Lucky Ride (Men of Valor MC)

Cara sashays her way to the door and calls to the girl that barely looks legal. I know those curves should be illegal for sure, and I want them in my hands, my mouth, and with my cock buried between them. Just the thought causes the greedy fuck between my legs to jerk, so I go and take my seat. I should be a gentleman and greet her properly, but the only thing I want to do with her is properly fuck that pretty, nervous smile off her face. I’ve never been more annoyed and turned on at the same time.

“Say hello, Clover,” Cara prompts the girl but doesn’t take more than a breath to speak again, cutting off any reply from the attention-stealing woman. “Clover, this is your new boss, Rooster. I don’t have time to waste. I’ll see you later.” She slams the door shut, leaving me with the little wallflower who barely reaches my chest and refuses to look me in the eye. I stand, needing to be closer even though I had purposely moved away. Striding over to her, a surge of dominance runs through me and a smile spreads across my face, although she can’t see because she hasn’t taken her eyes off the wood floor at her feet. It’s sick how jealous I am at the stupid thing absorbing her gaze instead of me.

“Clover, is it?” I ask, gripping her chin and lifting it lightly to have her meet my eyes.

She blinks several times, biting on her lip before letting it go, and with a whisper, she responds, “Yes, sir.” I hold back the urge to pin her to the nearest surface.

My breathing ragged and body stiff, I restrain myself, remembering that I’m a soldier at heart. My years in the Army taught me some discipline that she seems to have robbed me of. “Baby, my name is Logan, not sir—unless it’s in the bedroom, but that’s not somewhere you’ll ever be. Now tell me—have you waitressed before?” I ask to swallow up that lie I just told. I know that my will won’t last long. She’s fucking hot and sweet. It’s more than tempting. I’m just a red-blooded man who has finally found someone I can’t and won’t resist.

“Yes, I have,” she manages to squeak out, hiding her eyes from me.

“First, Lucky, look at me when I’m talking to you. Understand?” She nods and raises her gorgeous, icy-blue eyes to mine. Visions of pretty little daughters with eyes like their mommy’s run through my head. Again, I’m forced to push those fucked-up thoughts to the side and test this little thing. “So if I sent your little ass out there, you’ll get the orders down and correct without a problem?”

“Hardly. It’s not like I know the specials or anything. I’ve no training, so I’d need assistance until I had everything under control, but that shouldn’t take more than a day’s worth, if that.”

“So you think I should waste my money letting you spend the day training, possibly fucking up orders.” She holds back the urge to say something smart. I can see a flash of anger in those magnificent orbs, but she shuts that shit down, which is good because I’d have to bend her over the desk and spank her ass for talking back. My lucky little Clover has a hidden grit. I like her even more than I did a minute ago, but it’s all the more reason I should stay away. She doesn’t need to be saddled up with a man who has no time for anything but work.

Still, I can’t send her away. A glutton for punishment, I cave. “Okay. Because I’m a nice guy, this is your lucky day, but this is no free ride. If I catch you with your phone out, you’ll be out on your ass. I don’t want to see you talking to or texting your boyfriends.” The thought of another man getting her attention riles me more than it should. I don’t know this chick, and she’s too innocent. Too good for a hardened man like me with no plans on forever with anyone or anything but the diner.

“Thank you, Logan. You won’t be sorry. I promise. Is there somewhere I can put my coat?” she asks. It takes me a minute to realize she’s still wearing it. Hell, I haven’t even seen what she really looks like under that material, and I’m panting like a fool.

“Sure. For now, you can leave it in here.” She unzips her coat, and I’m floored. She must have come from a warm climate, or she’s raided her cousin’s closet because the top she’s wearing damn near has her breasts spilling out. The coat had done a great job of hiding that her stomach is as flat as the wall, and her waist is tiny but flares out at her hips. Fuck me, she reminds me of a blonde version of Selma Hayek in Dusk Til Dawn: slim, with curves in all the right places. I’m getting horny and angry all at once.