Page 107 of Smokey's Distraction
A smile formed on his lips. “I like you.”
“You know what I mean,” she said, playfully slapping his chest.
“I know you’re beautiful, sexy, sassy, and irresistible.”
She batted her dark lashes at him. “Am I?”
Grinning, he tugged her to him. “You know you are.” His lips skimmed against hers as he spoke. “Now, get your sweet ass in the car.”
Giggling, she walked over to the passenger side and slid onto the seat as he settled behind the wheel, starting the engine.
Glancing at the clock on the dashboard, Smokey saw that he had three hours before he was expected at the club. That would be enough time to shop, prepare a killer meal, and get it on with Ashley one more time before he had to leave.
Turning left at the stop sign, he headed toward the market.
* * *
The dry grasscrunched under Smokey’s boots as he walked around to the back porch of the club. Leaning against the wall, Tank looked up from his phone, lifting his chin.
“Hey,” Smokey said as came up beside him. “Are you ready to teach those fuckers a lesson?
“Hell yeah.” Removing two joints from his pocket, Tank handed one over to Smokey. “I heard you brought a chick to Willy’s yesterday.”
Putting the spliff between his lips, he lit it up and inhaled deeply. He kept the heady smoke in his lungs for a few seconds as he gazed out at the forest, and then exhaled.
“Yeah. So?”
Shrugging, Tank took a long hit from his joint. “You never came back the other night, so I ate your burger. It was fuckin’ good.”
Smokey nodded and took another hit.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Klutch asked as he came out through the screen door.
“Probably with the chick he brought to Willy’s,” Tank answered.
“Yeah, I heard she was a real looker. I bet it’s the one from Twisted Spoke the other night.” Klutch looked at Smokey. “I saw you head out with her. She’s the one Cruiser and Eagle were hot for. You know, the black-haired chick with the sweet ass?”
In one fluid movement, he pitched the rest of his joint at the dirt near Klutch’s feet before slamming his fist into his face. Klutch stumbled back, his hands flying to his face.
“You fucking asshole!”
“I told you before to stay the fuck outta my business.”
Klutch rushed toward him, fists raised high. “You wanna fight? Let’s go.” He swung at Smokey, and the two men proceeded to trade blows.
“What the fuck are you two sonsofbitches doing?” Hawk yelled.
He pulled Smokey back, while Throttle grabbed hold of Klutch. And Tank? He lit up another joint.
Hawk pushed Smokey back so hard, he almost lost his footing and ended up on his ass. With the back of his hand, he swiped the blood at the corner of his mouth while glaring at Klutch.
“Save this bullshit for later. You’ve got club business to handle tonight. I should beat both your asses good,” Hawk growled.
“What the fuck’s going on between you guys?” Throttle asked.
“This fuckin’ asshole”—Klutch pointed at Smokey—“needs to stop thinking with his damn cock.”
“And this motherfucker needs to stay outta my business,” Smokey gritted out.
