With Snake, I have a feeling that what you see is what you get. He looks at me like I’m precious, like something to be protected instead of locked away and broken down.
That has to count for something. At least I hope it does.
CHAPTER 6
SNAKE
I’m wiping my hands on one of the shop rags and can’t help but wonder what Graycie would think of the oil and grime on my hands. Would she think they’re too dirty to touch her delicate skin? Is it wrong that I want to dirty her up just to see how she would look with grease smeared on her?
Fucking hell. Just the thought of it, of mussing her up, makes my cock hard as fucking stone behind the fly of my jeans.
I don’t know what it is about her, but she has me all tied up in knots.
Before I found out she works at Bunz Out, I wouldn’t have been caught dead in that bakery. It’s too fucking girly and pink for me or any of my brothers to feel like they belonged in the space.
Some pink and frilly shit wasn’t going to stop me yesterday from seeing my Graycie. It had already been too many days and I was getting antsy.
I didn’t head out of my room at the clubhouse with the intention of anyone joining me. I should have known better.
The moment I stepped into the main room, Ryker sat up a little straighter and Playboy looked like he wanted any excuse to get away from Lola. That shit backfired because Lola begged and pleaded to come with us. She said she just wanted to get out of the clubhouse for a while, but my gut was telling me she had another reason for wanting to go.
Considering Playboy was all in on riding into town, I figured she just wanted to be close to him since she hasn’t given up on getting on his dick. And he doesn’t seem any more interested, which only makes her more determined.
It’s kind of hilarious.
Her entire face fell when Ryker told her, “You can drive the SUV into town. We might as well pick up some things while we’re there.”
Playboy smirked, knowing Lola was angling for a ride on the back of his bike. I could have told her it wasn’t going to happen.
Outside of extenuating circumstances, the only women any of us will ever have on the back of our bikes are our Old Ladies or family. It’s just the way it is, the way it has always been.
It’s a seat with a lot of respect and trust tied to it. You can’t put just anyone back there. Opal is the only woman I’ve had on the back of my bike, but I’m planning to change that very soon.
Having Graycie’s arms wrapped around me while the sun shines down on the asphalt and the wind whips around us is going to be a revelation. It’s like I can already feel the ghost of her hold around my middle.
When I walk into the reception area of the shop, Hank looks up at me and grins. This is no longer his business since the club bought it from him. But the only place he’s ever belonged is at his shop. He’s now front of the house after spending decades working under the hoods.
He’ll always have a place here as long as he wants it.
“The oil change is done. Any word on the rust bucket’s arrival?”
The scowl Hank gives me would scare someone who hasn’t known him their whole life. I have. He only scares me a little. Not enough to stop me from giving him shit.
“You shouldn’t speak ill of a classic,” he admonishes me.
“I’m not, just stating facts,” I throw back at him.
He huffs and shakes his head like he’s disappointed in me, but I can see the smile he’s trying to hide. It’s in his eyes. He knows I’m just giving him shit.
“If anyone can fix it up again, it’s Sidewinder,” he deadpans.
I scoff, knowing he’s just trying to wind me up. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing it works.
“I’m sure it’ll be a masterpiece when all is said and done,” I admit. “I’m just waiting to watch the show as Sidewinder has to deal with the client.”
Hank lets out a low whistle. “It’ll be a show alright. He’s catering to daddy’s little girl and Sidewinder better deliver.”
“I need to check the breakroom and make sure we’re stocked on popcorn,” I joke.