Page 36 of Brage & Dinah

Chapter 15

Peer slid a beer downthe counter to Brage. He lifted the glass and knocked the road dust out of his mouth. Needing to take a shift riding security around the vicinity of the clubhouse for the last two hours gave him time to loosen up and clear his head.

Too bad the road therapy failed to solve the problem he had with Dinah.

"Anything I should know?" Peer took the empty tray from Heather and waited until she left the bar area. "You look serious, man."

"Roads are clear. No sign of trouble." He turned around on the stool and watched Dinah talk with the customers leaving.

The bar closed in ten minutes. Drinks were cut off. Customers paid their tab. Soon, he'd be back in bed with Dinah.

He'd made it a week without having sex. Someone should give him a fucking medal.

It wasn't easy sleeping next to Dinah when he had the memories of having sex with her. He'd sought her out because he recognized a need within her that also dwelled inside of him.

The excuse of having an itch to scratch helped him walk away from her the first time. The second time, it was pure lust. He'd wanted her again.

That urge never went away despite the shitstorm she brought down on Slag.

Dinah smiled at the two men she was talking with and helped the servers clean up the tables. His cock pulsed, spreading pleasure through him. Going by the glances, the solemn mood shift, she constantly remained aware of him in the room.

She walked around the counter and stopped in front of him. "Stop it."

"Problem?" He raised his glass and took another drink of beer.

"Quit staring at me." She stacked the used trays and put them on the kitchen window to be washed by the two women who were employed by Slag to clean before the bar opened again. "Everyone knows what you're doing."

"No one knows."

"You're lying." She lowered her voice. "I even had a customer ask me if I belonged to you because of the way you're hovering around me."

"Isn't that what you want?" He took in the flush at the base of her neck. "Someone to help you escape? Play the helpless woman to the customers, hoping they'd help you?"

Her gaze narrowed. "Go to hell."

He downed the rest of the beer and handed her the empty mug. "Been there. Didn't stay long and came to America. They weren't too wild about bikers if I remember right."

She frowned, shaking her head. He enjoyed her confusion. While Hell was a village in Norway, he took pleasure in getting under her skin.

There was nothing like a frustrated woman, all hot and bothered.

"Ja." Peer stepped over and took the glass from Dinah's hand. "Hell is too quiet. Not enough action."

Dinah exhaled harshly, sneered at both of them, and walked out of the bar into the hallway. Brage tapped the counter with his hand, calling it a night.

She couldn't run far. Roar was in the alley waiting for Lizzy and Coco, and the prospects were at the gates.

"You look like you need a few more drinks, brother." Peer wiped down the counter. "Are you going to stay up and join us in the clubhouse or hit the sack?"

He needed to drink himself into bed, but because Dinah would get herself in more trouble trying to escape while he was knocked out drunk, he wouldn't be joining the others. "I need to babysit."

Peer chuckled. "Enjoy your night."

"I wish I was." He stood from the stool and turned back to Peer. "Anything from your baby momma?"

Peer shook his head and ended with a shrug. That's all he was going to get out of him. Since Kelli came back to him pregnant, poor Peer couldn't tell which way was up. Kelli had left again without telling anyone where she was going. No man should have to go through that.

He walked down the hallway, checked the breakroom for Dinah, and continued out of the building. In the alley, he looked around for her and found her with Monica and Heather.