CHAPTER TWO
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Orion
Doc’s baby sister was a fuckin’ knockout in person. This could be a problem. Jesus Christ, her petite, curvy body could bring me to my knees and I’d happily genuflect for as long as she wanted me to.
When she and her friend walked in, I recognized her immediately, and knew she might be in trouble when Stimpy approached her. What came out of my mouth after that, was done while I was obviously in some kind of fugue state, because I’d never declared anyone as belonging to me, and certainly not in a place as public as Smileys.
Goddammit, that was not my smartest moment.
Because now she was marked as mine.
And I liked it.
* * *
Raquel
By the third shot of Patrón, I was feeling pretty loose. I blamed Orion and the way he made me feel. Safe. Relaxed. Accepted. I also blamed Sierra. She kept handing me shot glasses with the liquid deliciousness that I’d never been able to resist.
When she tried to hand me the fourth, I shook my head. “If I have another one, I’m gonna go home with someone.”
“I’m good with that,” Orion said. “If it’s me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Keep dreaming, big man.”
He chuckled as he stood, then leaned down, whispering in my ear, “Baby, I’m your dream come true and you’ll figure that out sooner than later.”
I couldn’t stop a shiver as I shook my head and laughed. God, I was hungry. I hadn’t had s*x in two years, and I was just tipsy enough to want Orion to whet that appetite. Or oil the creaks. Or get me wet and oily.
Oh, who was I kidding? I’d let that man oil me up even if I was sober.
I watched him walk up to the bar, his ass looking unbelievable in his Levis, and I imagined him taking me from behind. He returned with a beer, a grin from ear-to-ear, and leaned down again to whisper in my ear. “You keep lookin’ at me like that, I’m gonna take you somewhere private.”
I licked my lips. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
His eyes widened slightly, studying me for a few seconds before sitting down again.
“Why are you called Orion?” I asked.
He smiled. “Mom. She figured since our last name was Graves, she wanted me to remember to look at the stars, so she’d always call me Orion, instead of Adam.”
“Adam Graves,” I said. “That’s a good, strong name.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess so. No one ever calls me by it, but I guess it’s a good one.”
“I like it.” I smiled. “Do you have siblings?”
“Drake and Violet. Both younger, both a pain in the ass most of the time.” He c****d his head. “Done with the twenty questions?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
He grinned. “Give me your phone.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Just give it to me.” I handed him my phone and he typed something into it, then handed it back. “You’ve got my info now. Use it.”
“For what?”
“Anything you want.”
I pivoted to face him. “Anything?”
“Yeah, baby, anything.”
I bit my lip and smiled. “You might regret saying that.”
“Pretty sure I won’t,” he said, taking a swig of his beer.
“I’m gonna need you to stock up on condoms.”
He spit his beer out and I laughed.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed as his biker buds turned to look at him.
“You okay?” Sundance asked him.
“Yeah, I’m good, Pops,” he said, staring at me.
I grinned and took a sip of water, watching his eyes blaze with desire.
Yes, this man was going to WD-40 the s**t out of my body.
* * *
Raquel
Two days later…
I arrived home from class to find Orion leaning up against his bike, checking his phone, and I couldn’t help my stomach from fluttering as I parked my car.
I climbed out and walked toward him. “Are you stalking me again?”
“Depends.” He grinned, slipping his phone into his pocket. “Do you like surprise visits or should I expect a cop to arrive and escort me off the premises?”
“How did you know where I live?”
“Sierra slipped me your address before you left the bar the other night. She said something about you needin’ your world rocked.”
I rolled my eyes. “That woman needs to be leashed.”
“I know a few guys who could do that for you.”
I couldn’t stop a laugh. “I may get their numbers from you later. What are you doing here?”
“It’s a nice day. Was gonna see if you wanted to go for a ride.”
“It’s been ages since I’ve been on a bike,” I breathed out.
“It’s long overdue then.”
“Let me grab a jacket.”
“Sounds good.”
I rushed inside the townhouse, dropped my bag on the floor, and rummaged through my closet for my old leather jacket. It was buried in the back, so I had to wrestle it out from under other coats on the floor.
Sierra was at work, so I sent her a quick text, then headed back to Orion and his gorgeous Harley-Davidson Fatboy. After shoving my purse into one of his saddlebags, he handed me a helmet, and threw his leg over the seat. I climbed on behind him and we took off for the open road.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and took a deep breath, the thrill of being on the back of a bike surging through me as Orion expertly drove the back streets, then opened it up when we hit the freeway.
Lordy, I’d missed this.
We drove for a good twenty minutes before he pulled off and I knew exactly where we were headed.
“Oh my god, are we going to Billy’s?” I yelled over the pipes.
“You good with that?” he called back.
“Hell, yeah!”
Billy’s Old Style BBQ was the best place in town. It was a little out of the way and somewhat secluded, but anyone who knew anything about good food, knew about Billy’s. I gave Orion a squeeze and he rubbed my arm quickly before continuing down the road. We pulled up to the old building ten minutes later, and I virtually jumped off the bike, suddenly starving.
Orion chuckled as he helped me with my helmet. “Eager, huh?”
“The second you said Billy’s, my stomach was ready,” I admitted. “I miss good BBQ.”
“Well, that’s high praise,” he said. “I’ve lived here my whole life, so I’ve never known anything different.”
“Trust me. Billy’s a genius.”
He grinned, pulling my purse from the saddlebag and handing it to me before taking my hand and leading me through the front doors of the restaurant.
The tall, blonde, thin, and model-esque hostess approached with a huge grin. “Hey, Orion.”
“Hey, Whit,” he said.
“Table for two?” she asked, raking her pornographic eyes over his body, never once looking at me.
“Yeah, that’d be good,” he said.
“Friend of yours?” I asked, removing my hand from his as we navigated the narrow spaces between tables.
He didn’t answer, shocker, as Whit sat us at a booth in the corner.
Handing us menus, she smiled at Orion, leaning down, obviously so he could get a glimpse of her teeny tiny cleavage. “Your server will be here shortly, but if you need anything, honey, let me know.”
I mouthed, “Honey?” for his eyes only and Orion raised an eyebrow.
“Thanks, Whit,” he said, and the slut walked away.
Why did guys always go for the rail thin blondes? And why the hell did I care? That was the bigger question, really. I was short and curvy, but I was in shape. I mean, round was a shape, technically.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Golden,” I said, perusing my menu, even though I knew exactly what I wanted.
“You’re not jealous, are you?”
I glanced at him. “Of whom?”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “No one.”
I lowered my menu with a sigh. “Sorry. I’m not jealous in the sense that she was coming onto you so hard, I’m sure she’d drop to her knees and suck you off in the middle of this restaurant if you asked her to. It’s more of a… I don’t know… her being tall and blonde with a thigh gap to die for, the opposite of me, and sometimes girls just want what they can’t have.”
“You want to be tall and blonde?”
“And skinny,” I said.
He smiled. “Well, that’s dumb.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah. You’re a hundred times prettier than Whitney. She needs to eat a fuckin’ sandwich, or twelve.”
Oh my god, my stomach just dropped into my v****a. “Well, I don’t know if that’s necessarily true, but it’s sweet of you to say.”
“You don’t believe a word I’m sayin’, do you?”
I smiled. “I don’t know you. So, no.”
He laughed. “Okay, Razzle, I’m gonna change that.”
“Razzle?”
“You get a little razzled when you’re trying not to show me your emotions.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I do not.”
He hummed, focusing back on his menu. “Okay, Razzle, you don’t.”
“Did you stock up?” I asked, pretending to look at my food options. His quiet hiss indicated he knew exactly what I was asking, and I grinned as I met his eyes. “Well? Did you?”
“You serious about that?”
“As a heart attack,” I said. “No strings, though. I’m not looking for a commitment.”
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed.
“You got a problem with that?”
“No.”
“Good.” I closed my menu and leaned across the table. “How’s that for razzled?”
He dropped his head back and laughed.
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