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We walk down the room to the end of the bar, the corner area. I slide onto the barstool, and Fiend sits next to me. Karla is on my other side. Killer sits next to Karla. Karla is smiling, moving to the music, talking to Killer. It appears, for now, that Killer wants to flirt with her. I hope she doesn’t get hurt. I know bikers, they’re not easy to get.
The Prospect walks over with several beers, and I take a pull. He returns with a tray of food.
“Tell me about your goals,” Fiend asks, taking my hand.
He rubs his thumb over my knuckles, gazing into my eyes. My heart skips a beat; his eyes hypnotize, pulling me deep into his soul.
“My goal is to be happy,” I say, tilting my head, trying to gauge his feelings.
I need to see his reaction, to see if he’s sincere, if he’s playing me. After being around the MC my entire life, I know these bikers.
“What does that mean? What would make you happy, Baby girl,” Fiend asks, leaning closer.
He appears to be interested in what I have to say, hanging on every word.
That, right there, I love.
“It means that I want to grab what I want and that I won’t settle,” I say, licking my lower lip.
His eyes follow my tongue, darkening with desire.
“What do you want,” He asks.
“I want to live every day with the man who makes me shatter and burn when he touches me, and melt as I feel his soul merge with mine. I want to hear his voice vibrate with fiery need, and in his eyes I want to see intoxicating love every day,” I say, taking a drink of beer.
“Is that right? You want to be his queen,” Fiend asks, smiling.
“Yes, his only queen. I want respect and loyalty because my man will have all of that in spades,” I smirk, nodding.
“Is that it,” Fiend asks, raising his brow.
“Yes, that’s what would make me happy,” I laugh, throwing back my head. “You didn’t ask what my goals are.”
“Baby girl, you’re sassy, but I love it,” Fiend says, smiling. “What are your goals?”
“My goal is to open up the coffee shop with my sister Wynter. My brothers are helping us out by investing in us. We want to help the abused women in the shelter by offering them a job,” I say, grabbing some nachos.
I eat a few, closing my eyes.
“These are good. I’m starving,” I say, grabbing more.
I look at Karla; she’s laughing and looking at Killer. I hope it works for her.
“I like that you have goals, and you’re working on reaching them,” Fiend says, taking a pull of beer.
Then he pulls out his cigarettes, offers me one, and I take it. We light up, and I inhale and exhale.
“Josh, I know that you’re a Men Of Mayhem, but what do you like to do,” I ask, taking another drag of the cigarette.
I lower my eyelids, memorizing his mannerisms. I love everything about Joshua, will Fiend. But I love calling him Josh.
“Baby girl, I love to protect who I love. I love to repair bikes and cars,” He says, resting his arm on my shoulder.
I rest the cigarette in the ashtray, smiling. I lean in, looking up at him. He gazes into my eyes, making my chest tighten, my ovaries melt, and my panties wet.
This man is the one I want.
He’s sexy.
