Chapter Five
A thena
“I couldn’t wait any longer,” he murmurs, and the fog that had been over me moments before at the table seems to disappear.
He’s in front of me, arm over my head as he leans into my frame.
He’s so close his breath whispers over my lips when he speaks, his nose nearly touching mine.
His eyes are insane this close, with deep crimson running through the middle, making me stare harder.
“For me?” I manage to ask, heart racing a million miles a minute. If I thought my stomach was spinning before, it was nothing in comparison to the flip-flop and jumping it’s doing inside of me right now.
“Mm,” he hums. His chest brushes mine, and the vibrations carry through my uniform.
My nipples harden, the points scraping against the inside of my thin bra, making themselves known to anyone who looks.
It’s embarrassing how I have such a strong reaction to him.
I’m normally cool as a cucumber, but he’s different in a way I can’t explain rationally.
The desire burning in his irises reflects my own as my lips part, wanting to taste him. I crave his kiss like I need my next breath. I have no idea who this man is, never saw him before tonight, and yet, I’m drawn to him through some sort of invisible force.
His leg pushes between mine, his hips shifting until his thigh presses against the apex of my thighs.
I swear, I go cross-eyed from the pleasure the pressure of his body creates against mine.
I’m throbbing with desire for him suddenly, and the added touch against my clit only serves to send any coherent thoughts spiraling.
My face is flaming. My breasts are heavy. All I can think of right now is him and me, twisting and turning over and over in my bed as he takes me roughly. Not getting enough.
“You’ll only serve me, as I’ll be the only one to serve you. Do I make myself clear, darling?” His words are strange and yet also not.
I nod, exhaling, unable to think of a reason why I shouldn’t agree with him right now.
It’s like he has this power over my body and thoughts somehow, which I know is ridiculous.
That sort of thing doesn’t exist. I can’t shake the urge to want to do anything he asks, to please him. I’m losing my mind; I have to be.
“Crystal clear,” I whisper.
“So, so beautiful.” He applies a touch more pressure, the perfect amount, really, with his thigh.
My eyes slam closed as the first wave hits me.
His large hands land on my hips, where he shifts me forward and back, making me ride his thigh as my orgasm steals my breath.
I can only grasp onto his chest; his shirt curls in my fists as I pitch forward.
My teeth sink into his shoulder to keep myself from crying out for the rest of his friends to hear.
My pussy pulses with the overwhelming bliss slamming through me, until I’m left gasping.
“That’s it, bite all you want, I can take it.” His voice is a gravely rasp, sending a bout of shivers through me all over again.
“Oh my God,” I mutter as the haze of pleasure lifts and my eyes meet his.
His cheeks are peppered pink. His teeth grind together so forcefully, his jaw flexes, making it appear impossibly sharper. My hands uncurl, releasing his now wrinkled hoodie under his cut. I don’t remember ever grabbing it, but apparently, I did and twisted it.
“I don’t know what just came over me. I’m sorry for b-biting you like I did. I didn’t want anyone to hear me when I’m supposed to be working. It wouldn’t be right, and I’d end up fired on top of not being able to look your friends in the eyes when I check on the table.”
He inhales deeply, his mouth opening a touch as he pants. If the hardness against the side of my thigh is any indication of what he’s thinking, I’d say he’s extremely turned on, and his dick must be huge.
“Ignore my brothers. Besides, I thought you smelled divine before, but I had no idea. I want to taste your cunt, badly . It’s taking all of my strength to hold back right now from ripping your panties off and devouring you until you can no longer stand, and I have to hold you up.
Mm, your wet pussy is a delicacy I’d love to gorge myself on. ”
“Oh, uh,” I squeak. I was not expecting him to say any of that, especially after the amazing orgasm I just had.
The more I take him in, I realize he’s the beautiful one.
In a broken sort of way, his features are harsh and angry, but he stares at me in a way it’s hard for me to believe he’d ever be that sort of way with me.
His lips part a bit more as he exhales a heavy breath, and I glance at his teeth.
My brow furrows with concentration, and his mouth snaps shut as he puts a bit of space between us.
Surely my mind must be playing tricks on me, because I swear, I saw something different about his teeth.
It was like his canines were longer than normal, and they looked incredibly sharp. I’d have noticed sooner, though, right?
It can’t be right. I must be dazed from the unexpected orgasm still…
My confused stare meets his once more, about to ask him about his teeth, but then we’re interrupted.
A throat clears at the entrance to the bathroom alcove, and my muscles stiffen.
I quickly glance down at myself, fixing my shirt and apron, embarrassed to be caught in this position.
My hands fly to my hair next, tightening my ponytail.
It had gotten redirected off to the side of my head, and I’m sure I look ridiculous.
Not that Reaper had seemed to mind. On the contrary, I’d say he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him a moment ago.
Who am I kidding? I’m still flustered.
I blow out a breath, my bangs flying in the air with the effort I put behind it. I briefly meet the amused gaze of one of the bikers Reaper came in with. My rattled stare falls lower, to his cut, taking in his patches. The one on his breast says ‘Lucky,’ so I’m assuming it’s what they all call him.
“We’re loading up.” His deep voice shatters the silence around us as he informs Reaper, then to me he says, “We tried not to leave a big mess. We appreciate you letting us come in late and for the food. Give the cook our thanks.”
I nod multiple times, like once isn’t enough or something, and I swear, I must come off as an airheaded bimbo with my lack of vocabulary around this group.
With how handsome these guys are, however, I’m sure they’re used to women going a bit doe-eyed around them.
“No problem,” I respond immediately, putting my customer service face back on, silently chastising myself for not checking back on them before they finished.
No three-bite checkup and no pre-bussing means I wasted away any chance at a decent tip, I’m sure.
Not that I can blame them, I was distracted and getting repaid in a new way tonight.
“See you later, darling,” the big man in front of me whispers, his words feeling more like a promise than merely spoken words.
Do I want to see him later? Of course. I’m borderline obsessed with the kiss we just shared to the point I will most likely go home and dream about it tonight.
Will I see him again? I doubt it, he strikes me as the just passing through town type, although they have come in on more than one occasion, so maybe it’ll happen after all.
If so, hopefully by then I’ve gotten my wits about me once more, and I can be normal around them, versus this stuttering, dimwitted server I’m sure I came off as.
“Bye,” I offer them both a smile and let them leave the alcove first.
I inhale deeply, collecting myself as best I can.
After a moment, I leave the area, ready to thank them and call out for them to have a good night.
Only, I find the restaurant completely empty.
Francine’s the only one left behind with me, and she’s busy in the back singing to herself as she finishes putting her food prep and extras in the walk-in cooler.
The rumble of multiple motorcycles fills the air minutes later, and I wonder how I missed it the first time when they’d arrived.
They’re loud and imposing, like thunder rumbling right outside the door.
I momentarily stand still, transfixed as they begin to pull out of the parking lot.
One by one, the row of bikes steadily becomes this long snake with bright headlights down the road as they leave.
The air grows silent to the point it’s eerie in their absence.
The quietness has a fresh case of the chill’s skirting over my body.
I quickly rub my arms, willing them away as I grab a plastic bus tub and head for the table.
Each plate is cleaned, except for the bone from the steak.
That’s not all, the plates are all neatly stacked into three piles of four, with the empty coffee cups placed together in the middle.
At the now-empty spot where Reaper’s plate sat lies a hundred-dollar bill.
I know it’s not for the dinner receipt either, because Jimmy told me to leave him the check to comp tomorrow.
Whoever these bikers are, they sure are intimidating. Yet, they’ve shown me nothing but polite kindness and have tipped me higher than anyone else. I certainly hope they return.
Those red flags I was freaking over earlier no longer seem so bright.