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Spade
“Where is your boyfriend, honey?” he asked again. He knew that she wasn’t there with anyone. Spade had watched her walk into the bar alone, and when Ink gave her two drinks, he knew that was because she hadn’t come with any guy. No biker would allow another guy to bring his woman a drink. It was a code that they lived by—protecting their women, and that included getting them their drinks to make sure that it wasn’t tampered with, not that Ink would ever do that to Cynthia.
He watched her down two drinks, one after the other, and was sure that the alcohol would hit her sooner than later. It didn’t take long before she was swaying to the music and that’s when Spade decided to take his chance with her—again.
“Um,” she squeaked, “he couldn’t make it.” Yeah, she was totally lying. She had just told him that she didn’t have a boyfriend, but once being dragged back to reality, she suddenly did again. That was more than a little fishy to Spade.
“You just said that you didn’t have a boyfriend a few minutes ago, and now, you have one again?” Spade asked. He shouldn’tpush her. She wasn’t his, but the thought of her lying to him made him a bit crazy.
“I’m a little bit drunk,” she defended. “I didn’t realize what I was saying.”
“Which time?” he asked.
“What do you mean by that?” she questioned. She knew exactly what he was asking, judging by the way that she stared him down.
“Let’s start with the first time when you told me that you don’t have a boyfriend,” he said.
“That was a lie,” she insisted. “Again, I’m a little drunk.” Judging from the way that she was slurring her words, she was a lot more drunk than just a little bit, but they’d get to that next.
“Are you sure that the second part wasn’t the lie, honey?” he asked.
“Why are you treating me like this, Spade? You have no right to stand there and call me a liar,” she insisted.
“Hey, is everything okay here?” Ink asked, cutting in. the last thing he needed right now was one of his brothers interfering in getting the truth from sexy little Cynthia.
“Everything is fine,” Spade insisted.
“It is not,” Cynthia spat. “He’s calling me a liar and I’m sick of it.” Ink shot Spade a look and he shrugged, even pasting on his best smile.
“We’re just having a bit of fun. Cynthia and I got off on the wrong foot, and I was just asking her where her boyfriend is,” he admitted.
Ink turned to stare down Cynthia, and for a split second, Spade wondered if he might spill the beans about her not having a boyfriend, but Ink didn’t. “Speaking of getting sick,” he said, changing the subject. “My wife is puking up her guts in the ladies’ room and I need to get her home. She’s become quite the lightweight since having the baby.”
“Oh, well, tell her that I hope she feels better,” Cynthia said.
“Did you drive here, tonight?” Ink asked her. His friend was already two steps ahead of him. That was going to be Spade and Cynthia’s next argument because there was no way that he’d let her drive home tonight.
“I did, and I’m fine,” she slurred. Ink nodded to Spade, and he followed him out of Cynthia’s earshot.
“Can you run her home tonight? I’d do it, but the longer we’re in my truck, the more chance Charlie will puke in it, and I just had it detailed.”
Spade chuckled, “Yeah, I’ll get her home safely,” he said. “Is her boyfriend going to have a problem with me running her home?” he asked. Yeah, he was trying to shake down Ink for answers, but his friend didn’t look ready to give up Cynthia’s lie.
“Um, I really don’t know the guy,” Ink said. “I need to check on Charlie. Thanks, for helping me out with Cynthia,” he said. Spade nodded and watched his friend walk back to where the bathrooms were, and when Charlie came out, looking a whole lot worse for ware, they left through the back door.
Cynthia started past him, and he grabbed her arm. “Where are you heading?” he asked.
“What’s with all the questions?” she asked. “I mean, if I tell you where I’m going, you’ll just call me a liar anyway, Spade.” God, he loved the way she said his name. When he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, she moaned out his name, and damn if that didn’t make him hard. Every night, he dreamt about her moaning out his name that way and when morning came, he was fucking disappointed that she wasn’t next to him in his bed. Hell, he was disappointed that she wasn’t on top of him in his fucking bed.
“You’re a mean drunk,” Spade accused.
“That’s not fair of you to say since you don’t really know me, do you Spade?” she asked. “And if you must know, I’m going tothe bar to get another drink. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” She didn’t wait for him to comply, simply tried to walk past him, and when she ran into his body, he banded his arms around her again to keep her from falling.
“You don’t need another drink, honey,” he insisted. “You need a ride home and some sleep.”
“You can’t tell me what I need and don’t need Spade,” she spat, struggling to break free from his hold. The more she wiggled around, the more his unruly cock seemed to like it. A boner wasn’t what he needed right now. He needed to get her out of Road Reapers before any of the guys gave him shit about making her go with him against her will.
“I made Ink a promise that I’d see you home, and I plan on keeping my word to him. So, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which is it going to be, honey?”
