Page 86 of Lucky In Love

She nodded again.

“Drinks and conversation first.”

More nodding.

He swallowed hard. “I want to, but if I kiss you again, we aren’t stepping back into the barroom.”

A smile grew on her face. “Then, I guess you better let go of me, biker boy, or I’m not gonna give you a choice.”

Crash groaned as he slowly pulled his arms from her. His cock was throbbing his jeans, protesting his withdrawal. As he watched her turn and head into the room, he sent up a prayer of thanks to the gods that they decided this glorious woman was perfect for him.

Chapter Two

Shelly

An hour later, Shelly was having the time of her life. Crash was hilarious, regaling her with stories of growing up in the forests and rocky hills of the upper peninsula of Michigan with his brother as well as tales of his brother’s biker buddies and the shenanigans they get into. He spoke of his plans to prospect for the club in the near future, and his hopes to be a part of the found family. There was no doubt in her mind that he loved his brother something fierce, and that the sentiment was returned. She was a little jealous of the bond they shared. It had to be nice for a person to know that no matter what happened in one’s life they were never left to face it alone. To know that at their back was not only a sibling that would do anything for them but also a pack of loyal bikers who would take on the world in the name of brotherhood.

The twinkle in his blue eyes as he spoke had her wishing she had been there for each of his stories. The humor and fondness she witnessed was genuine, and she wanted to see what he was picturing in his mind. She wanted to see the landscape, the people, the bikes, the cars, the stunts they performed, and the pranks they pulled on each other. Shelly wanted to experience his joy with him.

“What?” He grinned and took a drink of his whiskey.

She shrugged and did the same before she answered, “Just thinking how beautiful you are as you reminisce.”

“Beautiful?” He scoffed. “Been called a lot of things in my life. Beautiful has never been one of them.”

“Well, now it has, biker boy.” Shelly set her glass of whiskey down on the table and stood, giving him a wink before she made her way to the bar just a few feet away. Waving down the bartender, she wasn’t surprised when she felt Crash press against her back.

“If you think you’re paying for shit, you’re wrong,” he said into her ear, his voice sending shivers up her spine.

She rolled her eyes. “I was going to put it on your tab.”

“Good.”

The bartender stopped in front of her. He was a blond man, who looked to be in his mid-twenties, with light brown eyes, an average build, and tattoos up and down both forearms. “What can I getcha?”

“I need two shots that are half tequila and half fireball.” When the bartender raised a brow, she grinned. “Trust me.”

“What the lady wants, the lady gets,” the bartender replies. “Anything else, sir?”

“Two Snakebites. All four on my tab.”

“You got it.”

As the man went about making the shots, Shelly leaned back and let Crash kiss up her neck as his hands played at her hips and her abdomen. He was an affectionate man, always giving her a caress or a kiss or a hug, but it never felt suffocating. It felt sweet and comforting… nice.

“Tell me… What do you want out of this life?”

Shelly turned around in his arms and looked up at him. “What everyone wants out of life. Home. Family. To be loved. A place in this world. A purpose. Memories. Experiences. Joy. Fun.” She shrugged. “It all. I want it all.”

His expression was dead serious, his brows pulled together, when he asked, “What if I told you I wanted to give all of it to you?”

Shelly just stared at him for a long moment. Then she said, “That’s the whiskey talking.” It had to be. They barely knew each other. As much as she liked him and hoped that it was the beginning of something, she didn’t want to be that girl who believed something a man told her on the first night, only to be surprised when she never saw him again.

He shook his head slowly. “It’s the man talking, but I’ll prove it to you. I don’t mind.”

A throat cleared behind her, jolting Shelly out of the hypnotic pull of Crash’s sexy eyes and alluring promises.

“Thanks, man,” Crash said to the bartender before he let go of her and manhandled the four shot glasses and headed back for their table.