Pecker Wrecker (BRRMC Roadhouse Tales 2) - Page 4

Cocking her head to the side she licks her lips and mouths off, “You think so?”

“Baby, I know so.”

“I’m not your baby.”

“Not yet.”

“You think you’re real cute, don’t you? Bet you have no trouble using those lines.”

I shrug. “Is it working on you?”

“I’ll get back to you.” Tina saunters on past me following behind everyone else to the table.

“Damn. She’s got a sweet ass,” I mutter under my breath, enjoying the view as she goes. I pull out the chair next to Tina and she rolls her eyes. I never back down from a challenge. “Where are you from?”

“Around. I’m in the middle of a move. I’m crashing on Camreigh’s couch until I figure things out.”

“I’ve got a king-sized bed with plenty of room for you.”

“I don’t even know you. You think what? You can smile at me and pay me a few compliments and I’ll just fall into your bed?” Her lips curve into an amused smirk.

I shrug. “Never had any complaints.” I pile my plate full and start digging in.

Tina’s h

azel eyes flicker up and down my face. “Maybe so, but there’s a first time for everything.”

“Sweetheart, I know you find me attractive.”

Tapping her chin, she stares at me. “You’re okay.”

“Okay?” I balk. What the fuck? I must be losing my damn touch.

Tina laughs and brings a napkin to her mouth. “Fine. I think you’re incredibly sexy, and if I was a one-night stand kinda girl, I’d take you up on the offer to try out that bed.”

“Like you said there’s a first time for everything.”

“You don’t give up do you. Like a damn dog with a bone.”

“When I want something, I don’t relent.” I lean in close, whispering in her ear, “And, sweetheart…I’m gonna taste that pussy and tap that sweet ass. The sooner you give in, the sooner you’ll be screaming my name.”

A pink hue spreads over her cheeks and flushes down her neck. “I bet you’ve never been serious about a thing in your life.”

“I’m serious about getting you naked and under me.”

“I think I just threw up a little in my mouth.”

I frown. Shit. Maybe I have garlic breath. I get up and go to the fridge like I’m looking for something. Bent down using the refrigerator door for privacy I cup my hands and blow my breath into them. I don’t smell anything. What’s with this chick? Any day of the week I can say a few dirty lines to a bitch and panties start dropping, but Tina isn’t like that. Hell, Camreigh fucked Sawyer within an hour of meeting the bastard.

Sometimes all I gotta do is flash a smile or wink at women and they rub all up on me wanting to fuck a biker. I sit back down next to her at the table and put my hand on her upper thigh. She stares down at my hand.

“What are you doing?” She flushes and it makes me want to see how far I can push her.

“Nothing. You had a little something.” I brush at her jeans, rubbing her leg, closer to her inner thigh. She wiggles in her seat and I remove my hand. Tina can fight me all she wants, but I’m going to have her. When I look at her, I get this crazy feeling like we were supposed to meet. “You found a job yet?”

“I just got here today. I haven’t started looking.”

“Not much in Drag Creek, though the club does own some strip joints.”

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