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“Have you? Been upstairs with a biker?”
“Not yet. But Opry has his eye on me.”
“Didn’t you say you shouldn’t date the boss?”
“Opry’s not the boss.” She pointed across the room to a man sitting on a fucking throne. “That’s the boss.”
My mouth hung open at the sight of him.
“Yeah, I thought you’d swipe left on Kingpin. He’s your type. A mix of Johnny Depp and eighties metal hair band rolled into one hot as hell biker. He’s the president of the Royal Bastards MC.”
Fuck. Man understood the assignment. If anyone looked like the badass leader of a biker gang, it would be him. And yes, if he had on a cowboy hat and flannel like a lot of men around this state, I wouldn’t be interested. But a man in leather, leather fringe down his tight leather pants with long black hair and a matching beard with black gothic tattoos covering him down to the tips of his black painted fingernails. Yes. Please. A man with such dark lashes I couldn’t tell if he was wearing eyeliner or not, check. He ticked off all my boxes. Kingpin picked up a distressed cowboy hat and put it on his head before leaving his seat, a goddamned ornate throne. Okay, he did give me a Johnny Depp vibe, and I was down with the hat and the jewelry. The man was covered in silver, beads and leather bands, having a chunky metal ring on each finger. Earrings and a nose ring. And yes. Much like Mr. Depp, clearly, he was much older than me but that was way beside the point. The biker’s buff body was as young as ever. Wearing only his leather vest, hanging wide open, I could count his beautiful abs, all eight of them.
“Don’t go near him,” Leo broke me out of my daze.
Even better. I wiped the drool from the corner of my lips but felt like I should be wiping much lower. “Why? Why shouldn’t I go near him?”
“Because he’s problematic. He’s toxic. And intoxicating, I’m told. You don’t want to fall under his spell.”
“Again, why not?”
“No one tells Kingpin no, Sky. I’ve been told it’s best not to get his attention or you’ll end up in his bed.”
“Like that’s a bad thing? Sounds like goals to me.”
“Girl, I know you’ve become a bit of a thrill seeker, but I beg of you. Just check out the club. Watch the wads of cash being thrown at us dancers. Stay away from the bikers. Especially if you want to be hired on. Plenty of girls are here just for the pleasure of the bikers and aren’t getting paid. You don’t want to be one of them.”
A voluptuous girl opened the door behind us. She was in nothing but a shiny golden thong. “Leo, Paisley’s waiting for you in the dressing room.”
“I’ve got to go get dressed.”
“You mean undressed?”
“Yeah, we don’t wear much at all here, sometimes nothing. It takes some getting used to.” Leo hugged me. “Sky, don’t make me regret bringing you here. Be careful.”
When Leo left, my attention turned back to Kingpin who picked up an electric guitar. Another thing about Nashville, you couldn’t throw a stone and not hit someone who didn’t have some talent. I waded into the crowd as he played a hard alternative riff.
“What’s this,” I asked a complete stranger.
“Bush’s “Glycerine”. Before your time, beautiful.”
A full band who had started up on the other stage joined in, complete with a violin. Kingpin started singing, and I was fucking mesmerized.
The strange man put his arm around my waist to grab my ass. Jumping away, I slapped his arm. “What the fuck, man?”
“What’s wrong? Got a date or something?” The man seized my arm and pulled me back to him where he rubbed his dick on me. I squealed, but it was too loud for anyone to notice. We were sandwiched in the middle of the crowd and probably just looked like we were dirty dancing. He licked his lips before leaning in close. “You alone, babe? You don’t have to be.”
“No. I’m with him.” I pointed to Kingpin who belted out the song into the mic, his hair covering half his face. “Kingpin.” It’s the only name I knew. The man let go of me so fast I almost fell over. The next second he completely disappeared.
Fuck. I headed straight to the bar and ordered a drink from a fine-looking biker in a tan cowboy hat.
“I.D.?”
“Um, look. I’m twenty-three.”
“Still need to see your I.D. sweetheart.”
“What are you all doing checking I.D.s? Aren’t you supposed to be outlaws?”
