Page 2 of Piper's Pyro

She gestured thumbs up. Damn cocky bitch.

Well, good for her. I wasn’tthatinterested in him anyway. The Flaming Triads were performing tomorrow night in the lounge. They were my favorite rock band, and the real reason Cobra had told me I could stay the weekend at the casino. Their New Year’s Eve concert had been canceled, and I’d been heartbroken.

I was in the bar hoping to run into Flint, the band’s lead singer. Meeting the crew had been my dream, so I nearly passed out when my brothers hired the group to play at the casino. Not many girls get a chance to hang with their favorite rock stars.

However, my intentions went beyond conversation and maybe partying. I wanted to get under the sheets with Flint. Midnight’s question about getting into trouble had been prophetic. I had one goal,to get in bed with Flint.

Screw the dude two stools over. It was his loss for not giving me the time of day. Not that I planned to hook up with him. At least, I didn’t think I would.

I swooped my gaze in his direction as if observing the activity in the room. My clit pulsed, causing me to suck in a breath.

He sipped his drink and slowly licked his bottom lip as he put the glass down. I wouldn’t mind spreading my legs to delight in his velvety tongue. I’d let him lick me from head to toe and everywhere in between. It could be the pre-party to being with Flint… or hoping to be with the rock god.

Look at me acting like a hard-up, desperate whore. My family would go nuts.

Lady M would be furious.

My dad would forbid me from leaving the farm.

My brothers would torture any guy for touching me without their permission. They might even cut his balls off.

No one would ever get my family’s blessing to be with me unless he was a biker and jumped successfully through every hoop they put him through.

Fuck, I was destined to be alone.

Don’t be a drama queen. You’ve always gotten your way. Why let your folks and brothers control your love life?

Damn straight.

I finished my drink and lifted the glass in the air. “Gimme another, please!” I hollered at Midnight. She acknowledged my request with a nod.

My stomach somersaulted and my breathing grew laborious when I noticed the blond hottie’s mouthwatering tattooed biceps and thick forearms. He clearly worked out. He might even be a gym rat. Nothing turned me on more than a man with strong arms to hold me like vises while he fucked me into tomorrow.

“Stop looking at me. It’s rude,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

“Excuse me?” What an asshole.

“I’m not interested. Just here for a drink.”

“Funny, that’s not what Midnight’s expecting. Did you already forget your date after her shift ends?”

“I’ll be long gone by then.”

“Wow, you are a piece of shit.”

His head whipped around to face me. Our gazes locked and not a word left his lips.

Seconds ticked by as we stared at each other.

The air crackled with sexual tension.

His blazing brown eyes liquified my panties. “I’m not here for pussy.”

“That’s good because mine’s not on the menu.”

“Are you sure about that? I can smell what you’reofferingfrom here.”

“Do you? Sorry for the confusion. I was hoping to signal the guy at the end of the bar.” I peered around Mr. Cocksure and smiled at the first man who noticed me.

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