Page 10 of Bikers & Bars

“It definitely can be, Eliza,” he purred, raising an eyebrow and swallowing hard enough his Adam’s apple bobbed, forcing my eyes to watch the movement.

Fuck, he’s good.

“Are you going to eye fuck or would you like to order?” a raspy voice asked. I jumped back like I’d been slapped and gave her a guilty look but she was biting back laughter.

“You’re killing my game, Sandy,” Romeo protested, leaning back and giving her a cocky grin that did nothing to calm down my rising libido. I swear that man was walking sex and had the easy confidence to match.

“Reign it in, tiger, and tell me what the fuck you want,” she said evenly. “You know, blondie?”

“Cheeseburger, fries, and a Coke please,” I asked politely. She didn’t bother to jot it down, giving me a nod before turning back to Romeo.

“Same,” he said. She rolled her eyes and walked away, barking our order through the window to the kitchen.

Outside of us, only one old man sat at the opposite end of the counter. Clearly, this was not their busiest time.

“You come here often?” I asked. “She seems to be your number one fan.”

“About four times a week,” he admitted. “Sandy is just a teddy bear who could kill you with one look.”

“I can tell,” I laughed. Being with Romeo was too easy. He matched my humor well and if we weren’t flirting, I was laughing.

My phone went off before we could say anything else and I glanced down, realizing I never told the guys we were stopping for food.

Loki: Did that idiot forget where I live?

Bane: You know Eliza, she talked him into stopping for more booze or food.

Eliza: Bingo. We’re grabbing a burger then I’ll be back. Promise.

Loki: If you’re not, your ass is mine. My handprint will look so nice on it

Eliza: Promises, promises. Put your money where your mouth is, old man.

Loki: Old. Man. Now make that two handprints. Maybe Bane and I need to tie you down until you beg for forgiveness.

Eliza: So I get rewarded? I’m so here for it.

Bane: You’re begging for trouble. Go eat your food before you cause more.

Eliza: Yes, sir.

Smirking to myself I tucked my phone away. I didn’t want to be rude. Though the moment I looked up, I found Romeo was studying me with a look that said he knew exactly who I was texting.

“Is my cousin angry?”

“Nah, he’s fine,” I lied. “But apparently, I’m in trouble for being a brat.”

“That smirk told me that much,” he chuckled. “I’m only sad I can’t join in.”

Thankfully, I didn’t have to say anything because Sandy was slamming our plates and drinks down in front of us and walking away.

“She’s a sweetheart,” I whispered before picking up my burger. It was exactly what I was craving and the first bite had me moaning. “Nevermind, she’s a motherfucking goddess.”

“Damn right I am,” she called back, my cheeks heating that she’d heard me.

“I told you this place was amazing. Her alpha Gary is behind the grill. They know what they’re doing,” Romeo agreed. “Now behave yourself. I’d hate to get banned from here because your sounds drive me to madness.”

“Whoops,” I said drily, taking a drink out of my straw, his eyes tracking the movement, especially when my tongue darted out to wet my lips.