A laugh explodes from my lips. “You try telling Daniel Fairmont III no and see how far it gets you.”
Abbie winces because she knows. Her family isn’t quite as traditional as mine. Their money goes back a generation, while ours goes back several. My great-great-grandfather basically founded the town. The pressure of my family name is enough to make me want to move away and start over, but it’s easier said than done.
“So, what are you going to do?” Abbie’s words trigger within me my mission, the reason we ended up in this roadside attraction of a biker bar in the first place.
I glance over my shoulder, again locking eyes with my big, sexy pool player. A pang of excitement shoots through me. “I’m going to sleep with that guy right there.”
“Who? That guy? No.” Abbie slaps my arm. “No, no, no. You don’t know where he’s been. He could be rough; he could be angry, he could be…dangerous.”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, secretly hoping that he’s all of the above.
Chapter Two
Jase
I can’t tearmy eyes away from the sexy little minx who seems to have stumbled into the wrong bar. I’ve never seen curves like that on a woman before, and it’s seriously affecting my game. I’ve been rock-hard from the second she walked in. Usually, I’m able to ignore women, they’re nothing but trouble, but this little vixen’s got me tied up in knots. She may have walked into this bar with her friend, but she’ll be leaving with me.
I call the far-right pocket and knock the eight ball in, ending the game. The guy I’m playing with pays up, and I tuck the bills into my front pocket. “Pleasure playing with you, Gunnar.”
Gunnar shakes his head, a disgusted look on his face. He works for me down at my bike shop. I’d feel bad taking his money, but he knows better and still insists on betting. “Prick,” he mutters, then heads to the bar to buy the next round. I can’t help but smile. I’ll give him his money back, but not yet. I want to play this out.
I turn over my shoulder, checking in on my woman in the booth, and am surprised to see her standing at the end of the pool table. She pulls the eight ball from the pocket, rolling around on the felt between her perfectly painted fingernails.
Around the bar, some of the other guys are also eying her. I puff up my chest as an animal instinct washes over me. I have the incredible urge to throw her over my shoulder and claim her in front of everyone, caveman style—she’s mine!But instead, I walk in her direction and set down my pool cue in front of her.
“You play?” I ask.
“Play what?” Well, well, well—aren’t we flirty?
“Pool, honey.”
“No.” Her aqua eyes sparkle against the wall of beer lights. “But I’m a fast learner.” She runs her bubble gum tongue across her sticky, pink lips. “I’m Winnie Fairmont.”
You’ve got to be kidding me. Fairmont? Her father owns half the town, at least.
“Jase Sager,” I say, taking her hand in mine. Electricity jolts up my arm and doesn’t stop until it’s pressing hard up against my zipper. Damn, this woman is something. “I hate to break it to you, but I’m done playing for the night.”
“That’s a crying shame,” she says, twisting her hips from side to side. I thought for sure I’d have to warm her up a little to get her to go home with me, but she’s making this much easier than I thought.
“Done playing pool, I mean.” I lean down a little closer. “I’m open to other types of games.” Not only is this woman thick and curvy, but she’s just the right size. I tend to overpower the petite ones; forget it if they’re too skinny. I don’t want to have to worry about breaking them, but not Winnie. Physically, she’s the kind of woman I can rough up a little and have some fun with. A shudder runs through me just thinking about this gorgeous goddess spread out wide before me on my bed.
“What other kinds of games do you like?” She asks, taking a step closer. The scent of lavender fills the space between us. I want this woman so bad that I’m close to losing my cool—something that never happens to me. I pride myself on my ability to stay calm in any situation. Overreacting and emotional impulses won’t get you anywhere; I prefer thinking with my head over my heart.
I take the bait and brush a strand of white-blonde hair away from her shoulder. A tiny gasp escapes her lips, causing me to smile. I press my lips close to her ear and whisper. “I think you know the kind of games I have in mind, princess.”
She pulls back and meets my eye. “Why do you keep calling me that?”
“Because that’s who you are.”
“You don’t know that.”
I look down at her designer bag, jacket, and shoes. I’m a t-shirt and leather jacket with jeans man myself, but I can spot expensive clothing from a mile away. “You aren’t just a run-of-the-mill type of girl.” I narrow my eyes at her, enjoying her sudden sense of mild discomfort. “I know who your daddy is, honey.”
Her eyes remain locked on mine as if challenging me to take it back. I refuse to do that. I call it like I see it. “I don’t care either way, beautiful. I love me a soft little princess.” I grab her around the waist and pull her toward me. Her eyes widen when she feels how hard I am for her. I have no shame. “And apparently, you like a rough man.”
She audibly gulps, and I almost laugh. I’ve got her where I want her. Oh, this is going to be a fun night.
“You ready to get out of here?” I ask. She nods but doesn’t utter a word. “You ever been on a bike before?” She shakes her head. I guess I scared the speech right out of her. It’s a cute act, and I promise to give it to her good, but I’ll be gentle too. A woman like her isn’t used to what a man like me can provide.