Page 8 of Spike's Perdition
Eric and I follow Megan as she pushes her way to the table Tia and Riley are occupying. She’s not joking, itiscrowded. We’re lucky that our friends were able to come early and snag us a table. I slide my leather jacket off my shoulders and drape it on the back of my chair.
“You look sexy tonight.”
I spin around to face Eric, flaring my black lace babydoll dress with a pink satin underlay that I paired with cowboy boots and wink.
“Thanks, hot stuff.”
Eric and Megan are my besties, but all of us have been friends since high school, so we hang out a lot. Eric is a blast to go out with, and since he’s trained in Krav Maga and boxing, he makes sure that men don’t bother us unless we want them to. He’s the big brother we both never had.
“Is it always like this?” Tia huffs as she tosses her purse onto the table.
“We’ve never been here,” Riley sasses. “How are we supposed to know?”
Megan dragged us to Boulder City to hang out at Purgatory, a popular biker bar. The name alone gives me chills, but so far, it doesn’t seem to be any different than the bars in Vegas.
“Take it down a notch, heifer.” Eric laughs. “Just because you couldn’t find a dick to hop on tonight, don’t take it out on poor Tia.”
“Fuck you, Eric,” Riley says with no real heat behind her words. “I can’t believe Owen blew me off.”
“I think there’s plenty of yummy standing in this bar for you to choose from.” Eric licks his lips as his gaze lands on the tight ass of the man delivering drinks to the next table.
“Don’t get us thrown out of here,” I warn.
Eric grins. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I smirk. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Cock blocker,” he pouts.
“Not every man you run into bats for your team.”
“Anyone can be persuaded,” he teases. “You just have to have finesse.”
We all laugh as Mr. Tight Ass stops at our table.
“What can I get you tonight?” he asks.
“Your number and a round of tequila shots,” Eric answers.
“And which pretty lady wants my number?”
Eric bats his eyes. “Me, handsome.”
Mr. Tight Ass gulps. “Oh… um, well… I’m not…”
I hold up my hand to stop him before Eric can go in for the kill. “He’s fucking with you.”
“No, I’m not!” Eric argues. “I could bounce quarters off that ass.”
“Eric!” I hiss and glance up at the guy. “Sorry about him. Contrary to popular belief, he really is housebroken. Unfortunately, sometimes when he’s off his leash, he forgets.”
Mr. Tight Ass laughs. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been hit on by a man. I’m flattered.” He pauses and glances at Eric. “Sorry, dude, I don’t swing that way.”
Eric shrugs. “Your loss. Plenty of tall, dark, and dangerous to choose from here.”
“Maybe.” Mr. Tight Ass leans in between me and Eric. “I suggest Zach.” He points out a man leaning against the bar with a cut that says Saints Purgatory MC on it.
Eric sighs. “Oooh, he’s dreamy.”
