Chapter Four
Colonel sat at the bar, nursing a beer while she worked. He’d offered to take her home after work. Piper had tried to decline, but he wasn’t having any of it. Today, he hadn’t crossed the line. He hadn’t forced himself on her, and for that, she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face.
He was … nice.
Sure, a little blunt and she had no doubt he wanted to fuck her, but he hadn’t. He’d kept his distance and now, she couldn’t stop looking at him. What made him tick? Why did he want someone like her?
A couple of women had already approached him for a good time. Each one, he’d declined and sent them on their merry way.
She liked that.
Grabbing her tray, she made the rounds, picking up empty glasses to go clean. Colonel sat in the space opposite where she washed glasses. Eric liked to keep a nice clean ship, as he called it. With over fifteen glasses collected, she made her way to the sink and started to wash them.
“It’s a slow night,” Colonel said.
“It’s still early. Give it another hour. There will be more people arriving. It gets busy Friday and Saturday. Then it’s a madhouse and you can’t hear yourself think. It’s crazy.”
“For now, we’re all good?”
“Yep.” She offered him a smile.
“You don’t do that enough.”
“What?”
“Smile. You really should. You’ve got a pretty smile.”
“You’re only saying that because you want in my pants.”
“Not going to lie to you, I want in your pants, but I wouldn’t say shit for that. You know what I want and I’m going to get it. You’re just ignoring how good I can make you feel.”
She rolled her eyes. “You think I haven’t heard that before?”
“You’ve never been with me. I’m not only interested in what I can get out of it, but what I can make you feel. You don’t know what it’s like to have a man between your thighs. Sure, there’s straight old fucking, but I’m talking about my tongue on your pussy, licking your clit, bringing you to an orgasm only when you scream my name.”
She licked her dry lips. Was it hot in here?
“Besides, I will never try to manipulate you to get what I want. I can promise you that.” He winked at her again.
Again, she smiled. He’d been in her world for about twenty-four hours and he’d made her smile.
True to her word, an hour later, more of his MC club arrived, as well as her mother and sister, both of them hanging off men of the MC. She tried to ignore them and not get drawn into their banter. When her sister climbed onto a table and started to undress, she knew Eric was going to be pissed.
“Deal with her,” he said.
Putting the cloth down, she made her way toward the table. The bikers made a wide berth for her.
“Candy, come down.”
“It’s my uptight sister, everyone! She doesn’t know how to part-ay!”
She grabbed her sister’s hand. “Come on, you’re going to lose me my job if you don’t stop.”
“I don’t care. Who needs a job when you can have a biker fucking you? They’re so good.”
Hands landed on her shoulder and she turned to see Colonel behind her. “What’s up?”
“Eric’s going to pitch a fit. He wants her down before she gets naked.”
His gaze went over her shoulder and she turned to see a large man she recalled from the diner.
“Get her out of here, Bad, or else.”
Colonel pulled her away from the scene. Much to her amazement, the bikers got Candy down and out of the bar without a fight. A couple of the men who’d been enjoying the show grumbled, but no one started to brawl.
“Thank you,” she said.
“You’re welcome.”
“They all listen to you. Why do they do that?”
“I’m the boss. They’ll do as they’re told. Simple as that.”
“Oh,” she said. “I didn’t even think of it like that.” She smiled up at him. “Thank you.” Then, unable to help herself, she kissed his cheek. “I better get back to work.” She rushed behind the bar and finished washing up some glasses.
Customers left well before closing time, and Eric, not wanting to stay open, saw her off too. She walked out with Colonel, heading toward his bike. After climbing on this time, she held on tight not wanting to let go. He pulled away from the bar and headed toward her trailer. Neither of them spoke as he arrived and she saw the lights were on, hard music coming from the trailer. Her sister, mother, both or one of them was entertaining. The prospect of going in there wasn’t high on her list.
“I’ve got a room at a motel,” he said.
“No thanks.”
“I’m not going to take advantage of you. I’m offering you comfort, nothing more.”
She was tempted, so damn tempted. “You’re sure?”