I pull my hat off and scrub a hand over my head. “How the fuck did they know where to look, Sly? They took them right out of the motherfucking safe.” I lean in. “If I find out we have someone here that helped make this happen, I will kill them.”
I step outside and light a joint. I’m so fucking pissed right now I can’t think straight. My designs are one of a kind, and it’s my entire vision from the beginning to the very end.
I have my suspicions about who might’ve stolen them, but they wore black and masks. A few towns over there is a MC that has been trying to steal our prospects and at one point tried to get me to join them and work at their garage. The Devil Vipers are fucking scum, and I meant what I said, that I’ll end whoever stole them.
I hit it twice before I snuff it out. I step back inside, and I see that someone picked up my toolbox and tools.
Ace comes over to me. “We’ll find out who took them. They’ll pay.” I nod and then head into the locker room. My brothers know when I’m like this it’s best to stay out of my way.
I don’t have anything going on right now since that bike was what I had on my agenda today. After throwing my coveralls into my locker, I grab my cut and throw it on.
I chew on a piece of gum as I head out to my bike. I’m not sure where I’m going; I just need to blow off some steam. The sun starts to set as I ride along the river. It’s a good night to be out and on my bike.
There is just something about the wind in my face, the speed, and the feeling of freedom that calls to me like no other.
I haven’t eaten yet and I’m fucking starving. I’m near downtown so I decide to see what’s nearby. There’s a little diner right on the main road so I pull in and park. Inside I take a seat by the window. My waitress, who looks like she’s about to give birth, takes my order. “I’ll take a bacon cheeseburger with everything and fries. Can I also get a Coke to drink?”
She takes my menu and then disappears. I stare out the window, people watching. I look across the street at the beauty salon, Flippin’ Out. The blonde standing by the front door, talking to an older woman, is the girl that Edge and I took home two weeks ago.
Harper was the hottest piece of ass that I’ve tapped in a long time. Fuck, she was so responsive to every single touch. After the first round, she napped for about a half hour before we were going at it again. She’s got the tightest pussy I’ve ever been inside. Hell, I couldn’t get enough of her mouth either.
By the time the night was over, the three of us had passed out. When we woke up in the morning, she was gone, but she did leave us a note, thanking us for showing her an amazing time.
I didn’t tell Edge, but I kept the note; it’s folded up in my wallet. I’ve never had someone thank me for fucking them before, and for some reason I thought it was cute…sweet.
We thought about reaching out to her to hang out again, but we don’t normally go back for seconds—we don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea. Therefore, we didn’t reach out.
My waitress drops off my drink and my burger basket, and while I eat, I watch Harper like a crazy person. She’s cutting someone’s hair and smiling while she does it. Fuck, she’s pretty.
Harper’s so much different than the girls who usually party with us at the clubhouse, but that didn’t stop her from coming back with us and ultimately having a private party with the two of us.
Once I finish eating and pay the check, I see that Harper is sweeping the floor. I make a quick decision and jog across the street to her salon. I pop a piece of gum in my mouth and then step inside.
The place is girly, with the pink walls, white workstations and chairs, the floor looks like it’s white marble, and there is chrome everywhere. She turns around when she hears the bell chime and freezes when she sees me.
Her cheeks turn the most delicious shade of pink, and I know she’s remembering every second of our night together. “H-Hey, Razor. How are you?”
“I was having a shit day, went for a ride, and stopped to grab dinner. I saw you were working and decided to come say hi.” As she walks toward me, I take in her outfit. She’s wearing a pink short-sleeved shirtdress with a wide white belt around her waist. On her feet are a pair of platform tan wedges. “You look gorgeous.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she tells me.
The salon is empty besides her, I don’t like that, it’s not safe…wait. What? “Is anyone else here with you?”
She shakes her long blonde hair. “No, but Lori, one of the other stylists, just left so I haven’t been here alone very long.”
“Good, but if you’re here alone, you should lock the front door. It’s safer for you.”
Harper looks me over closely and then nods. “I’ll make sure it’s locked when I’m here alone.”
I look around. “You own this place?”
“I do. It’s been mine for two years. Come with me. I’ll give you a tour.” I flip the deadbolt on her front door and flip the closed sign before I take her offered hand. She shows me every little detail, and I’m really impressed because she put a lot of thought into what she wanted and then worked to get it.
“That’s really great, babe. I mean, it’s not my style, but if I were a chick, I would definitely dig getting my hair cut here.”
Harper beams with pride as she leads me through the salon, her hand still in mine. We step down a little hallway, and she steps inside a dark room, flipping on the light.
The room is painted a soft pink, white trim, and a chrome light fixture. She stands in the middle of the room and turns to me. “This will eventually be where the massage therapist will do massages. I have interviews starting next week. The table I got is so amazing. It feels like lying on a cloud.”
My dick perks up at the thought of her hands on me, but then I have to ask the question that’s been on my mind. “Why did you leave while we were sleeping? You didn’t say bye.” I cross my arms over my chest. I was surprised with how disappointed I was that she had left. It was even more surprising that Edge was pissed.
Harper’s cheeks turn a deep shade of red, and she looks down at her feet. I step toward her and grip her chin, tilting her face up. “Tell me why.”
“I-I just figured you’d want me gone. I didn’t want you to kick me out and make me feel bad, like I was a slut or something.” She says that last part softly.
I pull her into a hug, kissing the top of her head. Fuck, her hair smells like what I imagine sunshine smelling like—wait what? Tilting her head back, I lean down, kissing her lips.
She opens her mouth to me when I lick the seam of her lips. I moan as her tongue brushes mine. I wrap my arms around Harper as I deepen the kiss. I slide my hands down her back until I reach the hem of her dress.
Her skin is silky smooth as I slide my hands up under her dress. I reach a pair of silk panties. “Fuck,” I whisper against her lips. “This is not why I came over here, but I want you so bad right now.”
“I-I live upstairs. You can come up if you want,” she says quietly.
I kiss Harper. “Okay.” She grabs her bag and takes hold of my hand. “Come on.” We head out the back door, and she opens the other door, and I follow her up the stairs with her beautiful ass right in my face.