Cracker’s POV
“Can I buy you a drink?”
I glanced up at the biker standing next to me. He was impressive looking and, judging from his vest, also an MC. But I didn’t recognize the name. He was probably an enforcer like Steel, but not nearly as muscular, or as handsome, or as---
I mentally groaned.
“I really need to stop doing that,” I muttered to myself, shaking my head and turning back to the beer I’d been sipping. All the men I met, I compared to Steel. Their looks, their physique, the way they talked, the way they smelled…! Everything I would compare to the tall, imposing MC enforcer, who never said more than absolutely necessary...
“You can,” I replied, voice completely indifferent, as I stared down the bottle. “But don’t think it means you get into my pants later.”
“Wouldn’t drea
