“You don’t remember him,” Miki admonished, her blond stalker quickly forgotten.

“Remember who?

“Tragic, black leather clad, biker guy over there.”

Angelina started laughing, “Oh, my god, it is him.”

“Who?” Sara snapped.

Sara realized that, after greeting the females of the group, he had finally noticed her. His eyes locked on her and she actually felt her face get hot and the walls of her pussy tighten.

“The good Samaritan,” Miki offered.

“I think your exact words,” Angelina added, “‘Pretty man is all mine.’”

“Just before you stuck your tongue down his throat,” Miki filled in.

“And I believe there was some crotch-grabbing.” Angelina shook her head, “Whore.”

Sara growled at her friends as the insanity from the previous evening came flooding back to her. Too much tequila. Asshole club pigs grabbing her. And the classic Sara-drinking stupidity, where she did something that she ended up regretting the following morning. Apparently, this time her regret was him.

“Oh, hell.”

“But clearly he remembers you,” Angelina giggled.

Of course he did. When a tall, scarred woman calls you a pretty man, and sticks her tongue down your throat—you remember her. And if she had any doubt, the sudden grin on his face pretty much confirmed it.

“Uh-oh,” Angelina whispered.

“He’s headin’ this way,” Miki added.

“I’m in hell.” Sara began to search for something, anything to do. But she was too distracted to focus. Her nipples had hardened. Her pussy was on fire. And she kept wondering what he looked like naked.

Naked with his head between her thighs.

Jesus Christ! What was wrong with her?

“Hi.” His voice was so deep she felt like he had just run a finger up her naked back. He leaned against the counter, and lowered his head so that they were eye to eye.

“Howdy!” Angelina piped up. A big smile on her beautiful face.

“Hey, y’all!” Miki offered, her Texan accent suddenly ten times thicker than normal.

Sara hated them both. A lot.

But she wasn’t going to let some guy freak her out. Sara looked up, a greeting on her lips. But it caught in her throat.

He was staring at her—well, more like smirking—with those eyes, and really it was all she could do to stop herself from giving him a hickey on that thick neck of his.

“Remember me? I’m your…what was it? Oh, yeah, I’m your pretty man. But I never quite got your name.”

Sara could actually feel her face getting red when the entire room erupted into laughter.

But before she could say a word…or punch, him in the face…Yates, interrupted. “All right people, let’s saddle up. Julie, we’ll pick up your new bike tomorrow.”

Marreccame back behind the counter and Angelina moved out of the way, so that he could get to the safe her long legs were in front of.

“You three,” Casey was now standing next to Sara’s deepest, darkest fantasies and she didn’t like it one damn bit. In fact, she wanted to punch the shit out of her for standing way too close to him, which was clearly not a rational response when she didn’t even know the guy. “Because you were so helpful today,” Casey continued, “I’d like to invite you to a little party we’re throwing tomorrow night out near that big park off the state highway.”

“Kingsley Park?” Angelina practically knocked crouching-Marrec over to get closer to Casey. The woman did love a good party.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Casey confirmed. “I think you guys will have a good time.”

“Or,” Miki interjected flatly, “You could just cut our throats and leave us for dead now so we don’t have to make the trip.”

Sara knew she was now completely ignored. Miki and her mouth had thankfully stolen the spotlight once again.

Everyone was staring at Miki. Except her pretty man. He was still staring at Sara’s face, but he did raise an eyebrow at Miki’s comment.

Marrec snapped to a standing position, “Miki!”

“What?” She asked with that damned innocent smile.

Marrec took a deep breath, something the older man often did around Miki. “You guys, go to the party. Have a great time. I will personally vouch for these people.”

Angelina answered for the three of them, “We’ll be there.”

“Great. 10:00 tomorrow night. See you then.” Casey walked out of the store, the females following her, all loaded down with bags of Harley- and Marrec’s Choppers-branded clothes.

“Let’s go, gentleman. We’ve got beer to buy.” The men moved out, but Yates waited. “Zach, let’s hit it.”

Zach stared at Sara for a few more moments. Straightened up and followed Yates to the door. “Tequila, right?” Sara watched him as he moved, she couldn’t help herself; the man had an amazing ass. “That’s your drink of choice?”

Then he was gone.

“Sara’s got a hottie on her tail.” Angelina was practically frothing at the mouth.

“More like a biker…and they’re on the List.” Miki pointed out.

“Fuck the List! She needs to get laid.” Angelina barked back.

Miki sighed, “Not if her last fuck will be a train pulled by some scumbag motorcycle club.”

“Okay!” Sara grabbed them both by the shoulder. “Marrec here is as close as I’ve had to a father since I was eight. I would really appreciate the two of you not discussing me and fucking in the man’s presence. Do you think you two could handle that?”