Surviving The Biker (Motorcyle Club Romance) (4 page)

After Trevor followed Misty downstairs and Buck left with Horse, I quickly reached into his jacket and pulled out his cell phone. I knew it was wrong, but was curious to find out what exactly was happening between Trevor and Adriana.

As I was scrolling through his text messages, a customer I’d served earlier set an empty glass on the bar. He was in his thirties, clean-cut, and very attractive. As I looked closer, I could see that he had money because of his expensive suit and the Rolex on his wrist.

Hoping for a big tip, I smiled warmly. “Yes?”

“Hey, doll, can I get another drink?” he asked, smiling back.

“Sure,” I answered, slipping Trevor’s phone into my apron.

“Thanks, just put it on my tab.” He sat down at the bar and looked around. “No waitresses to help you out?”

“Most of them don’t come in until around four and one called in sick today. I’m all you’ve got right now,” I said, noticing that he had thick lashes, large puppy-dog brown eyes, and a dimple that made him that much cuter.

“Don’t get me wrong, beautiful. I’m not complaining. If you’re all I have then as far as I’m concerned, it’s my lucky day,” he flirted, his eyes dropping to my cleavage. “Hell, I’d rather watch you pour drinks than look at what’s on stage right now.”

Enjoying the attention, something I’d been trying to squeeze out of Trevor, I giggled at this man’s boldness. “Thanks. You’re very sweet. What can I get you?”

“A rum and Coke. Please.”

I quickly mixed a drink and slid it over to him just as Trevor stepped back behind the bar. He set down two cases of beer and without even a glance in our direction, turned around, and went back toward the basement.

“What’s your name?” asked the guy in the suit.

“Brandy. What’s yours?”

“My name is Jake. Brandy, huh?” he asked, stirring his drink. “Is that your real name?”

I nodded. “Mom had a weakness for it in her younger years. Anyway, I used to hate the name, but now I kind of like it.”

“You should. It’s nice. ‘Brandy’ feels good on the tongue,” he said, his eyes holding mine.

I smirked. “It does, huh?”

“Definitely.”

“So, what’s your wife’s name? Is it something that feels good on the tongue, too?” I asked, nodding toward the ring on his left hand.  

His smile fell. “It used to. Now I have a hard time even saying her name.”

I had been hit on by several married men in the last few days. I didn’t mind at all, they usually tipped better, especially if I laid on the charm. I could tell that this guy was about to use the “Woe is me; my wife is a bitch” card.  I could feel it coming. “What is it?”

“Cara,” he said, looking away.

“Will she be joining you soon?”

Jake laughed grimly. “You mean
here
?”

“Yeah. Some couples get off on watching each other getting lap dances. We also get a lot of swingers in here. I’ve seen it all.”

“Is that right?” he said, taking a sip of his drink. “Well, these days she only gets off by fucking my brother.”

Surprised by his response, I sucked in my breath . “No. Are you serious?”

He snorted. “I wish I wasn’t.”

“When did you learn about them having an affair?” I asked, now feeling sorry for him. I could tell that he was being sincere. There was nothing fake about the pain in his eyes. It was real.

“I’ve known about it for only a couple of days.”

“Have you confronted her?”

“No. Not yet. She’s been away on business.”

“What about your brother?”

“He’s away on business.” He grunted. “With her.”

“You must be so angry at the both of them,” I said, shocked at how calm he was being. When I cheated on Trevor, he’d punched everything but me and even that had taken a lot of restraint.

“I am but the truth is, we’d been having problems in our marriage before she started messing with my brother.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I wanted to have a baby and she thinks that kids are a waste of time and money.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. Wow. Anyway, things went from bad to worse right after my mother died.”

I put a hand to my heart. “Your mother died, too? I’m so sorry for your loss. You’ve really had a horrible time of it, haven’t you?”

“It’s been tough,” he said, staring past me at the liquor bottles behind the bar. “After she died, my wife started spending a lot of time with my brother, who seemed to be taking Mom’s death harder than any of us. They’d been closer, though. I get it. Anyway, I thought it was odd that my brother and Cara were spending so much time together. I had no idea that they were fucking, though. Talk about a slap in the face.”

“That’s horrible,” I agreed. “I just can’t believe she did that to you. Or, your brother for that matter. How could they?”

“I know. I’m still trying to come to grips with everything. What really goads me is that my brother and I are twins. We used to be so close and now this. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

I stared at him in shock. “He’s your twin?!”

Jake nodded.

I reached over and laid my hand over his. “I’m sorry to hear about your wife and brother. You’re good looking and seem very sweet. I’m sure you’ll meet someone else. Someone who appreciates you.”

“I hope so. I’ve been so lonely these past few months. And,” he looked embarrassed. “This may sound pathetic, but it’s been so long since I’ve seen a naked woman. It’s why I chose this place for a drink.”

“You poor guy. Here,” I said, grabbing the bottle of rum. I began pouring him another drink. If anyone needed to get wasted, it was him. “Have one on me.”

He smiled warmly. “You’re a breath of fresh air, Brandy. I haven’t had a woman treat me so nicely in quite a while. Especially one so beautiful.”

My cheeks grew warm. It was nice getting a compliment from a good-looking man. Especially one who stared at me with appreciation. Trevor now only looked at me because he had no other choice. Of course, I understood why he was pissed at me. I’d fucked up by cheating on him. As far as I was concerned, however, I deserved a second chance. He was being so damn stubborn.

“You’re so sweet,” I said straightening up. Wanting to make him feel better, I tossed my blonde hair over my shoulder and looked him square in the eye. “Your wife has really fucked up.”

“Thanks. I like to think so, too.”

Misty and Trevor stepped back to the bar.

“You need anything else?” asked Trevor, setting down two more cases of beer.

“Actually,” replied Misty. “I hate to ask this of you, but we’re running low on glasses and the busboy called in sick about an hour ago. Since we’re so short-staffed, maybe you could help us out by doing some of them?”

Trevor nodded toward me. “Have her do some dishes. She’s the one getting paid to work here.”

Misty shook her head. “She needs to help me tend the bar.”

Before he could protest, the front door opened up and four guys walked in.

“See, we have more customers and Happy Hour should be starting soon. Just help us out and wash a few glasses, please?” asked Misty.

Trevor sighed. “Fine. I’ll do some.” He grabbed his leather jacket and headed toward the kitchen.

“Thanks, Raptor,” Misty hollered.

He raised his thumb and disappeared into the back.

“Raptor, huh?” asked Jake. “Is that his Road name?”

I nodded, surprised that he knew the term. “He’s part of the Gold Vipers Motorcycle Club.”

“Huh,” he replied, staring toward the kitchen.

“You’ve obviously heard of them,” I said, watching as Misty walked over to the table of newcomers.

He nodded. “I’m a lawyer. I’ve definitely heard of the name.”

My eyes widened. Lawyers intrigued me. “You’re a lawyer? That’s so cool.”

Jake smiled in amusement. “I’m a Defense Attorney,” he said, handing me his business card. “It’s not always as cool as you’d think.”

I stared down at it. “I don’t know. I think that’s so impressive. That you’re a lawyer. You must have gone to school for a long time.”

“It took a while,” he said, removing his suit jacket and placing it on the back of the stool. “But, well worth it.”

I slipped his card into my apron and watched as he loosened his tie. Besides being successful and cute, he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. In all accounts, he was yummy.

“So, when do you get off of work?” he asked, noticing that I was staring at him.

“In four more hours,” I replied, surprised that he was asking. “Why?”

“I was just wondering if you’d be interested in joining me for dinner.”

I smiled. “I… I don’t know.”

“It’s just dinner,” he said, giving me another dimpled grin. “I suppose you have a boyfriend? A beautiful woman like you usually does.”

“I don’t, actually,” I replied softly.

“That’s a relief. I was hoping you’d say that.”

“I can’t go to dinner with you, though.”

“Why?”

I looked back toward the kitchen. As tempting as it was to go out with Jake, I still wanted Trevor back and if he found out about it, that would put even more distance between us.

“I just can’t.”

Jake looked wounded. “Okay.”

“Not that I don’t want to,” I said, smiling at him. “Believe me, I do. I just… I have some issues in my life that need to be resolved before I can decide to do something like that.”

“I understand. Issues are my middle name, right now.” He finished his drink and stood up. “I’ll be right back. Where is the men’s room?”

“It’s over there,” I said, pointing. “Down that hallway and to the left.”

“Thanks.”

I watched him go and felt like such a heel. He seemed like a nice guy and could probably use some female companionship. Especially since his wife and brother had screwed him over like that. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’d made it pretty clear that he hadn’t had sex in a while and it seemed like such a waste. Hell, I hadn’t had sex in a while and that was bad enough.

A wicked thought flitted through my head and my sex twitched in excitement.

I bet we could help each other out,
I thought, imagining us fucking in one of the back offices or even the alleyway. I pictured his hands all over my body as he impaled me with whatever was hiding under his trousers and I could feel my panties get wet.

“Fuck it,” I mumbled, deciding to throw caution to the wind and go for it. I was tired of my vibrator and needed a real man to give me what I needed. Something told me that Jake would definitely give it to me and without any strings attached.

I turned to Misty, who was back at the bar. I touched my temple and winced. “Hey, um, I know you need me but would you mind if I took a quick break? I’ve got this splitting headache and I think that if I take a couple of pills and just chilled out for a while, I’ll feel much better.”

“No problem. I can handle it,” said Misty, her eyes sympathetic. “Go ahead and get away for a few minutes. The music probably isn’t helping your headache.”

“No, it’s not. Thanks. I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay.”

I walked away from the bar and turned the corner, to stand next to the men’s bathroom. When Jake stepped out, he stopped abruptly.  “Are you waiting for me?” he asked, pleasantly surprised.

“Yeah, actually I am. I have this problem and I think that you might be able to help me out with it,” I said, grabbing his hand.

“A problem?” he answered, looking unsure as she dragged him toward Slammer’s office. “What sort of problem?”

I opened the door and pulled him inside. Then I locked it and turned around. “I guess that you could say it’s the same one that you’re having right now, too.”

He looked confused. “You’ve lost me. What kind of a problem am I having?”

I grabbed him by the belt and pulled him toward me. “You need to get laid. So do I.”

His eyes widened at the touch of my hand on his crotch, which was now as hard as a rock.