Snake’s voice is gruff and a little strained. It does something to my body I’m not used to—my nipples pebble and my panties get damp. When I look into his eyes, the need coiling in the pit of my belly starts to throb.
I’ve never had this kind of reaction to a man before. Why is it this man? What is it about him?
His gray eyes are filled with a softness which doesn’t make any damn sense, considering who he is. He might be Opal’s brother, but he’s also the Vice President of a motorcycle club with questionable morals and even more questionable ideas about the law.
I didn’t have to listen to many whispers around town to figure that out. It’s more than possible that the rumors are blown out of proportion, but I’m sure they’re based on some truth.
“Everything is good here,” I tell him honestly, “it just depends on what you’re in the mood for.”
One side of his mouth tips up and his voice drops an octave, “What I’m in the mood for isn’t on the menu.” His eyes rake over my body leaving no doubt as to what he really wants.
He’s not the first man to hit on me since moving to Dogwood Ridge, but he is the first who has me strongly considering what would happen if I gave in to him.
And I’m not afraid of him. Not with the same kind of fear Sylvester taught me.
Of course, I’m intimidated by him, and I’m scared of what he makes me feel. But I don’t think he would hurt me. Not like Sylvester.
I shake my head, not wanting to think about him or my past.
“How about you just wrap up everything left in the case?” He breezily asks the question and shrugs. “We’ll take it back to the clubhouse for the brothers to enjoy.”
My mouth falls open as I look at Snake and I swear I hear a squeaking noise from where the door to the kitchen is cracked open. As I’m processing his order, my mouth opens and closes a few times while his gaze stays steady. Solid. Sure.
“That’s so much sugar,” Lola protests.
The look Snake cuts at her makes her press her lips together and lean into Playboy even more. But the man doesn’t even seem to be paying attention to the woman hanging off him like she owns him. Is this a ‘I licked it so it’s mine’ situation?
She really should wear clothing with more coverage, you never know when a kid will be in the bakery or, you know, out just living their lives. It’s a miracle I keep my thoughts to myself.
Frankly, her outfit borders on indecent. I don’t think it would take much to have her breasts popping out of the top of the tank she’s wearing. It also wouldn’t surprise me to see the bottom of her ass cheeks sticking out the bottom of her shorts.
“You insisted on coming with us into town. We let you have the job instead of grabbing a prospect,” there’s a warning in Snake’s tone. “No one asked you for your opinion.”
Lola looks at Playboy who isn’t paying her any attention. He shakes her off and takes a step closer to the bakery case.
“I’d give my left nut for one of those brownies,” he groans and licks his lips like he’s a cartoon character. He slaps Snake on his back and chuckles, “Buying out the case is the best idea you’ve ever had. Good thing we had Lola drive the SUV.”
I think I hear him mumble something else about never allowing a bitch on the back of his bike, but it’s too low for me to hear. From the way Lola straightens up, she heard him just fine.
Holding back the grimace threatening to take over my face isn’t easy, but I manage. I’m even able to get everything on display into boxes and rung up. The total has me almost stumbling over my own feet, but Snake doesn’t blink as he pulls out his card and pays.
The guys descend on the counter and grab the boxes. They even make Lola carry one, though she treats it like a bomb that’s about to explode. As they start to file out of Bunz Out, they say goodbye to me with small smiles on their faces which I find myself giving back easily. With chin lifts in my direction, Ryker and Playboy slip out the door with Lola swishing her hips behind them.
Snake pauses for a beat, his voice growly in the best of ways, “It was good seeing you again, Angel. Thanks for these,” he lifts the boxes he’s carrying slightly, “I’m sure we’ll be back soon.”
The man winks at me and then he’s shouldering his way out the door. I watch as he walks to where an SUV is being loaded up. He has so much swagger that I find myself leaning over the counter to watch for a moment longer.
“Okay,” Lara’s voice is filled with suspicion when she pushes her way back through the door to the kitchen, “I think you left out some things about your visit to the clubhouse.”
She crosses her arms across her chest and taps her foot impatiently. I shrug my shoulders and try to keep my eyes on her instead of letting them dart out the window. But it’s not easy.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Her nose scrunches up and she huffs out a sarcastic laugh. “Sure, keep telling yourself that.” Then her eyes soften and she glances out the window while nibbling on her bottom lip. “Just be careful, Graycie. I’d hate to see you get hurt.”
She’s not wrong to warn me. With the way my body reacts to Snake, I know I’m in trouble. The thing is, I think I want a little trouble in my life.
At least this time I would be going in with my eyes wide open. I had no idea what Sylvester was capable of or the scars he would leave behind.