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Fuck.
Lust took over, creating a very visceral picture in my head. The moment I laid eyes on her after so many years, I didn’t see the girl from my hometown, but a gorgeous, sensual woman. I wanted to taste her everywhere as if I had every right. I wanted to fuck her in all kinds of positions and see how far her eyes darkened and how hard she screamed her pleasure. But now, all I could think about was fucking her in this car until we were both so lost in this blinding, crazed attraction.
It would only take one shift for her to feel my erection pulsing for her. It would only take some cajoling for her to ride my cock, her tits bouncing and her mouth open while she sought her climax. I imagined her enjoying it, her head thrown back and my name on her lips while she fucked me hard. I fisted my hand on the steering wheel, on the verge of leaning over and destroying the wall between fantasy and reality.
“Matthew?”
Her voice was innocent and questioning, not the keening moan swimming in my head. It was hushed, too, as if some part deep inside her was already aware of my thoughts even if she hadn’t figured it out yet. But this woman trusted me—enough to share her deepest, darkest hurts, and I didn’t want to be the bastard who took advantage. I was a depraved old man, sixteen years older than her. I was old enough to be her father, for Christ’s sake.AndI was friends with her father.
I should be a better man than that damned ex who broke her trust.
Before she could feel my boner persistently pushing against my pants, I lifted her off my lap and deposited her back in the passenger seat. She made a sound of surprise, then studied my expression, which revealed nothing. That moment of preoccupation gave me enough time to quickly adjust myself, maintaining the idea that I was nothing but a friend to her. What a fucking lie. But I had to hold on to that lie for her sake.
Still shaken, I cleared my throat. “We should head back inside. We’ve had a long day and should get some rest.”
She bit her lip, drawing my gaze there. “I meant to ask…”
“What?”
I sensed her hesitance. “Was that rat incident just a prank? Where did you and Sebastian go after?”
Oh, she was perceptive. I thought of telling her before rejecting the idea instantly, unsure what she would think of the motorcycle club. It was a huge part of my life and a secret to most people. Honestly, I didn’t think she was ready for it yet. She knew me as the reliable Matthew, her father’s friend and now somewhat her friend, too. Not the leader of the Huntsmen, who wasn’t afraid of violence when needed.
And no matter how much I wanted her, nothing beyond that should ever happen between us.
“It was nothing. Just settling some things with the cops. Now, come on. It’s getting late.”
CHAPTER 6
SOPHIE
“Can I please get a glass of ice? And would you please make sure it’s filled to the brim?”
It was an odd request, but I was getting used to odd requests. I was also getting used to Charity Philips, the woman who came in here three times a week to order a glass of whiskey and a plate of fries. That was all she ever ordered, and it didn’t take me long to figure out that she nursed her drink until the end of the night because she was only really here for one thing: ogling Sebastian while he walked around to help out or just stayed in the background.
“Sure, Miss Philips. Coming right up.”
“How old are you?”
The question caught me off-guard. Sam usually just gave me orders and kept things business-like, though I recalled a time or two when she asked me about my boyfriend. I should have known they weren’t as casual as I thought. Brushing it off my mind, I smiled at Charity.
“I’m twenty-three, Miss Philips.”
“That’s young, but not young enough for you to keep doing that.”
“Keep doing that?”
The woman tossed a chip of ice in her mouth and sucked on it. “You should stop calling me Miss Philips and just call me Charity. Miss Philips makes me feel like a hag. Unless that’s what you’re trying to imply.”
My eyes widened and I shook my head vigorously before I noticed her twinkling eyes. I paused, studying her.
“Was that my cue to tell you that you’re not a hag but a total knockout?”
She beamed, obviously liking how fast I caught on.
“Well, yes, of course.”
I bit back a smile. “I’m sorry I missed it. But yes, you’re a total knockout.”
