“What do you get?”
“I saw the way some of the other single women at the bar were looking at you. The way they were dressed. Sex with them would be far more enjoyable.” She licked her lips as Smokey grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him.
“I’m sensing this asshole of an ex did a number on you,” Smokey said.
“What makes you think that?”
“It’s a hunch. I’ve never met a woman who would so willingly put herself down.”
“You’ve got that all wrong, biker boy. I’m not putting myself down. I’m a realist, and it’s what we do. I’m not the kind of person men think of having sex with. Not the dirty kind anyway.” She shrugged. “It’s a fact.”
“Really?”
“Really.” She offered him a smile. “I’m not offended.” She began to walk again.
“Then please tell me, Ava, why it is that my dick has been hard as fucking rock since I saw you at the bar? And I’ve wanted you from that moment.”
She stopped and turned toward him, shocked. There was no way she’d heard that.
****
Hunter had wanted fresh meat. It was the only reason Smokey had decided to go to Ryan’s Place. There was plenty of free, willing pussy of all ages back at the clubhouse. He hadn’t been out for a short time, and with Ugly Beast spending more time at home with Abriana and the baby, and the shit that went down with the mafia, he was bored.
He needed something to excite him.
No new deals had come through for him. He’d only gotten a single phone call from Sebastian Drago about a possible meetup with the head of the mafia, but he’d so far declined.
His club didn’t need the money, nor the heat. They made their money in several different ways.
The moment he’d entered the bar, he’d checked out the blonde sitting on her own. Her hair was fucking wild with so much curl to it. Instantly, he’d wanted the locks spread across his pillow. Once he sat beside her and caught sight of her pretty face, he’d wanted to fuck her.
Every single part of her body called to him. Fat, juicy tits, hips he could hold on to, and those thighs. He wanted them wrapped around his waist as he pounded her cunt.
In fact, he wanted it all.
Rather than say that, he’d gotten talking. Now, he’d never been a jealous man, but whatever her ex-husband had done to her, Smokey wanted retribution. This woman had no reason to be saying the shit she was.
“Is this supposed to get me into bed?” she asked.
“I’m not trying to get you into bed.” He closed the distance between them. Ava stood firm, not shrinking back, and he found that incredibly hot. Grasping her hand, he tugged hard until she fell into him. He placed her hand right over his dick.
“We’re out in the open.”
“Do I look like I give a fuck what people think?” he asked. With her hand directly over his cock, he smiled. “Now, do you question what I want?” he asked.
She licked her lips, and he couldn’t help but groan.
“That mouth would look good wrapped around my dick.”
“You’re saying this stuff to distract me.”
“No. I’m saying what I think. It’s a habit.” He reached out, cupped her cheek, and ran his thumb across her bottom lip. “You really have no clue the kind of things I want to do with you.”
“This is crazy. You don’t know me.”
“Don’t need to know a person to want them, Ava.” He tilted her head back. “I’m guessing your ex-husband didn’t teach you that.”
Instantly, she shut down. She removed her hand and stepped back. “I need to get home.”
“Do you love your ex?” he asked.
She stopped and turned toward him. “No. I don’t.”
“Did you ever?”
“What is with the twenty questions?” she asked. “I don’t know. You shouldn’t be putting my hand on a body part, or asking so many personal questions. It’s rude.”
“It’s how I get to know a person.”
“Then you really do need help. I’m not the one to help you.”
She started to walk again, and for a few seconds, he admired her round ass. After a few seconds, he fell into step beside her.
“You don’t need to do this.”
“I think it’s time we establish something here, babe. I do whatever the hell I like when I like. No one tells me what to do.”
“Must be nice to have that kind of power.”
He smiled. “Anyone can have it.”
She folded her arms and didn’t ask him any question. The minutes ticked on by and all he got was more and more curious about her.
The divorce. The asshole ex-husband.
“What’s your full name?” he asked.
“Not happening. You think I haven’t seen those horror movies where the girl gives away all the dirty details?” She shook her head. “Not happening. I’m not that stupid.”
He laughed. “I didn’t say you were.”
“You’ve got my first name. That’s more than enough.”
“I’m going to go out on a limb here and say you’re not used to being hit on.” He watched her reaction. She merely stayed looking straight ahead. “With the imprint of the ring, you’ve been married for some time. You’re a sweet-looking kind of woman. I’m guessing your first real relationship ended in marriage.”
This made her stop. “What’s your point?”
“You didn’t get used to men flirting with you. You don’t think you’ve got it in you for men to want to flirt with you.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No? Then how many men have you fucked?”
She burst out laughing. “You really think I’m going to tell an absolute stranger?”
“I know people. I’ve gotten to where I am today by knowing what people are thinking. What’s going on in their head at every single moment. I know you, Ava.”
“No, Smokey. You don’t know me at all. I just want to walk home in peace and quiet, and you’re not giving me that.”
“How old are you?” he asked.
“A woman never tells.”
“I’m guessing late twenties.”
“You’re close.”
“Thirty.”
She nodded.
“So, you’re a thirty-year-old woman. Moved to a small town. Recently divorced because you caught your ex cheating on you. You don’t have much experience with men, and you’re nervous around them.”
She began laughing again. “I’m not nervous around you.”
“Exactly.”
This made her stop and frown. “You’re not making any sense. You know that, right?”
“A woman who knows men would know to steer well clear of me. Instead, you talked to me at the bar as if it’s a regular thing between the two of us.”
Ava stared at him. Her face a complete blank.
He couldn’t read her, and he wanted to know what was going on in that head of hers.
“If this is your way of trying to warn me away from you, you’re doing a really bad job of it,” she said.