Page 3 of Kane: One Night with a Biker

My gut tightened as the curvy brunette slid her palm against my brother’s. I had no right to her, but it didn’t stop a wave of jealousy from swelling up inside. She was even more gorgeous up close. Dark hair framed her heart-shaped face. She had the kind of body that could ignite a war. Every bit of me yearned to touch her, to run my calloused palms over her creamy skin and to taste her plump pink lips.

“Thanks for your donation to Pups for Progress.” Tyson nudged his chin in my direction. “I hope Kane is worth the thousand bucks you just spent.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she let go of his hand.

“This is a bad idea.” I shifted the pup in my arm and rubbed at the scruff on my chin. “I don’t know what the hell you want with me, sweetheart, but I’m not available to play a round of piss off the preacher.”

“Oh.” Abilene’s eyes widened. “That’s not what I had in mind at all.”

Tyson chuckled. “I’ll leave you two to get acquainted.”

“Sorry, I just assumed…” The bottom dropped out of my gut as my brother turned to walk away. Fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have taken part in the auction.

“Would you mind if we went somewhere we could talk for a few minutes?” Abilene asked.

“Sure. I could use a little fresh air. After you.” I gestured for her to walk ahead of me toward the side door leading out of the gym. The pup squirmed, so I wrapped my fingers around his leash and set him down.

A loud creak sounded as Abilene pushed through the door. The mutt followed her.

I filled my lungs with the cooler night air and made sure the door closed behind me before I let myself look at her. The moon hung low and full in a cloudless sky. Silvery beams danced over her skin.

She shivered. “It really cooled off out here, didn’t it?”

“Here.” I shrugged off my jacket and held it out to her.

“That’s okay, you don’t have to—”

“Take it.” I still held the dog’s leash in one hand and draped my jacket over her shoulders with the other. “Do you want to tell me why you just wasted a thousand bucks on me?”

She tugged my jacket closed and bit down on her lower lip. “I need a date.”

“Sweetheart, I highly doubt you’d have to pay a guy to spend time with you.” Even being a pastor’s daughter wouldn’t be a strong enough deterrent to keep guys away from this curvy, dark-haired goddess.

Her gaze darted from left to right. There had to be more to it.

“It’s not just a date.”

My mind raced, trying to figure out what Abilene Waylon would want with a guy like me. If she didn’t want to piss off her daddy, what other reason would she have for picking me? “I’m intrigued. Are you in trouble?”

She tilted her head back and looked up. “I told a little white lie and if my boss finds out, I could lose my chance at a promotion.”

“What kind of lie requires a date to fix?”

She shook her head, sending her hair bouncing. The scent of lemons drifted over. Damn, she smelled like the sugary sweet lemon bars Mama Mae used to make in the summer. My mouth watered, and I wondered if Abilene Waylon would taste half as good as she smelled. My cock rose in anticipation. That’s all I needed to do was add a hard-on into the mix.

Her chin jutted out in slight defiance, and I wondered if my assumptions about her had been a tad off base. “I won an award at work, and I need to bring someone with me to accept it.”

I squatted down to run my hand over the scruffy mutt’s back. “So you need a date for some award ceremony?”

“Um, kind of.” She bent down and held out her hand so the mutt could get a good sniff. “They’re going to present it during a company outing.”

“What, like a corporate picnic? I’m not really a business event kind of guy.” I’d never been drawn to a nine-to-five life. The thought of sitting behind a desk all day made me want to rip out my hair. I liked being my own boss and setting my own hours. Running the garage and working on bikes all day was my personal version of paradise.

“It’s a cruise, okay? Five nights in the western Caribbean.”

“Oh, hell no.” I’d barely been willing to sign up for donating one evening. No way was this little bird going to rope me into a five-night nightmare.

She covered my hand with hers. A zing of attraction crackled through my veins at the contact. “Please, Kane?”

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