Jailbait (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 3)

Luckily, I was almost at the restaurant.

“You okay, girl?”

I looked up and smiled at Amber.

“Yeah.” I waved, hoping that it would hide the pain-filled grimace on my face. “I’m okay.”

“You don’t look okay,” she said when I got closer to her.

I walked inside the door she was holding open and smiled at her tiredly. “You mind if I take a seat for a minute?”

“Sure, go ahead.” Amber gestured toward a place in the corner of the room.

“You have any tables?” I asked, hoping beyond hope that she did.

I’d seen Trick getting closer to me since I’d slowed to a walk, and there was no doubt in my mind that he was taking Ignacia here.

“No.” Amber looked sad.

I groaned when she told me that there were no tables available.

“Dang it,” I grumbled.

“I’m sorry, Swayze.” The hostess, Amber, smiled at me apologetically. “If I could give you someone else’s table, I would.”

I knew she would. Amber was sweet like that.

The door behind me opened, and I knew that Trick had finally arrived.

I limped toward the spot where Amber had gestured, but stopped when I saw a familiar figure in the dining room.

Grinning like a fool when I saw the man sitting there by himself, I walked up toward him and plopped down at his table.

“Hey, Bruno.” I smiled.

Bruno’s eyes lifted from the menu he was perusing, and he grunted. “What’s up?”

“Do you mind if I sit with you for a minute?” I pleaded. “I think my foot is going to fall off.”

His eyes raised to meet mine. “Is that right?”

His gaze flickered toward the front where Trick was now being led to the table.

Directly next to us.

Son of a bitch.

“Yep,” I squeaked. “That’s right.”

CHAPTER 10

Yeah, breakups suck. But have you ever left the restaurant without your to-go box?

-Swayze to Trick

TRICK

I wasn’t sure why I was standing outside waiting for my date. A date that I hadn’t even wanted to go on.

However, my dick needed something more than my hand, and since I had vowed that I wouldn’t be touching a certain curly-haired blonde across the street, someone else would have to do.

Which was where Ignacia came in.

After her ‘welcome to town’ spiel, I’d seen Ignacia a second time at a grocery store of all places. She’d been squeezing the melons right next to me when she’d caused a stack of them to fall down onto the ground.

I’d helped her pick them up, and I’d grinned because for the first time since I’d arrived in this backwater town, a person didn’t look at me like they were scared.

Whether it was because she didn’t know me, or because she did and didn’t care, I wasn’t quite sure. But when she’d offered to ‘show me around town’ I’d taken her up on the offer. Because beneath her ‘show me the town’ she’d also had a ‘I’d like to show you my bed, too, when we’re done’ kind of vibe going on. And I needed some.

It’d been quite a long fucking time, and it was getting to the point now where I didn’t know if I would even be able to perform.

Though, the way that my dick got hard at the sight of Swayze, I didn’t think that I’d have a problem.

“How long do you plan on staying here?” Ignacia asked as she glanced around the old shop windows of downtown.

“Permanently,” I answered. “This side of town isn’t great just yet, but it’s getting there. The three buildings in the block that my bar is on are completely remodeled per Souls Chapel city code. It’s only a matter of time before…”

My voice trailed off as a figure darted out from the alleyway three up from us but across the street.

I narrowed my eyes at the runner and felt things inside of me start to heat and stiffen.

“Ugh,” Ignacia grumbled. “She would be wearing that. She’s so desperate.”

I looked away from Swayze long enough to make sure that she was seeing what I was seeing, then glanced back at Swayze.

“Pardon me?” I said, my mouth practically watering.

Jesus, she was beautiful.

I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her.

Tonight, Swayze’s long hair was up in a high ponytail at the top of her head. Each step she took caused the ringlets to bounce and sway.

The little band of color around her head kept the fly-away hairs from sticking to her face.

That band of red matched the red tennis shoes she had on her feet.

But it wasn’t the rest that my eyes were attracted to.

It was the tight black shorts that showed off her shapely ass, and the tight black tank top that molded to her skin and showed off everything that the shorts didn’t.

Each step she took caused a ripple of muscle and fat to jiggle her ass, and I nearly moaned.

God, I wanted to be up close and personal to that. Preferably when I was fucking her from behind…