Lucky Ride (Men of Valor MC)

I want to check on her, but I’m forced to stick to the front. Many of the people have to get to work and don’t have time to wait around. We have a low-key family atmosphere so there’s no need for table checkout machines, but it would do me a lot of good at the moment. Actually, the counter’s doing me the best service, hiding my throbbing cock. I groan, catching sight of Clover bending over to pick up a dropped fork and setting it on the dirty dish on one of the tables. The image of her round, heart-shaped ass up like that creates the perfect angle for me. I just need to tear a hole in those pants and stuff my cock deep into her depths.

“Logan,” Roland Bennet says, snapping his fingers in my face to get my attention. “A lost cause, it seems. She looks innocent. Be careful; those are the marrying type.”

“I’m sorry.” I take his check and ring it up. These older gentlemen are on to me. He winks and then leaves.

My cell rings, and it’s a supplier calling to let me know they’re ten minutes out. “Heather,” I call out. She comes with my little thing in tow. When they reach the counter, I say, “The produce truck is a few minutes away. I’ve got to step back there. You got this?”

“Yes, Clover’s doing a good job. I’m going to give her one of my booths to see how she does on her own.”

“Good. Don’t let me down, Lucky.” She blushes at the nickname, fucking up my head. I nod and walk away before either can respond. My dick only just started to go down. Now the fucker’s at full staff merely because of a tint of pink on her cheeks.

2

Clover

I’m still trying to catch my breath when Heather’s name is called by our sexy boss. My panties are ruined. Can the customers smell my need for Logan? I keep my distance from the tables for the most part because I’m sure they can tell that I’m seconds from grinding on my boss like a dog in heat.

I sigh when she grabs my arm to follow. I don’t want to go to Logan because I’m afraid of my own reaction. A blush covers my face when he calls me Lucky. It’s nothing that I’m not used to; it’s been my nickname almost my entire life, but it sounds like a summons coming from him. And I’m most definitely ready to come. He scowls and then turns toward the back. I know I’m already pushing my luck with the man. Logan’s been insanely kind about giving me a shot when Cara essentially dumped me on his doorstep. I don’t take my eyes off him and his sexy ass in those tight jeans.

“Girl, I don’t know who has it worse—you, or Logan.”

“What? I don’t know what you mean,” I lie, blushing.

“Please. That man hasn’t given any woman more than a passing glance since he opened this place, and yet he’s panting like a beast, stalking you from behind the counter.”

“You’re crazy. He’s probably just judging me as a waitress before hiring me.”

“No. Logan’s hired people off the street after a short interview and filling out the necessary paperwork. You’re the first one he’s put out on the floor and monitored. I’m just saying if he wants you, I wouldn’t miss that opportunity. He’s not my type, but he’s still hot as hell.” She winks and then says, “You’re up,” pointing to the customers heading to the clean booth.

It’s a man and woman with a small child around six. “Hello, I’m Clover. How are you today?”

“Wonderful. You must be new,” the woman says.

“Yes, I’m doing my first day of training. Can I start you off with a drink?”

“We’ll take some coffee and a glass of orange juice for this little one.”

“Sure. I’ll be right back with those.”

“Actually, we’re regulars, and we already know what we want to order.”

“Fantastic.” I take their order and smile. “I’ll be back with your drinks.”

I start preparing the glass of juice and the pot of coffee when Heather stands next to me and spills the tea about the couple at my table. “That’s Dr. and Mrs. Ramirez. They’re my neighbors and really sweet, and so is their little girl, Daniella. Mrs. Ramirez started off as his assistant. They always take the time to come out for breakfast as a family. It’s adorable.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to handle them?” I ask since she knows them.

“No, you’re doing a great job.”

“Okay.” I wink and then scoop up the cup of orange juice and coffee decanter, walking to my booth.

Setting down the juice, I say, “Here you go, sweetheart,” filling their coffee cups afterward.

“Your name’s Clover. Do you like St. Patrick’s Day?”

“Daniella, that’s not polite,” her mother scolds, looking at me apologetically.