Sinners are Winners (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 5)

“Excuse me,” I heard muttered again.

That was when I allowed my gaze to leave the man’s calves, travel up the length of his torso, and stall out on his impressive chest.

He was wearing a black Grunt Style t-shirt that said ‘I serve no man.’

And I got to thinking about who he would serve.

Or maybe who he would pleasure…

“Excuse me.”

I left the man’s defined chest that had nipples poking out in ninety-degree heat and finally allowed my gaze to settle on the man’s face.

Only to find him staring straight at me.

He had red hair.

Beautiful red hair that was wavy and messy and styled all at once.

His eyes were blue and his face was tanned—well, about as tanned as a redhead could get.

He had a clean-cut beard, also red, and sexy pouty lips that looked like they would feel great on my…

“Are you ever going to fuckin’ sit?” Tad growled.

I closed my eyes and felt myself sink farther into my seat.

God, he was so embarrassing.

When I opened my eyes again, the man had moved to take the seat beside me, and I felt his shoulders brush against mine.

God, such broad fucking shoulders.

I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, seeing him slouched down in his seat with his thighs splayed wide.

The way his shorts were bunched up around his crotch meant that I had a full, unencumbered view of said crotch.

And God, I was right for not looking earlier.

I wouldn’t have been able to look away.

Kind of like right now.

His bulge was big.

And sexy.

Sexy big.

Oh, God.

I was looking at this man’s package and I couldn’t make myself stop!

I straightened in my seat and gave myself an inner pep-talk.

You are on a date with another man. Sure, you don’t like that man, and you wish you hadn’t come with him, but that’s not going to change the situation you find yourself in. You need to pay attention to your date. You need to control your hormones, and you need to stare straight ahead and not at his dick.

A large crack had me looking up in time to see the man standing at the plate start running to first.

I sighed and leaned farther back in my chair, bringing my knees up to rest on the chair’s seat again.

Resting my head against my upraised knees, I wondered if it would be rude to go to the bathroom and not come back.

“Hot dogs!” a man carrying a shit ton of hot dogs bellowed. “Who wants a hot dog?”

My body perked up at that, and I stood up so fast that the chair’s seat slammed loudly against the metal backing.

“I do!” I called.

“You just ate,” Tad pointed out, looking away from the woman at his side long enough to inform me of that news.

I barely resisted the urge to flip him off.

My luck, I’d do it and then the camera lens recording the ballgame would catch me doing it. Then it’d go viral and my father would give me another lecture about controlling myself.

“I want one, too,” the deep male voice from behind me said.

I turned to see that he was standing up as well, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet.

I cursed when I realized that I didn’t have any cash.

“Do they take a card?” I asked curiously.

He nodded. “I think so.”

The hot dog man came down the steps and was handing us our hot dogs when I handed him my card.

He held up his hand in a placating gesture. “Card machine is down. Cash only.”

My shoulders drooped.

“Hey, Tad,” I said. “Can I borrow four…”

“I already paid for dinner,” he said, continuing to ignore me.

I sighed and handed the hot dog to the man behind me, who did indeed have four dollars cash in his hand.

“Here,” I said.

He took it and handed me the cash, and I handed it to the hot dog man.

When hot dog man would’ve passed me the other hot dog, I waved him off.

“I don’t have any cash,” I said.

And suddenly, I just felt like crying.

Hard.

My life was a mess.

I’d moved to Longview, Texas to escape my father’s overbearing protectiveness, and continued to find myself in difficult situation after difficult situation. It was getting to the point where I was wondering whether or not I should just admit defeat and head back home.

I couldn’t find a job to save my life. The only thing I could do was bake cakes and sell those.

And even then, it cost money to bake said cakes.

I was running out of savings at an alarming rate, and if something didn’t give soon, I would find myself once again living at my parents’ place.

Not that they would mind.

They loved me.

But I didn’t love living with them.

I sat back down in my seat and stared straight ahead, wishing that I had brought my own car.

Because even if I did grow a set and leave Tad sitting where he was, I had no money to pay a car service to drive me home.