Lonely Souls (Book 10)

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I watched Chloe as she sat at the bar, laughing and talking to Smokey and Bear as Smokey laid it on thick.

He was trying so hard to get into her tight little jeans and she wasn't falling for his shit.

She looked good tonight, I had to admit, she had on a tight little pair of jeans, some biker boots and a corset top that made her tits look even bigger. The chick new how to dress to get a biker's interest, I'd give her that.

I watched as she bobbed around to the music and sang the lyrics.

How did she know every fucking song? The music went from country, to dirty rock to some up beat shit.

"You know your music."

"My dad, uncles and cousins are musicians. I know everything from classic rock to old country to classical." She snorted.

"I'm gonna test that shit." I chuckled.

"Yo, Rocks!" I hollered out and Rocks came to stand by me immediately, while everyone else stopped what they were doing to look at me.

"Yeah, Church?" He asked.

"Play Korn." I rose my glass to Chloe as she smiled at me. There was no way in hell. They were beyond my time, "All in the family. Let's see if the girl knows that shit."

"Shit!" She nodded thoughtfully, "Okay... Okay..."

"Wait!" Smokey shouted, "We need a wager!"

I narrowed my eyes at him.

Maybe it was the whisky in my system, but the fact that Smokey hangin' on her was pissing me off.

"What's the wager?" She gaped at him.

"You get it, you dance with Church, you don't get it," He grinned, "You make out with me."

"I can't dance!" She gaped at him.

"Neither can Church." He snorted.

"Fucker!" I snorted, downing my drink, "I'll teach her how to dance if she gets the fucking lyrics right."

"Don't I get a say?" She gaped between the two of us, "Because the way you guys are saying it, either way I lose here!"

Everyone, including me, laughed.

"Fine, Princess," I put my glass down on the table and Monk filled it, "What do you want if you win?"

"You to mow my lawn." She grinned widely and wagged her eyebrows at me, "Shirtless."

That got another round of laughs, even Ali was laughing.

"Why shirtless?" I snorted.

"Because, you seem like a very uptight kind of guy." She gave me a once over and snorted, "Do you sleep in that vest?"

"Fine, but if I win, you mop up my shop for two weeks." I grinned, giving her a once over and wagging my brows, "Shirtless."

Ali gasped, but everyone else waited silently for her answer.

"Game on." She snorted and held her chin high.

"Play the fucking song!" I slammed my hand on the table.

When the song started, she began to bob her head and sing along to the first couple lines, but when the song really started, she stood and made a show of it, singing in Smokey's face, then coming over to me and singing in my face.

She knew all the fucking lyrics and knew how to sing 'em.

I pulled the keys to my truck out of my pocket and handed 'em to Ali, as I motioned to Monk and glared at him until handed me the bottle.



"No offence, but I knew I'd win," I laughed at Church's sullen expression, "It's on my biking playlist."

"You set my ass up." He chugged his whisky.

"Mmmm." I grinned, taking another swig of my bourbon. I was drunk and doing well, "I wonder if Amazon has mowers... I pulled my phone out of my corset to pull up Amazon and check, but before I could, I noticed Church watching me, his eyes wide.

"What?" I gaped back.

"How the hell did you fit that between your tits?"

"Easily," I shrugged and put it back in, "See."

"Fuck..." He closed his eyes and went back to his drink.

I just shrugged and went to visit Ali, who turned to me instantly.

"You know the entire club will be there right?" She grinned crazily, "He never makes a bet he doesn't cash in. This should be fun!"

"I'll be there with a fucking lawn chair and a cold brew." Sparks chuckled, coming up to us.

"I'll be right next to you." I laughed.

"Come on," Church came up behind me and nudged me, "We're dancing."

"But I don't dance!" I gaped at him.

"I'll teach you." He cleared his throat, "It ain't hard.

"I don't think-." I started as we made it to the dancefloor.

"It's dancing, not thinking." He snorted, turn around.

"What are you going to do to me?" I teased.

"Just turn around, Chloe." The crooked grin on his face said he was having fun with this.

"Fine." I rolled my eyes and turned around.

"I saw it earlier, you've got the groove, you just need the right lead." He spoke in my ear as he pressed his chest to my back.

His hands landed on my hips and sent goosebumps going through me.

"Put your arms around my neck, Princess." His hands slid up my body and pulled my arms around his neck.

His beard felt so good in the crook of my neck. It was course and scruffy, but sexy as hell.

He was so close that I could smell the whisky on his breath, but beyond that was his natural musk that heated me to the core.

"Leave your body lose, so I can move it." His voice was almost seductive in my ear and I felt that heat pool between my legs.

"Easier said than done." I snorted, "I kind of have a wall behind me."

"Concentrate on the music and the feel of it, not me." He snorted, "Now, sway your hips to the beat, like this." He began to move his hips to the music and I pushing mine to follow.

The beat was heavy and deep and so were his movements and my body melt to his will... Oh, good Lord... Was it hot in here.

"See, you can dance." I could hear the grin in his voice as his hands moved from my hips to my stomach.

As I swayed my hips into his, my arms moved from his neck so that my hands could just touch the hair on his head. I just needed to feel more of him. At the contact, he let out the sweetest groan into my neck and I melted even more.

He'd already gotten further than every fmguy I'd ever dated, and he had me wanting more, just from his dancing.

He reached up, grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly before pulling my arm from around his neck and twirling me to face him.

Before I knew it, his lips were on mine, hard and urgent, but before I could comprehend what was happening, everyone started to hoot and hollar and he pulled away just as quick.

"Shit." He sighed, keeping me in his hold, "Uhm, I'll have Ali drive you home and come back for me. I'm fucking wasted and uh..." His eyes moved to my lips, "Yeah. I want you to respect me in the morning."

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