“I think I know where your head was when you found this place, Ruby.”
She beams a smile up at me, looking like the excited sorority girl she isn’t. “I know, right! The men here are delicious, and more importantly, they are all real men.”
Ruby motions toward a few tables full of men, and I start to notice a pattern. The men are all hot and tall, wide with tons of muscles to spare.
“Bikers,” Ruby sighs wistfully. “Bikers as far as the eye can see. It’s like a bad boy porno come to life.”
I laugh and shake my head. Ruby is a wild child at heart. She works hard and plays even harder, and she prefers her men the same as me, tall and hot and bad to the bone.
“You’re insane.”
“You love me,” she insists as we make our way to the bar. “All right, babe, you do the honors.” She steps aside, leaving me to order our drinks. My first legal order, and it feels, I don’t know, monumental, as if I am well and truly an adult now.
Sure, I still live at home with my parents, but they don’t venture to my part of the house, so it’s just like I live alone. Like a real grownup.
Well, except for the bills. Since I’m still in school, they pay my bills. Which I’m grateful for.
“What’s it gonna be, sugar?” The older man behind the bar flashes a smile, his slick salt and pepper hair is combed back, and his craggy, tan skin pulls into a smile. I feel at ease instantly.
I pull out my ID and show it to him. “Uhm, I think I’ll start with two shots of Patron and two beers. Something dark and hoppy.”
The older man smiles again. “A pretty girl who knows her beer. I’m in love.”
I laugh at his flirting and roll my eyes. “I’m sure you say that to all the twenty-one-year-olds that come in here.”
He tosses his head back and laughs. “Not many twenty-one-year-olds are brave enough to come in here, sweetheart.” He slides three shot glasses my way and then sets a fourth in front of him.
“To turning twenty-one. May your spirits always be as high as your tits and may your bank account swell like your ass.”
Ruby smacks the bar with her hand and smiles.
“I’ll drink to that, Mister. All damn day.” She scoops up her glass, knocks it against the bartenders, and downs the shot. “I’m Ruby, and this is Kelsey.”
“Nice to meet you, ladies. Have fun.”
“We plan to,” Ruby coos and eyes my second shot longingly.
“Another shot for my friend.” I set my card down on the bar and slide it toward the older man. “Start a tab, please.”
Ruby balks and snatches my card off the bar. “First of all, bitch, I have a job. A real job with a paycheck and everything. Second, it’s my best friend’s birthday, and she ain’t paying for shit. Got it?”
I nod and wrap an arm around her. “Thanks, bitch.”
“My pleasure,” she whispers and squeezes me back. “Two more shots, and then we go find some trouble, yeah?”
I nod because what woman doesn’t like shots and trouble? “Hell, yeah.”
We make a nice dent in the Patron, and as soon as I spot an open pool table, I rush over to claim it.
“Move that sweet ass of yours, Ruby, or I’m calling stripes.”
She laughs and turns back to the old-timer, taking her time, which I allow because her hands are full of two highball glasses filled to the brim.
“You’re lucky you’re my bestie.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Damn, I must look even hotter than I thought in this dress.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t think there’s anyone hotter in this whole fuckin’ city.”
That deep voice is smooth like honey and sends a shiver down my spine.
I turn slowly to look at the hottie with the deep voice, and holy shit, this guy is hot. Like molten lava fucking hot in his leather vest, slightly worn jeans that fit his body like a glove, and a t-shirt that hugs his biceps like a clingy girlfriend.
His thick blond hair is messy, and his blue eyes are bright and full of mischief. Bad boy central casting sent this hottie to me, I’m sure of it. He’s yummy, and he’s flirting with me.
I flick my hair off my shoulders and stick my tits out. They aren’t big beefy teardrop tits like Ruby’s, but they get the job done.
“Well now, that’s just the best damn compliment this birthday girl’s heard all day.”
“Birthday girl, huh?”
I nod, feeling breathless and a little bit hot all over. “Twenty-one.”
“No longer barely legal,” he drawls. “Fully legal now, eh?”
“Oh yeah. Does that make it less exciting?” Most guys are all about the chase, and once it’s over, they’re bored and ready to bolt.
The sexy biker looks me up and down, heat coloring his blue gaze as he licks his lips. “I don’t think anything about you could get me less excited than I am right now.”