Page 3 of Pedal to the Metal
Chapter One
Four Years Later . . .
Raze
Leaving my apartment,I decide to take a different route to Savage Repairs, the club's shop. Saint and I share a two-bedroom apartment in case either of us needs a night away from the clubhouse chaos. I've been staying at the apartment for almost a week now. Everyone has been on edge with everything going on. Between keeping those Iron Lords bastards out of our territory and having a brother in the hospital, shit has been chaotic.
Something's been nagging at me, but I can't quite figure out what it is. I think I just need some fresh pussy that isn't part of the club. The cut bunnies are great and all, but they just ain't doing it for me anymore.
About five minutes into my ride, I feel drawn towards a diner called JJ’s Dine-In and decide to stop for a cup of coffee.
Maybe I should just go straight to the garage,I think to myself, stopping where I stand with my hand on the door. That’s when I seeher. She has long, dark auburn hair and delicious, pouty lips. I can’t help but think how sexy those lips would look wrapped around my cock. The t-shirt she’s wearing hugs her perfect tits. I can’t take my eyes off her or the way her face lights up with the most beautiful smile.
Shaking my head, I need to clear my thoughts, so I walk into the diner. When I open the door, a bell rings.Just like Rosie’s,I think to myself. This place looks a little more run down than the club's diner.
“Sit wherever you’d like,” she calls out without looking my way. I walk to the counter and sit right in front of her, just as she turns away from me. “I’ll be right with you,” she tells me.
The bell on the door rings again, and an elderly couple walks in. Another girl greets them and meets them at a table by the windows. The girl at the counter turns around to greet me and right away I notice her light grey eyes and freckles dusting her cheeks. She has long, dark eyelashes framing her eyes. She’s got natural beauty, she doesn’t need any make-up.
“What can I get ya?” She’s clearly from Texas. Her accent gives it away. Her voice is as smooth as honey. Just as sweet too.
“Just a coffee, please. Black,” I say.
“It’ll be a minute. I just started a fresh pot,” she says before leaning in a little closer. She smells like something floral, maybe magnolias and oranges mixed with breakfast foods. “It’s the best thing on the menu. Eggs can be hit or miss.” She winks at me and turns around to check on the coffee.
Her left arm has a full sleeve of tattoos. As my eyes travel down her body, resting on her short cut offs. Not so short her ass hangs out, but damn it’s sexy. Her half apron looked like a skirt in the front. Moving my eyes further down, I notice she’s got thick thighs, and her right leg is covered in tattoos too.
Those thighs and that ass, she must do squats religiously. I chuckle to myself. She turns around, and my eyes shoot up to hers. I almost got caught checking her out. Judging by the smirk on her face, she knows exactly what I was doing.
“Here you go,” she says, looking to the left side of my cut before purring out my name. “Raze.” She smiles and saunters away to wipe down the counters. I take my time drinking my coffee, enjoying watching the way she moves.
Once she’s done cleaning up, she saunters back my way, asking if I’d like a refill. I nod, saying please and she fills my cup up. She places the coffee pot back on the burner before leaning against the counter. She looks at me, and I hold her stare. She looks like she’s about to say something but pulls her phone out of her pocket instead. Whatever she sees on the screen has her smiling, and I feel a small ping of jealousy. I wouldn’t mind being the reason behind that beautiful smile.
“Boyfriend texting ya?” I don’t know what possessed me to ask that, it just came out.
“Ha!” she says like it’s absurd. “No, I’m very single. It’s just a friend I used to race with.” Her response causes me to smile wide. I don’t know if it’s because she told me she’s single or because she races. That’s something I’d love to see for myself. I decide to try to dig a little more.
“Race, huh? You mean like street racing?” I ask her. Her eyes sparkle at the mention of street racing.
“Biker boy knows something about the car scene, huh?” She’s a sassy thing. I laugh at her nickname for me and leave it at that. After a minute or two of looking at her phone, her face falls. I frown. She should always smile. She’s too gorgeous not to. I look at my phone to check the time. It’s about time for me to leave.
“Smile, Kitty. Blue doesn't look good on you.” This causes her to look up at me. “I’ll see you around.” I wink at her and drop a couple of twenties on the counter before I leave.
Something tells me those beautiful grey eyes will be on my mind for the rest of the day.
