Page 59 of Shadow's Surrender
By the time they arrived at Steelers, Shadow wanted to drag her off behind the bushes like some damn caveman. Looking at Scarlett, feeling her against him, and just being with her made him burn. Ignoring his aching dick, he helped her off the bike and led her inside.
Steelers was a restaurant and a bar frequented by bikers and citizens alike. It was known for its hot-and-spicy wings, colossal nachos, and low-priced drinks. It was also an Insurgents’ favorite for family nights, which usually happened twice a month.
“Hi, Shadow.” The hostess smiled, then looked Scarlett up and down before reverting her gaze back to him. “Booth or table?”
“Booth’s good.” He clasped Scarlett’s hand and followed the hostess.
“I guess you do come here a lot,” Scarlett said as she watched the young woman walk away.
Shadow leaned back against the dark green cushion. “The Insurgents have family nights here every month.”
“What does that mean—family nights?”
“Brothers and their old ladies, but single guys go too. Sometimes the members bring their kids, but mostly it’s for the adults. We normally have family cookouts at the club or at a park where we include the kids.”
Scarlett settled back in the booth and smiled at him. “That sounds real nice.”
“It is. I don’t always go, but when I do, it’s cool. I come here a lot with my buddies for lunch or a quick bite to eat. Next time I’ll take you to Burgers & Beer Joint—great selection of brewed beers and killer burgers.”
“I love that place! And you’re so right about the hamburgers—the best in town. I don’t really like beer, so I’ll have to take your word on that.”
“The club owns the place. They also own Big Rocky’s Barbecue.”
Her mouth dropped just a little and he wanted to lean over and slip his tongue inside.
“I didn’t know that. I guess I just figured your club owned the stereotypical strip bar—not restaurants.”
“We do own a strip bar—Dream House.” He winked at her. “But we got some other businesses too. We’re trying to build another strip mall that’ll have businesses and apartments above.”
“That sounds exciting. Where’s it going to be?”
Shadow nodded at the waitress, who put down a shot of whiskey and a bottle of beer in front of him and a mango margarita in front of Scarlett. He took a sip of whiskey. “West Pinewood near Jackson Boulevard. We bought the land from your dad.”
She lifted the glass to her mouth and with the tip of her tongue licked some of the sugar from the rim. Scarlett looked at him over her margarita.
“I didn’t know that. I wonder if that’s how he met Smokey.” She took a sip then ran that damn tempting tongue over her lips.
Shadow leaned over and took the glass from her hands. A startled look crossed her face and she glanced at the drink.
“Is there something wrong with it?” Panic deepened the soft lines in her forehead. “Did you see a bug? Oh yuck … gross.”
“There’s no bug.” He chuckled.
“What then?”
He slid his hand into her hair, the blonde strands tangled around his fingers as he cupped the back of her head and tugged her closer.
“This,” he said in a low voice.
Then he took hungry possession of her mouth, devouring it with deep, sweeping strokes of his tongue. She tasted like tequila and sweet fruit, and he couldn’t get enough of her. A low moan came through her lips and he swallowed it, loving the noises she made when he kissed her.
The waitress cleared her throat, and Scarlett pulled away and sank back into the booth’s cushion. Shadow winked at her, then looked up at the server.
The young woman smiled weakly. “Sorry to interrupt, but I got your nachos.” She put a heaping mound of tortilla chips and all the fixings in the middle of the table and then gave each of them a small plate. “Enjoy,” she said before scurrying away.
Scarlett’s eyes widened. “You weren’t exaggerating when you said they’re big.” She picked up her fork and pushed her dish toward the appetizer. “I’m going for it.”
Shadow laughed and scooped up a decent portion and put it on his plate. “Good, huh?” he asked as he watched her eat.
