“Cool,” I breathed and meant it.
“You kids have a good time and when you’re done eating, bring your dates over for a round of drinks and pool on your old man, yeah?” Razor slapped the tabletop in front of us.
“Sure thing, Pops,” Kyson said, and Lincoln just lifted his chin in assent.
Once we were all seated, Kyson and Lincoln went right into ordering food as the waitress set down four cold beers.
“Your dad seems super nice,” Jasper noted.
Lincoln smiled. “He’s a good guy. Loves his boys, his wife, his brothers, beer and his food. Lives the life he wants to live and is happy doing it,” Lincoln shared.
I put my hand to Kyson’s thigh and gave it a squeeze.
“Do you uh, think maybe we could go to an event at the club house?” Jasper’s eyes widened, and he bounced a little in his chair.
Kyson and Lincoln both laughed.
“I want to come, too! Oh, and we can invite Suda Kaye and Camden. She’d love every second of it. Cam would go just to make his wife happy. Though I’m not sure Evie and Milo would enjoy a biker event, but we could see.” I was rambling and imagining hog roasts and cookouts and girls in skimpy attire hanging off wild biker dudes like arm candy.
On this Kyson and Lincoln burst into raucous laughter.
Kyson hooked me by the neck and brought me closer. “Baby, you can’t just go inviting yourself to a motorcycle club event. That shit is invite only.”
Both Jasper and I frowned.
“But I’m sure we could get Pops or Vince to let us bring the two of you to one of their family barbecues. Though at night, those turn rather obscene.”
“I can totally handle obscene,” I whispered. Jasper heard me and announced, “Me, too!” rather loudly.
The two men shook their heads, smiles on their handsome faces. “We’ll see. Depends on how date number six goes.” Kyson’s crystal-blue eyes heated, giving me a red-hot, smoldering look.
I licked my lips and imagined all the things I wanted to do with my hot motorcycle man in a much quieter, more private place.
“For the record, this is date number three. And you bet your life I’m counting.”
That had me giggling.
“Oh, he told you,” Jasper taunted then sipped his beer with a pinky finger out like a princess would.
“What are you counting?” Lincoln asked.
Jasper turned toward Lincoln and opened his mouth. I reached over and clamped my hand over his pretty face. “Don’t you dare.”
His brows pinched together, and I waited for a moment until he nodded. I let him go but shouldn’t have.
“Why in the world would you not want me to tell Linc about your six-dates-to-sex rule?” he blathered.
“I can’t believe you!” I swore, then grabbed my beer and sucked back half in one go.
“Six dates until sex?” Lincoln’s face contorted right back into his resting grumpy face. Then it was as if the lightbulb went on and he turned to Jasper. “You don’t have this stupid rule, do you?”
Jasper tipped his head back and laughed so hard I thought beer might come out his nose. “Hell, no!” He bit into his lip.
“That’s good because I sure as hell am not waiting six dates to have you. Brother, you’re a saint,” he said to Kyson.
Kyson chuckled and I blurted, “Hey!”
Lincoln continued, focused on me. “Izzy, you are damn lucky you are my brother’s dream woman because that kind of blue balls could kill a man!”
I scrunched up my face and was about to filet Lincoln with my sharp tongue when Kyson saved the day with his next words.
“You see this woman? Not only is she my dream woman, she can cook, she’s gorgeous, intelligent and the little I’ve had of her body is topping every fantasy I ever had. I’m happy to get to know all of her mind and soul before I get to know every inch of her body.”
I preened on a, “Thanks, baby,” then proceeded to give my guy my mouth. He took what was offered and kissed me harder and for a lot longer than I would have normally allowed at an establishment, but I didn’t care. We were in a gritty biker bar with tons of rough guys around who probably did a lot worse with their own women.
Besides, Kyson thought I was his dream woman. With every minute I spent in his presence, I was beginning to believe he very well could be my dream man, too.
Thirteen
“Date number four was amazing, Ky,” I breathed against his lips and then kissed him, sucking on his tongue then flicking the tip of his with my own.
We’d gone out to a movie and then had incredible Thai food at a little place out of the way. He’d taken the bike and by the time we got back to the bakery and made our way inside, I jumped him. My hormones were going wild. So much so, I pushed him up against the wall in the open main area before we ever reached the entryway they’d cut in the wall leading from our bakery into Suda Kaye’s boutique.
The kiss was so feral, Kyson lifted me up by my ass and walked me over to a folding chair that was sitting near a workbench and took a seat.
The moment I was in his lap, I rubbed my center for all I was worth against the rigid length behind his jeans. The friction was dizzying and exactly what I needed.
“Jesus, woman, you are something else,” he whispered against my neck while his fingers tunneled into the back of my hair and gripped tight at the roots. A prickle of pain zipped through my scalp and morphed into arousal when he slanted my head to the side and took my mouth in a deep kiss I quickly got lost in. His other hand ran up and down my bare thigh and underneath the flirty skirt I’d worn for our date. Once he gripped my ass, he lifted his hips and ground me down on his steely erection.
“Baby,” I gasped and arched my body, getting as close as possible. “Please,” I begged.
He grinned and sank his teeth into the space where my shoulder and neck met. His hand left my hair and trailed up my inner thigh, shooting streaks of pure fire along my nerve endings. I was sitting astride his lap, my entire focus on the hand creeping up my leg.
“Let’s see how much you want me,” he murmured against my skin then cupped my sex with his large hand. “Damn.” He rubbed along the outside of my panties as I thrust against the pressure. “Soaked.”
I jerked my hips, searching for something, anything, to give me more.
He didn’t disappoint, maneuvering his thumb against my clit, swirling the fabric and his thumb in a dizzying circle that was just what I needed to make me cry out.
I ran my hands from his shoulders down his muscular chest, going straight for his belt.