Motorcycle Man
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“We’ve hit the hot guy motherlode,” I whispered reverently when they were about five feet from our table.
“Welcome to my nightmare,” Elvira muttered. “Though you got yourself a biker who fills his Levi’s so well he should be in Harley Davidson ads and has an off-the-charts ability to give pleasure so you can’t really understand my pain.”
I again ignored Elvira because the Hot Guy Crew hit our table and I was busy leaning forward and breathing in their general direction, “Hello boys.”
Two pairs of black eyes, one pair of brown and one pair of silver shifted to me. All the men grinned but only Hawk had dimples. Two of them.
They were hot.
My heart fluttered.
Hawk looked down at Gwen, claiming her by sliding an arm around her shoulders and I decided instantly they looked freaking great together. “See you had a good night,” he muttered.
“Tyra, this is Mitch,” Mara said and I tore my eyes off Hawk to see Mitch had done the claiming shoulder thing with his woman on her stool.
“Big Hearted Mitch,” I whispered.
“Sorry?” he asked.
“That’s your new title,” Mara answered, her head tipped back to look up at him and he dropped his chin to look down at her. “Big Hearted Mitch.”
I watched his full, beautiful lips twitch and I felt a different kind of flutter.
“And this is Brock,” Tess put in and my eyes went to him.
“Do I have a title?” Brock asked.
“Silver Hottie,” I answered and I heard girl giggles all around.
“What?” Brock asked, smiling, his deep voice amused.
“I just christened you that. Your eyes,” I answered and then his lips twitched which caused another flutter.
“Hector’s already known as Hispanic Hottie or Double H,” Sadie put in and I tore my eyes from Brock’s mouth and looked at Hector who was staring at me, his dark eyes dancing. “Meet my husband,” Sadie went on, “Hector Chavez.”
“If anyone tells you you need a haircut,” I advised, “tell them to jump in a lake.”
“Will do,” he muttered on his own lip twitch while sliding his arm around Sadie’s shoulders.
“I see Tack found it,” I heard Hawk say softly. I looked his and Gwen’s way to see they were looking at each other, Hawk bent slightly toward her so they were close.
“You don’t know the half of it,” Gwen said softly back, smiling, and I was about to ask what they were talking about but I didn’t get the chance when Hawk straightened and spoke.
“I’ll get the check.”
“Oh no!” I cried, opening my clutch, “Let me –”
“I’ll get it,” Brock interrupted me.
“We’ll split it,” Mitch put in.
“I got it,” Hawk replied.
“Four ways,” Hector’s deep voice rumbled.
“You got it last time,” Brock remarked.
“And I’ll get it again this time,” Hawk returned.
“Fuck, we’ll split it,” Mitch repeated but with an extra word.
“Oo lordy,” Elvira whispered. “Normal men fight over the check and it can get nasty. Badasses fighting over the check, I don’t see good things.”
“I already got it,” Sadie threw in at this juncture and four sets of male eyes turned to her and although she looked like a fairy princess and was married to a serious hot guy, I didn’t want to be her at that moment.
“Fuck me,” Hector sighed then asked weirdly, “Did you also buy the restaurant while you were at it?”
“No!” Sadie snapped.
“That’s a first,” Hector muttered.
“I’ve never bought a restaurant, Hector,” Sadie retorted.
“Way you spread your money around, mi amor, we won’t be able to put our kids through college,” Hector returned.
“I could buy three restaurants and still we’d be able to put our kids through college,” she shot back and I was surprised. First, because, obviously she was loaded. Second, because she’d seemed sweet and funny but not sassy. Clearly, she was sassy. It was way cute.
“Red,” I heard a gravelly voice say and my head whipped around to see Tack standing at the other end of the table. “Bike.”
Even though his presence ratcheted the hotness quotient surrounding our table up about seventeen notches, not to mention he was mine, I started glaring.
“Well hello to you too, handsome.”
“Bike,” he repeated.
“Would you like to say hi to everyone?” I suggested.
He cast his eyes around the table and grunted, “Yo.” Then he locked his eyes on me and reiterated, “Bike.”
Picking a girl at random, I chose Tess. “He’s not scary biker dude. He’s bossy biker dude.”
“Red,” Tack cut in and I looked back at him. “Bike.”
I kept glaring at him.
“Now I see the other half of it,” Hawk muttered at this point.
“Tyra,” Tack stated in a warning, growly voice.
“Oh, all right,” I snapped and hopped off my stool, catching Sadie’s eyes. “Sadie, thanks for the drinks. That was sweet. My turn next time.”
“Okay,” she replied.
“Like that’s gonna happen,” Hector muttered.
Sadie rolled her eyes.
I smiled at her and looked at Hawk.
“I didn’t get a chance to thank you for rescuing me.”
“Don’t mention it,” he replied.
“I already did,” I pointed out and got the dimples.
Wow.
“Then, you’re welcome,” he said.
I smiled at him then gave my good-byes and nice to meet you’s and made my way to Tack. The instant I got close, his hand closed around mine and he dragged me toward the door.
I turned back and waved at the crew.
The girls waved back.
The men watched with lips tipped up.
I memorized the view because, seriously, they were like out of a movie about cool, badass macho men and funny, sassy women that dressed kickass who all bantered and got kidnapped frequently.
Except better.
Chapter Twenty
Bright Orange
“What’s the hurry?” I asked, running through the parking lot to keep up.
“The hurry is, you told me about the dress and shoes, babe. But you did not let me in on the face and hair. So, now that I got a look at it all, especially that hair, I wanna get this talk about everything outta the way so I can f**k you ‘til you stop breathing.”