Loco, page 4
It didn’t take long for Loco to notice me. “Done?”
His smile was contagious and I found myself returning it. “Yup. Done, hungry, and tired, in that order.”
“Long day?”
I walked up to him. “My schedule is all over the place. Long days, short ones, stayover nights.”
“You must really like your job.”
“I love animals. It’s not a job to me. If I didn’t need to pay my bills, I wouldn’t charge for what I do.”
“Cleaning up cat shit is lucrative, huh?”
I rolled my eyes, something I had a feeling I’d be doing a lot with him. “It’s more than cleaning up shit, Loco. But yes, what I do takes care of my living expenses and more.” For the first time in my life, I had a little nest egg.
He ran his hand over the bristle across his lower jaw, his eyes gleaming with humor. “Darlin’, you keep rolling those beautiful eyes at me and we’re going to have a problem.”
My smile grew at his light threat. Habits were hard to break. “What will you do about it?”
“I can think of a few things I can do that will have your eyes rolling back in your head.”
I sucked in my breath as all kinds of hot and dirty images filled my head. The way that Loco’s eyes traveled over me revealed exactly what he was talking about. My pulse raced as intense, sexual awareness swept across his face, and I wondered how he could go from one emotion to another so fast. I was momentarily speechless, and couldn’t drag my eyes away from his to save my life. The intimate scene in the pool flashed before my eyes, and my clit pulsed with the memory.
“You kind of scare me,” I finally said in a low tone. Once again, he had my heart pounding erratically.
He threw his head back and laughed. “Good. You should be.”
What did he mean by that? I watched him mount his bike, and as he brought his leg over the seat his thick thighs stretched the worn denim of his jeans. I tried not to notice, but failed badly, the significant bulge behind his zipper. Lord, he was a fine specimen, as fine as Viola’s friend, Bull, and Lissa’s man, Frenchie. In fact, most of the Desert Rebels that I’d seen were built like magnificent Gods and had the whole sexy package--muscles, looks, and definitely attitude.
I wondered what Loco was like in bed, and then why that thought had suddenly popped into my head. Shit!
“What do you feel like eating?”
I blinked at his casual question and reluctantly came back to the present. “I’m good with anything. Hence my voluptuous curves,” I joked.
He said nothing in response to my joke, but his eyes spoke loud and clear. He liked my curves.
“Follow me, darlin’.”
“You better go slow.”
He acknowledged me with a grin but said nothing as he started his bike and I climbed into my car. As I followed Loco, I wondered what I was getting myself into. He’d made his intentions clear that day in the pool. If he’d pressed a little that day, I’d have probably given in to him right then and there, he’d had me so turned on. But now I’d had time to think about it, and all the reasons I should stay away from him.
It didn’t bother me that Loco belonged to a biker club. I didn’t lump them into the same criminal category that most of the public did. There were men wearing ties and suits that were criminals, too, they just didn’t go around in a gang that easily identified them as such. Stereotyping seemed to come naturally to people, but I’d always tried to keep an open mind and not judge anyone until I knew them better.
What did bother me about Loco was that I got the impression that he was used to women falling at his feet, expected it even. He personified the sexy, dirty-talking biker in attitude and in the clothes that he wore. I mean, what girl wouldn’t be attracted to his strong, muscular physique and the way that he filled out a pair of jeans, or the way the muscles and veins worked when his arms were moving?
His eyes when he looked at me were filled with dark promises of things to come. One thing was for sure--Loco had charisma, and he knew what he was doing. Was I strong enough to ignore it? And why would I? I smirked at myself as I followed him into the parking lot of a small restaurant. Maybe I was getting ahead of myself. Loco had voiced his intentions, yes, but it could have been just to get a reaction out of me.
I parked and turned off the ignition, watching Loco in my review mirror as he backed his bike up against the building. I passed this place every day, but I’d never eaten here before. It wasn’t a chain restaurant and had no drive-thru. Most of the time I was in a hurry in between jobs and would usually just grab something from a fast-food place.
By the time I exited my car and was walking toward Loco, he’d gotten off his bike and was leaning against it, waiting for me. His long legs were crossed at the ankles, his arms crossed over his chest, and he was wearing a grin. It was the look in his eyes that did me in. Loco had a way of expressing what he wanted, and he wasn’t afraid to let his eyes linger on my breasts or between my legs. By the time I reached him I was near melting with arousal.
As a redhead, when I blushed or was embarrassed it showed. I felt the heat do a slow crawl up my neck and into my cheeks, a hated betrayal that gave my feelings away. My eyes flickered down to the front of his pants to see if he was hard. The amused reaction I got from Loco told me that he’d noticed me looking.
I rolled my eyes. It was better than sticking my tongue out at him like a five-year-old.
He laughed loudly but wisely kept quiet.
I decided to pretend that I wasn’t turned-on and that he didn’t have a hard-on pounding behind his zipper. “I’ve never eaten here before.”
He straightened from his bike and took me by the hand. “You’re in for a treat. It doesn’t look like much, but the food is plentiful and good.”
We stepped inside the door. It didn’t take me long to scan the small restaurant and its handful of occupants. They seemed to be enjoying their food over conversation. A single server was moving about the room, refilling drinks. She glanced up when the bell on the door rang.
Her face lit up when she saw Loco. “Take a seat anywhere, handsome. I’ll be right with you.”
Handsome? Well, that wasn’t obvious! I didn’t say anything as I let Loco pull me over to a table by the window. I climbed in on one side and he took the other. “Thank you. Handsome.”
“Jealous?”
“Why would I be jealous? We aren’t anything to each other.”
The server scurried right over as if her skirt were on fire. “What can I get you to drink?”
A look of annoyance crossed over Loco’s face. “The lady and I will have a beer.”
If he’d meant his comment to draw attention to the fact that he wasn’t alone, it didn’t work. She didn’t take her eyes off him. I could understand why, but she didn’t have to be so obvious about it, especially while I was there. It was rude of her to ignore me, but I knew her type, and she apparently knew Loco.
“Your usual?”
“Two,” he said, drumming his fingers against the table.
“Well, that was obvious,” I said once the server had left.
“What’s obvious?”
“That you’ve slept with her.”
He didn’t deny it. “How is that obvious?”
“You didn’t watch her walk away.”
“So?”
I shrugged. “You’re no longer interested in her because you’ve screwed her already.”
“You think I fuck ‘em and leave ‘em?”
“Definitely.”
He leaned across the table, holding my eyes with a serious look. “You’re right, darlin’. Except for club whores, I rarely fuck the same woman twice. I like sex, a lot of sex, and I like variety.”
“A man-whore.”
“I wear the crown proudly.”
Menus were on the table, and I reached for one, deciding to change the subject. While I pretended to look it over, my mind raced. At least Loco had laid his cards on the table, but I was so disappointed by his admission. The fact that he’d admitted that he was a man-whore so readily was a big turn-off, and revealed exactly what any woman could expect from him.
Nothing.
I had no problems with people like him. Sex was a natural behavior, and people approached it differently. There was no right or wrong, as long as it took place between consenting adults. But his comment held an underlining warning for me. If I slept with him, it would be with the understanding that nothing was going to come of it. My problem with that was that I didn’t think I could keep my feelings out of it. There was something about Loco that held my interest just as much as the physical attraction between us.
He frightened me, but it excited me.
He was dangerous, but it made me feel alive.
He was intense, but it made me hot.
I had a feeling that getting involved with Loco would leave me satisfied yet broken. Could I give myself to such a man? Yes. But could I walk away after? That’s what scared me most. What if I wanted more than what he could give me? I wasn’t sure that I wanted that kind of heartache. Maybe I should just invite him back to my apartment, screw his brains out, and then send him on his way with a comment like, “Our one and done is done. Have a good life.”
I wasn’t sure I could be that callous.
I gave up trying to focus on the menu. “What’s good here?”
“Everything.”
I sighed heavily. “You’re not much help.” I scanned over the sandwich offerings, deciding on the Rueben, and closed the menu.
I glanced up and fell right into Loco’s slightly amused eyes. Had he been watching me the whole time? It didn’t appear that he’d even glanced at a menu, but was just sitting there, his arm resting over the back of the booth, staring at me.
“Know what you want?”
Why did I get the feeling that he wasn’t talking about food?
I leaned forward, keeping eye contact, deciding to play his game. “After we eat I want you to follow me back to my place so we can fuck the night away.”
I meant it.
My comment had stunned him, if his silence and the expression on his face were any indication.
Victory tasted sweet.
Chapter 7
Loco
Fuck! Millie’s comment went straight to my dick as I imagined doing exactly what she’d suggested. I didn’t care if she was joking. She’d said it, and now I intended to make it happen. All the other bullshit that I’d thought until then went right out the fucking window. How could I have ever thought that I could ignore her? I wanted the sassy little redhead with the sparkling green eyes, and if I only ever had her once, I’d make that enough.
Fuck the night away? Yeah, baby, I can do that.
Leslie came back to the table with our beers. My eyes landed on the deep V of her uniform as she reached down, just as she’d known they would after she’d undone a few more buttons to entice me. I smirked as my gaze traveled up to her eyes. The invitation in hers was palpable, but she should have remembered that the last time I’d fucked her I’d made it clear that we were done.
I probably shouldn’t have gone back for seconds, but I’d been drunk off my ass and she’d taken advantage of me. I snorted inside at my laughable excuse.
I didn’t give her time to ask if we were ready to order. I looked across the table at Millie. “Ready to order, darlin’?”
She smiled up at Leslie. “I’ll have the Reuben please, no fries.”
“And I’ll have the double cheeseburger with extra fries.”
Leslie gave me a wink before leaving to put our order in.
Millie’s soft laugh had a bit of annoyance to it. “I take it you two have history.”
“That’s exactly what it is, Millie--history. Have I fucked her? Yes. It’s been at least four months, and there’s been a dozen since her.” She flinched, but I believed on honesty.
She took a sip of her beer, either to buy some time to digest what I’d just said or to ignore it altogether. It occurred to me that if she had been any other woman I wouldn’t have even offered up that much about my life. It was no one’s business who I fucked. Most of the women I associated with knew me or were familiar with the club, and knew what kind of men we were.
Those of us who weren’t tied down, anyway.
“So I can assume that after tonight, I’ll be history, too?” There was no anger in her voice, no disappointment, just the need for an honest answer.
Our eyes remained locked as I considered my answer. Christ. It occurred to me that I was sitting in a restaurant with a beautiful woman, something I’d never done before except when I’d been out with a group of my brothers and their old ladies. I didn’t usually spend time with women because I was afraid they’d get the wrong idea. I didn’t want to end up like my brothers--saddled down with women and rug rats.
That wasn’t for me. I was too set in my whorish ways to be faithful.
She released a sound of impatience. “Wow, Loco. A simple yes or no will suffice.”
I grinned at her snark. The fire in her eyes set my pulse racing. I wondered if that same fire would be there when I was fucking her senseless. Everything about Millie made me feel alive. It was as if she were surrounded by an arc of sizzling electricity that charged anyone nearby. I wanted to grab hold of the blazing hair surrounding her pretty face and slide home between her thick thighs. Wanted to hear her scream my name.
Not Loco. My real name.
I shook my head from the nonsense filling it.
“I don’t want to hurt you, darlin’.” That was the fucking truth.
“Then just be honest with me, Loco.”
“If I knew the answer, I’d give it to you.” That was the truth, too.
There was something about her, something that was keeping me interested in her beyond her tits and ass. She was sweet and not my usual type, but damned if I didn’t feel that I deserved her. Even a bad man deserved some good in his life. Right?
Leslie brought our meals and we used the next few minutes to eat in silence. I had to question what I was doing. I knew I should just say goodnight after we were finished and ride back to the club. But I realized even as I was thinking it that my dick didn’t want any of the women from back there. He wanted the innocence sitting across from us.
The image of a naked Millie laying beneath me caused my dick to press against my zipper. Fucking hell, I knew what I was going to do. Why deny us what we both wanted? I’d follow her home and fuck her six ways to Sunday and when the sun came up, I’d deal with shit then.
“That was really good.” She wiped her mouth with her napkin and sat back. Laughter escaped her when she eyed my empty plate. “I can see that your hamburger and fries must have been really good, too.”
“Best hamburger in town,” I responded, reaching for my wallet. “Glad you enjoyed your sandwich.”
She noticed what I was doing and reached for something in her pocket. “Oh, wait—”
“I got it.”
“But—”
I threw two twenties down on the table as I stood up. “I got it, darlin’.” I reached for her arm and pulled her from the booth. “Let’s go.” I was in a hurry to get to her place.
“Are you coming to my place?” Millie asked as I walked her to her car.
I opened her door and turned back to look down at her. “You change your mind?”
She shook her head, but I could read the concern in her eyes. “No, but…” I waited for her to build up courage so she could finish. “I, um, don’t usually do this.”
I smirked.
“What I mean is that I, ah, don’t bring strangers home with me.”
I laughed. “Not a stranger.”
She snorted. “Um, yeah, I think you are.”
I stared at her, recognizing that she was afraid and second guessing herself. A light wind blew the loose strands of her hair into her face, and I reached up and tucked them back behind her ear. “Look. We’ve been swimming together.” Even in the darkness I could see her blush at the memory. I decided not to bring up what we’d done in the pool. “We’ve been out to dinner, had some nice conversation.”
She rolled her eyes, and I laughed.
“If you want me to leave, I will.” I could have kicked myself the second the words were out of my mouth. Leaving was the last thing I wanted to do. My dick was so hard it hurt, and thoughts of sinking into Millie’s wet, tight pussy was keeping him that hard.
“No,” she finally whispered, and I nearly groaned with a happy response. “Follow me.”
To the ends of the fucking earth if it means I get a piece of her, I thought to myself. She slid her sweet ass into her car and I shut the door, adjusting myself as I walked to my bike. As I climbed on, the door to the restaurant opened and Leslie came rushing out. Her gaze immediately found me, lighting up when she saw that I was alone.
“Oh good, you haven’t left yet!” She scurried over to me with a big smile.
“Problem with the bill?” I knew there wasn’t, but asked anyway.
“What? No. I just wanted to see you for a minute.”
She’d seen me in the restaurant. “What for?” I looked to make sure that Millie hadn’t left yet.
She shrugged and got shy all of a sudden. “You know. I haven’t seen you in a while. I thought maybe you and I could, ah, hook up later. After my shift?”
I frowned. “Thought I made myself clear the last time.”
“But I don’t understand why, Loco. We were good together. And you seemed to like me.”
A snort escaped me in response to her innocence. “I like all women, honey. That’s the problem. I can never be faithful to just one.” It suddenly hit me that I meant that. My gaze returned to Millie’s car as once again I questioned myself about going home with her.
“That’s okay. I don’t mind sharing,” she said in a desperate tone.
Her comment made me angry. “You should mind,” I snapped at her. “Why would you want a man who can’t be faithful to you? Don’t you value yourself?” Christ, now I sounded like a fucking therapist.
