every movement, as if he was familiar with every feeling in my body.
Sitting in my car, smoking weed while straddling a hot guy shouldn’t have felt so good, but it did in that moment. It hadn’t been my most reckless moment I’d had, but it was definitely the most intimate.
I brought the joint to Hastie’s lips, urging him to open for me. As he took that first drag, I watched the beautiful sight of the tip burn a bright red. The following exhale of smoke was just as intoxicating as the swirls made unique designs, adding a twisted sense of beauty to this intimate moment.
Hastie’s eyes found mine in the darkness. “What are you thinking about?”
I was thinking that this feels perfect. But I didn’t tell him that. Instead I took another deep drag from the joint and smiled widely. “I was thinking that that mouth of yours just may be my favorite thing about you.”
A dark laughed fanned over my skin. Then Hastie leaned forward and dropped that sinfully sexy mouth to mine in a scorching kiss.
Yes , I thought. Definitely perfect.
FIVE
Firsts
Indy
M y next shift at Neptune’s was long and grueling. The flares felt more extreme as if the earth had been shoved into a burning furnace to roast. Even with the a/c on high, warm air swarmed in, causing patrons to dish out the credits in order to get some much needed refreshment.
As I wiped away the ring of sweat that accumulated on my forehead, Seven walked into Neptune’s. I grinned at her as she dropped into one of the vacant barstools, knowing exactly why she was here. “What?” she said, tossing her empty canteen onto the bar. “You knew it was only a matter of time before I’d show up.”
This was true. I was surprised she made it this long. “Want a drink?”
Seven nodded, leaning forward to rest her arms on the edge of the bar top. She swiveled her head around, taking in her surroundings. As I poured her a draft and placed it in front of her, she leaned in. “So . . . are they here?”
I leaned in, too. “No.”
She scrunched up her nose and took a sip of her beer. “How long ’til you’re off?”
I checked the clock on the wall behind me. “Still two hours left.”
Seven rolled her gorgeous eyes at me and slid off the barstool, readjusting her short skirt before she made her way to the pool table. I heard her introduce herself to the people playing and a second later, she was grabbing her own pool cue from the rack and joining in.
It was so easy for her to make friends and integrate herself into any situation. That was always one of the things I admired about her. In this, I wished I were more like Seven, able to fit in wherever instead of feeling like an outsider.
Another customer settled at the bar. I started to serve them when the familiar rumblings of engines made me smile. As the roaring grew louder I quickly served up the latest order and tried not to wait like a panting dog for Hastie’s arrival.
The other night had been simply amazing and the most fun I’d had in a while. Not once did I feel out of place or self-conscious. I felt absolutely carefree and wicked.
The rumbling escalated until everyone in the dive could hear the blaring sounds from outside. Even Seven shot a questioning glance at me. It was difficult to ignore the ticking of my pulse as it kicked up in excitement.
The sounds suddenly cut off one by one and Glory MC walked in through the doors. Most of them I didn’t know by name yet. The ones I did remember had crazy nicknames that didn’t quite suit their appearances. Like for instance, the vice-prez was Newt, yet he was the biggest of them all!
I kept my eyes downcast, trying not to show my eager interest, but as soon as I saw the familiar breadth of Hastie’s shoulders, my gaze shot up and met his. Those intense green eyes found mine as if connected by some invisible line. I smiled as he strode towards me, that lopsided grin of his making my insides curl in excitement.
Hastie settled onto the
Sitting in my car, smoking weed while straddling a hot guy shouldn’t have felt so good, but it did in that moment. It hadn’t been my most reckless moment I’d had, but it was definitely the most intimate.
I brought the joint to Hastie’s lips, urging him to open for me. As he took that first drag, I watched the beautiful sight of the tip burn a bright red. The following exhale of smoke was just as intoxicating as the swirls made unique designs, adding a twisted sense of beauty to this intimate moment.
Hastie’s eyes found mine in the darkness. “What are you thinking about?”
I was thinking that this feels perfect. But I didn’t tell him that. Instead I took another deep drag from the joint and smiled widely. “I was thinking that that mouth of yours just may be my favorite thing about you.”
A dark laughed fanned over my skin. Then Hastie leaned forward and dropped that sinfully sexy mouth to mine in a scorching kiss.
Yes , I thought. Definitely perfect.
FIVE
Firsts
Indy
M y next shift at Neptune’s was long and grueling. The flares felt more extreme as if the earth had been shoved into a burning furnace to roast. Even with the a/c on high, warm air swarmed in, causing patrons to dish out the credits in order to get some much needed refreshment.
As I wiped away the ring of sweat that accumulated on my forehead, Seven walked into Neptune’s. I grinned at her as she dropped into one of the vacant barstools, knowing exactly why she was here. “What?” she said, tossing her empty canteen onto the bar. “You knew it was only a matter of time before I’d show up.”
This was true. I was surprised she made it this long. “Want a drink?”
Seven nodded, leaning forward to rest her arms on the edge of the bar top. She swiveled her head around, taking in her surroundings. As I poured her a draft and placed it in front of her, she leaned in. “So . . . are they here?”
I leaned in, too. “No.”
She scrunched up her nose and took a sip of her beer. “How long ’til you’re off?”
I checked the clock on the wall behind me. “Still two hours left.”
Seven rolled her gorgeous eyes at me and slid off the barstool, readjusting her short skirt before she made her way to the pool table. I heard her introduce herself to the people playing and a second later, she was grabbing her own pool cue from the rack and joining in.
It was so easy for her to make friends and integrate herself into any situation. That was always one of the things I admired about her. In this, I wished I were more like Seven, able to fit in wherever instead of feeling like an outsider.
Another customer settled at the bar. I started to serve them when the familiar rumblings of engines made me smile. As the roaring grew louder I quickly served up the latest order and tried not to wait like a panting dog for Hastie’s arrival.
The other night had been simply amazing and the most fun I’d had in a while. Not once did I feel out of place or self-conscious. I felt absolutely carefree and wicked.
The rumbling escalated until everyone in the dive could hear the blaring sounds from outside. Even Seven shot a questioning glance at me. It was difficult to ignore the ticking of my pulse as it kicked up in excitement.
The sounds suddenly cut off one by one and Glory MC walked in through the doors. Most of them I didn’t know by name yet. The ones I did remember had crazy nicknames that didn’t quite suit their appearances. Like for instance, the vice-prez was Newt, yet he was the biggest of them all!
I kept my eyes downcast, trying not to show my eager interest, but as soon as I saw the familiar breadth of Hastie’s shoulders, my gaze shot up and met his. Those intense green eyes found mine as if connected by some invisible line. I smiled as he strode towards me, that lopsided grin of his making my insides curl in excitement.
Hastie settled onto the
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