Fuck. He didn’t want to leave. Kissing her was only going to make it harder to walk out the door.
He reluctantly ended it, pressed the side of his nose against hers and closed his eyes.
They might be nothing alike but he liked her. A lot. And for as long as she was in Manning Grove he planned on landing in her bed every night.
“Sorry, I probably have morning breath,” she whispered.
“Don’t give a fuck,” he whispered back. He probably did, too. It wasn’t like he kept a toothbrush tucked in his fucking cut.
He straightened and stood next to the bed, their hands still clasped together like neither wanted to let go.
“Last night was… fun.”
“Yeah, it was.”
She wiggled her eyebrows and shot him a smile. “Repeat tonight?”
He only had one answer for that… Fuck yes. “We can do that. Gonna text you later when the Honda’s back. One of us will come get you.”
“Okay. I appreciate it. Once I have the Honda, maybe I can find a salon for a haircut while I’m stuck in town.”
“Got the perfect place for you.”
Her eyes went wide, probably shocked he’d know of any salons. “Really? Can you text it to me?”
“Yeah. I’ll do that. Don’t go anywhere else, yeah?”
She blinked up at him. “Sure. She’s that good?”
“He. Yeah, Teddy’s that good. All the ol’ ladies go to him. He’ll hunt me the fuck down and lob glitter bombs at me if I don’t send you his way.”
She released a soft laugh. “He sounds dangerous.”
“He’s a complete pussy cat. You end up knowin’ more than you need to about this town in the short amount of time you sit in his chair.”
“Are you saying he’ll keep me entertained?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Okay, that sounds like fun.”
“Hopefully you still believe that afterward.”
Her laughter filled the room.
So far nothing had stressed this woman. Not her sled breaking down, not being stuck in a small town in Bumfuck, Pennsylvania. Nothing. It was like she was coated in Teflon and she let everything roll off her.
But with what she’d said about her career, he was damn sure she wasn’t like this before telling her organization they could take their job and fucking shove it.
He reluctantly released her hand, letting his fingers drag slowly over hers as they separated.
“Are you sure you need to go?” she asked with a tempting as fuck smile and a wiggle of her eyebrows.
He blew out a breath and grabbed his crotch. “Don’t make it harder than it already is.”
“Leaving or your cock?”
“Both.”
“Well, since I don’t have wheels and you’re not coming back to bed, I’m going back to sleep.”
“Not ’til you lock the door behind me.”
She nodded and sat up, not bothering to pull up the sheet to cover herself.
Fuck yeah, loads of confidence. Smart. Easy-going. And hot as fuck.
The complete package.
Her tits were icing on that edible cake. He was fucking them later, that was for damn sure.
He shook himself mentally and forced himself to move to the door. Every step he took was like fighting against a thick elastic band hooked around his waist trying to snap him back to the bed.
He slid the chain off the door and flipped the deadbolt.
As he pulled the door open, he said, “Lock the door,” one more time and stepped outside into the dark late-March morning. It was cold as fuck and he wished he’d had more than his thermal and cut to wear. Good thing the farm wasn’t too far of a ride.
He took two steps toward his sled before he heard a deep clearing of a throat to his left.
He shot a glance toward the office and—What the fuck?—Ozzy was slouched in one of the Adirondack chairs out front. A wool beanie was pulled over his ears and down to his eyebrows, his boots were planted on the ground and his knees spread wide. He was also smoking a hand-rolled.
He shot Whip his typical Ozhole grin.
Whip groaned under his breath and braced for dealing with Ozzy this early in the morning.
“What are you doin’, Junior? Playin’ with the adults?” the club secretary called out.
Whip quickly glanced over his shoulder at the closed door when he heard the lock click behind him.
He was tempted to ignore the man but he would get shit either way, now or later, so he might as well get it over with. He moved away from Fallon’s door so she wouldn’t overhear their conversation. Last thing he wanted was to lose out on hooking up with her again because of Ozzy fucking that all up by being a dickhead.
He strode over to where the older biker was sitting. “You’re an asshole.”
The Original took another hit off his cigarette and, when he laughed, the smoke shot out of his nose. “You make it sound like it’s somethin’ new.”
“Thought goin’ into her room and leavin’ a whole bowl of wraps was funny?”