“Fine, I don’tsleepwith bikers.”
“Blue baby, the way I do it, there’s no sleepin’ involved at all.”
I rolled my eyes while I angled my body to look out the window as Aaron pulled the van back onto the highway, but when he started chuckling, I thought it was safe to let a smile break through. The reflection of my curved mouth in the dark mirrored window was a welcome one. I’d always looked prettiest when I smiled, and that didn’t happen so much anymore.
Even then, I couldn’t count the number of times Aaron had made me smile in a single night. That might have been the moment I realized he was more dangerous than the tatts andexperienced fighting already made him seem. Because a man who could make a woman smile on demand was a special kind of magic, one I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to resist even though I’d vowed to stay out of trouble.
BONER
The minute I saw her,I knew.
I’d always ribbed King and Cyclops for goin’ on about how it only took one look for them to know their Old Ladies were the ones meant for them. It seemed fuckin’ ridiculous and, honest tofuck, pretty damn shallow. You like the look’a someone enough, you fall for them straight off?
No, thank you.
I’d been fucked by good looks in the past, and I was wiser now.
No pretty face was gonna rock my world straight off its axis.
I liked it just as it was, thank you very fuckin’ much.
But then, I walked into Evergreen Gas Station just like I had a hundred other times over the course’a my life in Entrance, BC. Only this time, I’d seen the girl workin’ the night shift.
She was just a little thing behind that plexiglass box, but the light had hit her blue hair in a way that made it shine like the inside of a flame. It drew my gaze to the rest’a her, the rounded figure beneath the black and blue vest, the unfiltered shade’a blue in those huge eyes the very same intensity as her dyed hair. There was a silver Medusa piercin’ in the divot above her top lip, a ring through the center’a her nostrils, and the blue ink of some tattoo curlin’ over the bottom curve of her neck under her tee. She looked like somethin’ outta a comic book, all exaggerated features and curves, a dream brought to life by a vividly coloured pen.
Pretty, fuckyeah.
But also different. Unlike the hordes’a hot biker bitches that flooded club parties lookin’ to hook up with one’a the brothers ’cause they were addicted to dangerous men like tweakers to meth.
And then she’d opened that little pink mouth and sassed me.
Trust me when I say that wasn’t the normal reaction women have to a man like me.
Usually, they scream at the sight’a me and run the other way or somethin’ kindles in their bellies, the roughness’a me like a strike pad lightin’ their lust into flames, and they’re all over me.
But little Miss Blue acted like I was only a mild irritant, a slightly amusin’ pest.
I’d always been a contrary fucker, and her dismissal’a my charms was heady.
Maybe, if those motherfuckers hadn’t come into Evergreen, we woulda flirted a bit, and then I’d’ve been on my way. Later, I might’ve made a point to go back in to press my luck again, but female attention wasn’t exactly hard to come by, and I was a busy guy. More than that, I didn’t do emotions. My heart was already preoccupied enough with my club, the family I’d made through it, and the sister I’d had to leave behind years ago who still haunted my thoughts every fuckin’ day.
But they did arrive, and they did threaten the blue-haired, blue-eyed girl.
When they did, all that chemistry and curiosity that lay like kindlin’ in my belly caught fire, and viciously protective rage filled me to the fuckin’ brim. I’d always been a fighter. Growin’ up in foster care with a pretty sister made me a fighter before I was a fuckin’ preteen. But this violence was different.
The snap’a one asshole’s radial bone beneath my hands and the howl’a pain when I crushed in the cheek of another roared through me in tandem with that primal fury.
It felt satisfyin’.
Right.
What kinda men threatened a woman like Blue, so pretty, so sweet and vulnerable behind that flimsy fuckin’ plastic screen?
The kinda men who deserved todie.
Only the thought’a Blue watchin’ with those wide eyes curbed my wild anger. She was an innocent, no doubt in my mind about that, and she didn’t need to see me snap any necks.
I could also get Curtains to hunt the fuckers down later and do it then.
