Page 11 of Chance
Frustrating woman.
I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.
There was a pink Jeep in Hannigans’ parking lot when I pulled in, just like the one I’d seen back at the apartment.I’d noticed the matching vehicles, and they fit what little I already knew about my girl’s personality.She looked like a live version of Barbie, with the exception of her hair being on the cooler side of blond.Like a freaking moonbeam.Her hair, her eyes, her sweet little body, had haunted me all day while I’d sucked on one piece of peach-flavored candy after another.
I needed to pay attention to the license plates of the two Jeeps so I would know in the future which one belonged to Evie.It wasn’t like I was going to stalk her or anything.Unless she forced me to.
Why did my cock get hard just thinking about stalking that gorgeous blond goddess?She was already making me work harder for a taste than I’d ever had to with any other woman.Ignoring my texts all day, making me crave her, twisting me up inside in less than twelve hours.
A wall of noise hit me as soon as I walked into the bar.People I’d known my entire life mixed in with tourists, college students, and some of the residents who lived outside the town limits.Several of my MC brothers called greetings or tipped their heads as I passed them.Automatically, my gaze went to the back, where my dad played pool most nights.Not surprisingly, he was back there, pool stick in hand, laughing with Tanner.
No matter what he had going on in his life, he always carved out time with his brother.I knew it was because at one point in time, he’d thought he’d lost him, but that wasn’t something he or Tanner openly talked about.No one ever brought it up.It was a hard line that not even Bash or Hawk, our Pres and VP, crossed.
Catching a flash of the blond hair I’d been imagining wrapping around my fist all day, I moved toward her.It was crowded as hell in the bar, causing me to have to dodge a few people when I would have rather run them over like a tank to get to the girl who was the sole occupant of my mind now.
The closer I got to her, an alert kept attempting to go off in my head, trying to warn me that something was awry.She was in a dress that hugged her from chest to mid-thigh, her hair falling in soft curls around her face.Her makeup wasn’t overly done, but I already knew I preferred her barefaced.
Exactly how I wanted everything with her.All natural, nothing between us, not makeup, not clothes, and sure as fuck not a condom.
I shoved that thought back, hard.If I kept thinking about how I was going to take her, I’d erupt like a Roman candle right in the middle of the crowded bar.
That internal alarm kept trying to pull my focus, shouting to pay attention with each step I took toward her.She picked up her drink and a plastic pitcher of what must have been margaritas from the looks of it.She said something to Jack, which pulled my gaze to him for a moment, needing to make sure his monster wasn’t too close to the surface.Jack was family.I knew he wouldn’t hurt a woman, but when it came to Evie, I couldn’t help the desperate urge to protect what was mine.
As she turned, I stopped, waiting for her to notice me.I took the time to run my eyes over her.She moved differently from what I remembered of that morning.Less reserved, maybe.I wasn’t sure, and it began to nag at me, like an itch I couldn’t scratch.Because this girl was the exact image of the creature I’d been unable to stop thinking of all day long.Yet…
Where was that all-consuming need to touch and taste and mark?
It was silent inside me, and that felt wrong.
Because I knew Evie was my one.She’d unlocked the beast in my head, the one that hid inside all Reid men until they met the person who became their everything.One look, one little whiff of her enticing peach scent, and I was gone.Obsessed.Possessed.Whatever the fuck.Evie Adams was it for me.
Maybe I was just tired.
Her amazing eyes lifted from my chest, traveling slowly up to my face.I saw the smile begin to form, the way she started to melt ever so slightly.
But then our gazes locked, and she blinked, confusion causing her nose to scrunch up, no recognition shining back.
Equally confused, I tried to shrug it off.
“You being a good girl, peaches?”I asked, lowering my head, moving in to press my lips to her forehead, already inhaling—aching to pull her scent into my lungs, to have that small part of her inside me.
Only to stop when I didn’t get so much as a hint of peaches.
What the fuck?
“Did you just sniff me?”she demanded, offended and loud.Not my soft-voiced angel from earlier.
Conversation within a five-foot radius ceased, eyes training directly on us.Attention didn’t bother me, but I didn’t want it on my girl.
But this wasn’t my girl.Was it?
Yes.
No.
Maybe?
Lowering my head, I inhaled again, a little deeper this time, chasing the delicious aroma of peaches mixed with honey.Unreasonable anger exploded inside me when I didn’t find it.“You aren’t peaches,” I half snarled.
