Page 35 of The Devil's Revelation
Hmm, not exactly what I expected. I type a quick response.
Me: I did. Thanks for a fun night.
There, simple and easy. The sound of a phone beeping behind me catches my attention and I turn my head slightly, cursing silently when I see Torque standing there with a couple of his MC friends. Shit. I quickly look forward, hoping he hasn’t noticed me.
I finally get my ice cream and try to sneak out the door to head back home, when a voice calls out, “Izzy!” Damn it all to hell. I stop and turn, putting on a polite smile and see all three men standing there smiling at me. Torque’s smile is easy going, but I see the heat in his eyes when they connect with mine. The two men with him aren’t ones I recognize from the bar last night, but their cuts declare them as Sniper and Hammer. “Trying to sneak out?” Torque asks casually.
I arch a brow. “Sneaking would imply I was trying to get away from you. I didn’t know you were here, so I’d say that doesn’t apply,” I lie smoothly.
Torque’s lips pull back into a smirk, like he wants to call me on it but won’t. Not yet, anyway. He looks at the two men with him. “Get my order and I’ll meet you outside.”
“Sure,” the guy named Hammer says. He looks like an edgy Santa Claus or a ZZ Top member. He has the long white beard, the fuller gut that sticks out a bit over his jeans, but the kind eyes and smile of a man that also gives you the jolly vibe. Not exactly what I would consider when thinking of a biker, but on him it works.
The other guy, Sniper, well, he’s nowhere near jolly. He might be smiling, but he has the look of a man that you do not want to piss off. A shame because he’s hot, and if I was a bit older, I would definitely be giving him more than a second look. He gives me a polite nod. “Just holler if he gives you any trouble. We’ll straighten him out.”
I chuckle, unable to help myself. “Will do,” I agree, walking outside, knowing Torque is following me. Now I need to figure out how to get out of this. I’ve made the decision that Torque is a distraction I can’t afford right now, no matter how hot he is, and how much my body wants him.
When we’re outside, I turn to face Torque, eyeing him for a moment before I start to eat my ice cream. I didn’t spend the money for it to melt before I could enjoy it.
Torque leans against the brick wall on the edge of the large window, arms crossed against his chest. “Were you trying to get out without me noticing you?” he asks me.
I arch a brow. “Awfully full of yourself. I told you I didn’t notice you.”
“And we both know that’s bullshit,” he returns easily. “But I’ll let it slide. Mostly because I can tell you’re regretting last night.”
Shit. Fuck. Damn. All the bad words that I probably shouldn’t use so much. I sigh, lowering my ice cream. “I’m not regretting it exactly, but I don’t think it’s wise to pursue anything with you,” I admit. “You’re a great guy, Torque—”
He cuts me off with a shake of his head. “I don’t want platitudes, Izzy. Give it to me straight or don’t tell me anything at all.”
I take another bite of my ice cream, needing something to do while I try to gather myself. He’s right. I don’t run away from the truth, and I don’t play games. Finally I say, “I am ridiculously attracted to you, but I can’t handle a man like you. So I need to keep my distance.”
“A man like me?” he asks. Then he reaches out and takes my spoon from me, taking a large scoop of my ice cream and bringing it to his mouth.
“Hey!” I glare at him.
He grins at me. “Take pity on a man who’s been working in the sun all day,” he drawls. “Now, as you were saying?”
I grab the spoon back and roll my eyes. “You know exactly what I mean. I thought we were being straight.”
“I’m trying to be, if you would make any damn sense,” he retorts.
I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re a hot guy, and from what I understand, you live in the clubhouse, which means there are club girls, or club bunnies, or whatever you call them around. So it’s not like you’re not lacking for female attention. You’re also intense, and would probably take over my life if I even considered getting involved with you.”
He’s quiet for a moment, watching me. Finally he sighs. “Did you google MC’s or something?” I glare at him. So what if I did? “Look, Izzy, I’m not going to lie and say there aren’t club girls around, and sure, there are a lot of the brothers that go to them when they want to have no strings attached fun. That’s part of club life, and one that women need to understand. Still, when the men in our club are in relationships, those club girls don’t catch their attention, no matter how hard they try. My parents have been together for over thirty years and never once has my father strayed or slept with a club girl. King’s the same way with Sage. Well, probably because if he did Sage would more than fracture his dick. She’s probably just rip it clean off.”
I stare at him. “I feel like there’s a story there, but I don’t know if I want to hear about it right now.”
He chuckles. “Probably for the best. As for getting involved, I’m not all that sure what I want with you, but I know I want you in my bed. Whether it’s one time, or more will be up to the both of us. I went to bed thinking about you, and the way you sounded when you came, and I woke up thinking about it. I can’t promise you a relationship, but I definitely want you.”
Damn this Texas heat, because I’m sure I’m overheating. There is no way that this man can say those things without me wanting to self-combust. “I don’t know if I can do that right now, Torque,” I tell him honestly. “I need to focus on my job, and getting myself setup here. Then, maybe I’ll be in the place to consider something if you’re still interested.”
Torque watches me, and then moves away from the wall. He leans forward and says softly, “We both know you’re lying, Izzy. You want me just as much as I want you, and eventually we’re going to end up in bed together. In the meantime, you can keep that tight pussy sated with some piece of plastic until you can’t take it anymore. Because when you finally give in, I’m going to take you to bed, and I’m going to show you how much of a man I am, and how much you can take.”
Then, with a wink, he turns and walks back towards the door where his friends are waiting, ice cream in hand. I stare after him, hopelessly turned on, and a little panicked.
I feel like I’ve just challenged a man I have no business in challenging. The question is, am I going to end up doing exactly as he’s predicting, or will I remain strong?
