“They sound so good. I’ll be back later this afternoon for those meatballs. Your food is to die for.” Cora looked in heaven.
Teri chuckled. “I’ll promise to make them extra special for you. Now, what can I get you?”
“What’s good?”
“My French toast with bacon and fruit butters are amazing,” Teri said without looking ashamed to be complimenting her own food.
“I’ll have that. I’m ravenous.”
Teri disappeared, and James couldn’t help but listen in as Stacey and Cora talked. He wanted to know everything about her.
“Two meals out, that’s not like you at all. I’m always trying to get you to eat out with me. What about the size of your ass? You always complain about the calories and how you’ll have to run,” Stacey said.
“My ass is fine, thank you very much. Everywhere you want to eat is boring. I told you, if I’m going to eat out then I’m going to eat good food. You know I run because I enjoy it,” Cora said, sticking her tongue out at her friend. “So, how was your night?”
“Awesome, these two men reminded me that I am in fact a woman.” Stacey rubbed Leo’s and Paul’s arms.
“Do you want a try?” Leo asked, looking toward Cora.
“No thanks, boys. I can find my own way of making sure I’m a woman.” She gave Leo a wink, before leaving the table to grab her own coffee.
Teri had wanted the diner to be more informal than many of the diners out there, so she set up facilities for people to make their own coffee.
James didn’t care about the running of the place. He only cared about the profit he’d make. The diner, Teri’s place, made a killing. Teri was a fucking genius in the kitchen. She could take five ingredients and make a mouthwatering meal.
Cora came back to the table with her coffee in her hand.
“I’ll go for a run in a couple of hours. I’ve not got anything else to do today,” Cora said.
“Why don’t you take Leo and Paul up on their offer?” Stacey asked. “I tested them out for you.”
James rolled his eyes, expecting Cora to cave. She didn’t.
“No, they’re not my scene at all. I told you, Stace, stop trying to set me up with your kind of men. I’m not interested. I can find my own man to fuck.” Cora poured some sugar into her coffee, giving it a stir. She looked up, and James caught her gaze. Her smile took his breath away, as it brightened her whole face.
James wanted her underneath him, and he didn’t care what it took. He was going to have her pussy.
“I know that face,” Pixie said, bringing his attention back to his own table.
“What?” James asked.
“You’re planning something.”
“The woman you brought to the back room last night,” James asked, turning back to find Cora laughing at something Stacey said.
She was such a charming woman. He couldn’t look away.
“I want her. I’m going to have her.” He staked his claim without caring that his brothers would rib him. Cora was going to be underneath him. The only problem he saw, was she didn’t bloody know it yet.
He was going to own every inch of her glorious body, have her begging him for more. James easily could make every single one of her fantasies come true.
Once he did, she’d come back begging him for more.
Throughout the breakfast, he ignored but didn’t ignore her. James listened to her talk with Stacey and coo over Teri’s food, before she got up to leave. He didn’t stay behind. Throwing bills down onto the counter, he said his goodbyes. His brothers knew not to mention where he was going in front of delicate ears. James didn’t know what Stacey was about, and he didn’t care. Providing she didn’t hurt the club in any way, he didn’t give a shit. If she wanted to fuck his brothers, he was more than happy to let her keep fucking his brothers. The moment she started fights, caused trouble, pitted one brother against the other, he’d have a problem, and find a way to hurt her. He cared a great deal about his club, and no woman was going to tear them apart, no matter how good her pussy was.
Climbing onto his bike, James followed Cora toward her house. She lived in a small neighborhood where kids still played outside rather than on the latest games. The whole street had a Stepford wife feel to it, but completely modern. Some of the women who came out of the houses were herding their kids out to play, arguing, and cussing.
James spent an hour sitting there, watching her house. He was good at getting what he wanted as he spent most of his time stalking his prey. Cora was his prey, and he’d sit out in front of her house all day if he had to.