Page 2 of Memphis Bound

Because there's no fuckin' way this girl is old enough for me. I'm damn near forty. She barely looks old enough to be in my bar. And I don't fuck around.

Nothing good comes from hopping into bed with every willing fan that comes along. Shit. Nothing good comes from getting tangled up with a woman, period. I avoid the hell out of them for a reason. The last thing anyone needs is to be saddled with a motherfucker like me.

But I plunk my bottle down on the bar and stride toward the girl anyway, curious as a motherfucker why she's reading in a topless bar.

"Memphis." Shelby Danvers pops up in front of me, a coy smile on her red lips. She doused herself in body glitter again. The light catches it, making her golden skin sparkle. Even her fucking nipples twinkle.

With blonde hair, big blue eyes and a killer body, she's a knockout; there's no denying it. But she isn't now, nor will she ever be my type. Even if she was, I wouldn't fuck her because she works for me. But she's been on my ass since she started here two months ago.

Frankly, she's on my last goddamn nerve.

"I've been looking for you."

"It's too fucking early in the night for your bullshit, Shelby. Go shake your tits at someone who will pay you to do it."

Her face falls into a pout. Her lips curve down, a touch of disappointment and resentment flaring in her eyes. "You're such a dick. Jesus. I was just coming to tell you that Imogen and Madison are fighting again."

"No, you weren't. You were coming to shove your tits in my face, hoping I'd take you up on the offer," I mutter. "If they're fighting again, tell Venom. He can handle it."

She scowls at me, hot anger flashing in her eyes. "Tell him yourself. I don't know why I still work here. You're a complete asshole."

I chuckle to myself as she stomps away, her ass jiggling in her miniskirt. She's right. I am an asshole to her. But I've been dealing with her shit for the last two months. I tried being polite the first time. It didn't work. That was her one free pass. She should have taken it and fucked off with it instead of continuing to try to climb my dick.

I'm not the kind of motherfucker who gives third and fourth chances. She may think I'm a meal ticket, but I had blood on my hands long before the world knew my name.

The only reason she's still here is because she brings in money. If it weren't for that, she'd have been out on her ass after the second time.

I've got more important shit to do. I don't need her in my face every fucking night, giving me a headache because she wants to flirt with fame.

I wouldn't touch her with someone else's dick. And truthfully…even before the fortune and fame, fucking around wasn't on my list of shit to do. I wasn't a saint, but I was always more worried about escaping than about getting my dick wet. And then all that mattered was surviving.

Until Riley showed up and changed my entire fucking life. I've spent the last decade building something bigger and better. And I'm building it on the fucking bones I buried in the goddamn closet. I haven't touched a woman in…fuck, I don't even know. Since before I left the MC.

I watch Shelby long enough to ensure she's getting back to work, and then put her out of my mind, turning back to my goal. The one girl in this bar I do intend to fuck in every position known to man.

She's still reading her book.

Who the fuck comes to a biker bar to read in the back corner?

I slide into the booth across from her, peeping the title of her book. "You're shitting me."

Wide, startled emerald eyes meet mine over the top. They're so goddamn familiar, my heart thumps against my ribcage, rattling me. But I've never seen this girl before. I'd fucking remember her if I had because she's gorgeous. With her dark hair tossed up in a messy bun, every delicate inch of her round face is visible under the dim lights. Tiny freckles march across the bridge of her nose. Her lips are plump and juicy, just begging to be kissed.

And yet…those eyes. It's like I've seen the damn things a thousand times. Like I should know them.

I shake off the feeling, focusing on her book.

"You're in here every night reading the goddamn Wizard of Oz?"

"No." Her dulcet voice washes over me, turning my cock to steel. Fuck. I can't wait to hear it breaking on my name when I'm nine inches deep. "I read that one the first night. I'm currently reading Tiktok of Oz."

"My point remains, princess. You're in the middle of a goddamn bar."

"I'm aware." She shifts her gaze back to her book. "The topless girls kinda give it away."

"Shouldn't you be at home, tucked up in your bed?"

"Shouldn't you be over at the bar, bitching at one of your employees?" she retorts, not even looking up at me this time.