Page 58 of Shadow's Surrender
Chapter Thirteen
“Don’t you smellgood?” Helm said when Shadow passed by. “Whatcha got going?”
“Like it’s any of your fuckin’ business,” Shadow answered as he crossed over to the bar.
“Definitely aiming for citizen pussy,” Blade said.
“No way would you give a shit how you smelled with the club girls,” Buffalo added before he downed a shot of Jack.
“There’s a reason you got your road name, dude. Just rememberthat.” Shadow took a deep drink of beer.
Rags, Helm, and Blade guffawed.
“He got you bad, bro,” Rags said, pointing at Buffalo, who perched on the stool glaring.
“I know I don’t wanna smell like shit for any chick—even the club girls,” Blade said as he leaned against the bar.
“Thanks, dude. I feel so much better now that I fuckin’ know that.” Buffalo slapped his hand on the counter and the prospect delivered another shot to him.
Helm and Rags busted out laughing and Shadow joined in with them. Glancing at the clock on the back wall, he guzzled the rest of his beer and took the keys out of the pocket of his black jeans.
“I’m outta here.” Shadow jerked his chin at his friends as he ambled away. Before he could open the door, Smokey burst through it, smudges of dirt and grease on his face and hands.
“What happened to you?” Shadow asked.
“My Harley crapped out on me. I tried fixing it but couldn’t get it to start, so I called Hawk, and it’s at his shop now. I need to think about getting a new one—I think my baby’s on her last lap.”
“That sucks, but you had a lot of good rides on that one,” Shadow replied.
“Yeah.” Smokey’s gaze skimmed over him and his nostrils twitched. “Why the fuck do you smell like you’re planning on getting laid?”
Shadow heard laughter behind him and his muscles tensed. “Why the fuck are you all sniffing me? Don’t you have any other shit to do to amuse you?” He pointed at the club women, who sat on the couch watching them in amusement. “They’re the ones you should be smelling.”
The men laughed harder and the club girls chuckled along with them.
“You’re going out with that Mansfield chick, aren’t you?” Smokey’s brows knitted. “I told you to stay away from her until we’re done with the damn job. Wet your dick with the club women.”
“Take your own advice—you seem to need a good fuck right now.” Shadow pushed past Smokey and stalked to his motorcycle.
When he arrived at Scarlett’s house, she was standing outside the large wrought iron gates, looking sexy as hell in skinny jeans and snug crop top. She waved at him and the sliver of silky, smooth skin her top revealed teased him as she hurried toward the curb, her luscious hips swaying.
“Hi,” she said, a smile inching across her lips. Her green eyes danced as they took him in so damn seductively. Scarlett reached out and stroked his jaw. “I like the scruff.”
The way her fingertips slid over his face made his cock jolt. All she had to do was touch him and his body was on fire.
Every damn time.
“Get over here,” he said, his voice low.
Scarlett looked over her shoulder then took a couple of steps toward him and started to climb on the back of the bike, but he grabbed hold of her wrist and yanked her to him.
Her eyes twinkled and those sexy fingers tunneled a path into his hair. “Your hair’s messy from the ride,” she said. “We better get going.”
He pulled her in for a smoldering kiss. “You’re killing me, baby,” he rasped.
Pushing away, she glanced back at the gates and gripped his shoulder. “We need to leave.”
Shadow glanced down and saw red-painted toes peeping out from her high-heeled sandals and groaned. The scent of spiced vanilla curled around him, and the way she tucked herself against him with those sensuous hands dipping dangerously close to his dick had him shifting uncomfortably before starting the engine.
