Page 14 of Switchin' Lanes
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Tink
The restof the week flies by. Today is the first time I’ve been back at the clubhouse since Diesel and I had our date. He surprised me Wednesday by coming to Rosie’s Diner while I was working. I sat with him in between waiting on my tables. I had been having a rough day until he showed up. Tonight is the club party for Saint. He’s leaving Sunday to move to New Orleans. I’m working the bar with Lolita and two of the new prospects so I’m wearing a tank top with the Savage Menaces MC logo. Bull had a few shirts made for Lo and me to wear while bartending so everyone would know not to fuck with us.
I pair the tank top with a pair of hip-hugging, distressed jeans and black Converse. I have half my hair pulled up in a messy bun and for my make-up, I did a smokey eye with a nude lip. The only guy I’m trying to impress is Diesel, and maybe Hollywood, if it’ll get him to talk to me. But dressing sexy gets more tips from the hangarounds.
By nine o’clock, the clubhouse is packed with people here to see Saint off. Even some of the Nomads came to town for it. Usually, when Lo and I work the bar together, we’re busy the whole night. Add in two prospects helping tend the bar, I don’t stay as busy as I’d like. Every time I look around the room, I find Hollywood. Each time, he’s had a cut bunny hanging on him. I try not to let it bother me, seeing how I’m with Diesel. I mean, it isn’t official or anything, but still. I care about Hollywood and I thought the feelings were mutual. Maybe I was wrong.
“Hey, Pixie.” Diesel breaks me out of my thoughts. The smile on his face makes me smile.
“Hey, D. Can I get you something to drink?”
“How about a dance instead?” He smirks.
“Go ahead! The prospects and I can handle the bar,” Lo tells me. She hip bumps me. “Go have fun with your man.”
“Thanks, Lo.” I walk around the bar to Diesel. His eyes rake over my body.
“Damn, Pixie. You take my breath away.”
Heat rises in my cheeks and I grin. “You’re so cheesy.”
“It makes you smile though.” He winks at me.
I Like Trouble by Jailbreakers Ltdstarts playing. Diesel grabs my hand, pulling me to where others are dancing. He spins me so my back is against his front. With his hands on my hips, I move them to the beat of the song. He pulls me closer and I can feel how hard his dick is through his jeans. Diesel’s cologne is intoxicating. Add in being wrapped in his arms, my libido soars. I let my eyes drift closed and soak up every second.
When the song ends, I slow to a stop, not moving from his arms. I open my eyes and they instantly land on Hollywood. He’s watching me and Diesel with a fire burning in his eyes. His eyes go from me to Diesel before he tears them away from us completely, turning to talk to someone. I turn around in Diesel’s arms, linking my hands around the back of his neck.
“Wanna get a drink and head outside to the fire pit?” Diesel whispers in my ear.
I nod my head and he leads me to the bar. We get a couple beers and make our way outside. It’s a clear night and there’s hardly any lights out here. It’s a perfect night for a bonfire, but tonight they have the fire pit going. Kicks is out here with his Ol’ Lady, Raven. She came back from New Orleans with Wren. Diesel takes me to the opposite side of the fire as them. He sits, pulling me onto his lap and wrapping his arms around my waist.
“I love nights like tonight. There’re no clouds hiding all the stars,” I whisper. “It’s beautiful.”
“Yeah, it is.”
I glance over my shoulder and he’s looking at me with the corner of his mouth tipped in his sexy half-smile. The reflection of the fire flickers in his eyes. His hand cups the side of my face and he pulls me into a kiss. It’s quick but sweet.
“Have you talked to Hollywood,” I ask Diesel.
“No, I haven’t even seen him today.”
“He was watching us dance,” I tell him.
“What? He was?”
“Yeah, but as soon as he saw that I noticed him, he looked away. It was kind of weird,” I say.
“That is weird. I’ll see if I can talk to him tomorrow,” Diesel mutters.
As if on cue, Hollywood, Tech, and Buzz come outside. When they reach the fire pit, Hollywood freezes. His eyes going between me and Diesel.
“Uh, I think I’m gonna go back inside,” Hollywood says. He turns on his heel, going back to the clubhouse.
“What the hell is his deal?” Kicks says.
“I don’t know, but it was fuckin’ weird,” Tech says as he and Buzz sit.
