Ivory’s eyes light up.
“I love this song!” she exclaims when I reach her.
“Soul of a Saint,” I say, the title coming to me out of nowhere. “Everybody loves it.”
“Did you do this?” she asks.
“What?”
“Did you get her to play this?”
I grin. “Yep.”
“Hmm.”
Grabbing her hand, I pull her close and wrap my arms around her as the song’s beat fills the room. For a moment, Ivory stiffens, but she quickly relaxes against me.
I don’t know how long we dance, but when she shifts back and levels her gaze on mine, I know one thing for certain: I’m getting laid tonight.
Thank you, Apple.
Ivory looks over her shoulder at her friends and some silent conversation must take place because the next thing I know, they’re waving and she’s leading me toward the door.
“Where ya taking me?” I ask, not really giving a damn.
She stops before exiting and spins to face me. “You double dog dared me to take a chance on a biker, did you not?”
“I did.”
“Were you really just looking for a dance? Or did you have more in mind?”
“Depends.”
“On?”
“I might be a biker, but contrary to what you seem to think, we’re not all bad. I’d never want you to do something you didn’t want.”
“But you do want more than a dance?” she asks again.
I smirk and lower my eyes to my very obvious erection. “What do you think?”
“I think we need to get outta here.”
Twenty minutes and an Uber ride later, and we’re checking into a motel near the interstate. I know next to nothing about this chick, so the clubhouse was out, and she said she lives about an hour away, and I wasn’t waiting that long to get her naked.
“So…” Ivory dips her chin. “We’re really doing this.”
