Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
TAYA
Dustin never told me where he was taking me on our date, just that I have to dress sexy.
I spent all that day looking through my closet, but nothing seemed fitting for our first date. It still blows my mind that I agreed to a date with him, let alone that he actually asked me on one.
When Missy and Soren arrived after my SOS text to them, we went through my closet again, only to be left unsatisfied that there was something in there to wear. So of course, we went shopping.
We shopped for hours but I finally found the dress, shoes, and purse that I needed.
Even if this whole date thing blows up in my face, I will have a super sexy outfit to wear when picking up the next guy.
But I know deep down I want this thing with Smoke to work.
Slipping my hoop earrings into my ears, I straighten up, taking a look in the tall mirror and smiling to myself.
Damn, I look fucking hot.
The black satin bodycon dress with spaghetti straps fits my body like a glove, sculptured to my breasts and making them look delicious, if I do say so myself. My shoes are sparkly silver, with an ankle strap and a stiletto heel.
We decided that I needed to keep my hair down, so I straightened it and added some product that will stop my natural curl from popping up by the end of the night. My makeup is darker with smoky eyes, and red lipstick covers my lips, adding to the dark seductive vibe I have going on.
A knock at my door makes my heart skip a beat. With one more spritz of my body mist, I collect my small clutch purse, adding my cell phone into it as I reach the door. With one deep breath, I pull it open and gasp seeing Smoke, shit, Dustin, before me.
“Fuck me. We are skipping going out and we are staying in.” His voice deep and filled with lust, makes me shiver.
Licking his lips, he steps to me, his hands bracing on my hips, tugging me forward.
“Did your lipstick take long to put on?” he asks, making me frown.
“It is a stain so it will not come off,” I reply, then he pounces.
The heat of his lips against mine makes my whole body fill with lust and want for him. Beneath my dress, my nipples peak tight, and I know that if he leaned back, he would see them clearly trying to break through the material.
Breaking the kiss, I rest my hand on his chest, taking note of how his muscles feel under my palm.
“We should go,” I manage to say, even though my brain is still focused on that searing kiss.
“Fuck,” he breathes, resting his forehead against mine. “Yeah, let’s go before I drag you to your room and not let you leave until you have no voice from screaming my name.”
He takes my hand, leading me to a car that I have not seen before. It is black and sleek, expensive looking.
“Did you steal this car for our date?” I joke.
Smoke laughs, looking at me. Mischief fills his eyes, and he winks.
“Nah, this belongs to Harley, Pres’s Ol’ Lady. She let me borrow it, saying that I can’t put you on my bike when I asked you to dress sexy.” He grins.
“Smart woman. I will have to thank her when I see her next.”
“You do that.” He opens the door for me, and I cock a brow at him. “Never took you for a gentleman, Dustin.”
He groans, stepping closer again. His heady scent of oil and leather, mixed with a cotton scent, rushes over me.
“Every time you say my name, it makes my dick come alive.” He leans in, kissing my jaw. “I plan on making you scream it later.”
Licking my lips, I clench my thighs together to ease the ache that his words have caused, then slip into the car. Dustin climbs in and he pulls away from my house and out onto the main road where he drives closer to the strip.
We arrive at a restaurant, my eyes wide with shock.
“You got a table here?” I ask in disbelief.
“Yeah. The owner is a friend of the club.” He climbs out, handing the keys to the valet before helping me out of the car.
Slipping my hand into his, our palms sliding together makes my body come alive again. His touch always awakens my body.
“This place is snazzy, Dustin,” I state, looking up at the building that flashes in the night sky.
His body tenses a little as he looks to me to answer, and I am confused seeing the anger in his eyes.
“What, you don’t think a dirty whore of a biker can go to places this nice?”
Now it is my turn to stiffen at the angry tone of his voice and his words.
Pulling my hand from his, l look at him, truly take in this man who is dressed in black slacks and a black button-down shirt that looks like it was designed just for him with how well it fits his body.
He is hot on the outside, handsome even, but sometimes that hides the ugly on the inside.
“Maybe this was a bad idea.” I step back, keeping my voice even. “I never said anything about you not being worthy of coming to a place like this. Take me home, Smoke.”
He regards me for a brief moment, his eyes softening as the anger fades. He steps to me, taking my hands in his. I try to pull back, but he holds firm.
“I’m sorry. I am not good at this, baby. You know that, but I wanted tonight to be good for you.” I see pain, or maybe guilt, flash in his eyes before it is gone.
What is that about?
“Maybe we could go to somewhere less fancy. I am okay with tacos or a diner, Dustin.” I try to salvage the night.
He is already shaking his head before I have finished speaking.
“No, we are going in and we are going to have a good fucking time,” he grunts, taking my hand and leading me inside.
The hostess who seats us is a young perky woman who seems to want to fuck my date, given the way she gives him fuck-me eyes and touches her cleavage. Classy chick.
Dustin doesn’t seem to notice, his gaze on me and me alone.
“Can I get you anything?” She directs her question to Dustin.
“I will have a beer. Baby, what do you want to drink?” he asks me with a smile.
Smiling back at him, I look at the slutty woman with a triumphant expression on my face, which makes her scowl.
“I will have a glass of the house red, please.”
She huffs and leaves. It is not long before a waiter comes to take our food order, and I go with a salmon and vegetable dish, while Dustin, being the biker that he is, orders steak and potatoes.
He looks at me from across the table, and I feel my cheeks heat from the intense look he is giving me. It feels like if he could strip me bare and bend me over this table and have me, he would.
My thighs clench under the table, and my breasts feel heavy with need for this man. The grin on his face tells me he knows the effect he is having on me.
He leans back in his seat, resting one arm on the table. My gaze drops to the tattoo on the back of his hand that leads to a sleeve of tattoos, that I would love to get up close and personal with.
He looks delicious, and I would not be opposed to him eating me right here in front of everyone. Women watched him walk to our table; he oozed sex and dominance.
“What has your eyes darkening in lust, Taya?”
I clear my throat, sitting up straight at the fact that I have been caught having dirty thoughts about him.
“Nothing,” I say before sipping some water.
Licking his lips before they tilt at the corner into a sexy smile, he shifts forward, resting both arms on the table, locking his fingers together, and oh hell, I know how they feel inside of me. Thick and fast.
“I do not believe you, baby. I can imagine what is running around your pretty head. You want me naked, on my knees, eating that delicious pussy between your legs while you tug on my hair, begging for more.”
I pant, my chest heaving against the material of my dress, my body humming with arousal.
“Fuck, I can smell you from here, baby,” he growls, slumping back in his seat.
Pressing my thighs together, my thong damp, I can feel how wet I am from the slickness that covers my inner thighs from being so freaking turned on. Shit, my dress is short enough that when we walk out of here, people will see my arousal if they look hard enough.
“You can’t be saying things like that in here.” My voice comes out breathy.
My gaze flicks around the room but no one is paying any attention to us.
Our food is brought out and I dig in, pushing down my arousal.
We talk, and thankfully, it is all clean and genuine questions between us. He asks about my mom and the pigs, which I gush over because they are my pride and joy. He tells me about joining the club when he left the Army, that he needed to find something that meant he had a purpose to life again.
I can understand that to a degree.
I am surprised to find out that Dustin comes from a very rich family, who were nasty people when they did not get their way, and I can see why someone like Dustin would walk away from them. He is so easy-going but will get his hands bloody if it is needed.
When I am finished, I set my cutlery down on my plate and finish off my wine, watching Dustin eyeball me from across the table. His gaze making my body flush with heat.
“You are the only woman I have ever wanted to get to know.” His statement catches me off guard.
Cocking my head to the side, I smile.
“So your fuck buddies, or club girls, never interested you for more than a quick fuck? From what I remember, Smoke, you fucked the club girls plenty, surely you would have gotten to know them by now?”
His eyes harden but it only lasts a second. His nostrils flare but he settles on a soft look at me.
“The Dreamers are there to fuck and that is it. None of the brothers will claim any of them as an Ol’ Lady. Settling down has never been in the cards for me. Dating or finding an Ol’ Lady is not something high on my list; the club takes up most of my time,” he informs me, and I can’t stop the pang of disappointment that settles in my chest.
I say nothing for what feels like hours, but it is only a matter of seconds. My hands feel cold, and with my heart reeling from the words he just spewed, I know this was a mistake.
I need to get out of here. The night was going so well, and before this, I thought he might want something more. Stupid me for thinking that.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, sensing a change in me.
“Nothing.” I fidget in my seat.
“Bullshit. I?—”
I cut him off. “I am ready to go when you are.” Using the napkin to dab my mouth, I ignore the frown on his handsome face.
He calls for the bill and pays it without another word.
Pushing to my feet, I wait for him to stand so we can leave. His hand settles on the small of my back, sending a wave of heat through my body but I push it down. The valet calls for the car, and we stand side by side, waiting.
I feel his heat all around me, his lips brushing my ear.
“You will tell me what the fuck just happened in there.”
I do not look at him as the car arrives, or as he helps me in, but I know that once I am locked in, there is no escaping him.