Sweet Perdition by Cynthia Rayne Read Free Book Online

coffee somewhere.”
    “ No arguments, Pinky. I’m going to feed you.” He slapped her bottom. “But, you can’t wear the dress. I might have some clothes that would fit you.”
    He rummaged through a drawer and came up with a Queen tank top. It had been cut with pinking shears to further lower the neckline, which left a little saw-toothed design. He also held a pair of nearly threadbare women’s jeans.
    What a choice. She glanced at the pink nightmare in her grasp and then at the obviously skanky girl’s cast-offs. She quickly decided anything would be better than putting on the stupid dress, so she held out a hand for the clothes.
    “ These belong to an ex-girlfriend?” she asked, fishing for information. He said he didn’t bring girls from the bar home, but maybe he’d had a relationship sometime in his past?
    “ Yeah, I don’t do girlfriends,” he muttered. “Those belong to my mother.”
    She stared at him, open-mouthed. His mother wore these?!
    “ Get a move on,” he said. “I’m starving!”
    ***
    Yep, I’m hanging out at a biker bar. Again. The last twenty-four hours hadn’t been exactly normal. Ryker had pulled out a stool for her while he and Fetch, the bartender from last night, went to the kitchen to make some “man food”.
    Thank God for coffee.
    He’d had left her with a Texas-sized mug loaded down with sugar and cream and a pot full of freshly brewed coffee for when supplies ran low. She drank it down gratefully. While not exactly hung over, she did feel a bit tired.
    She couldn’t help but smile about, make that deliciously tired.
    Her phone buzzed in the pocket of her painted on jeans and she barely managed to slide it out. Dipshit calling. Well, texting.
    Carl: Are you busy or something ?
    She hit delete. Find a new hobby, Carl. Then, she updated his contact name to Dipshit. Petty? Sure, but it made her laugh.
    He’d been weird at the wedding last night. She hadn’t seen him in months and suddenly he wanted to talk. He had even followed her around the reception, moving with her from table to table and then eventually asked her to dance. At one point, she thought he wanted to kiss her. She’d mumbled some lame excuses and tried her best to avoid him the rest of the night.
    Maybe it had been the bridesmaid dress?
    The neckline had been way too low, not as showy as Lisa’s but still , very provocative. She had been worried her breasts would accidently bounce out of it when she promenaded up the aisle. Or maybe he had a case of wedding jitters and wanted the familiarity of his old girlfriend? Whatever the case, it had been a crappy night.
    She took another sip of her coffee and watched as another biker walked in. Like Ryker, he had the same leather vest, patched with the club logo. He rocked a pair of impossibly tight blue jeans and a red shirt. He poured himself a cup of coffee, then eyed her over the rim of his mug. The biker had scruffy appearance, a very pronounced five o’clock shadow on the lean planes of his face and dark hair fell below his ears, which barely peeked out beneath his ten gallon hat. He wore a pair of cactus cowboy boots to complete the look and she placed him in his early thirties.
    He winked at her. “Mornin’, honey. Ain’t seen you here before.”
    She blinked, startled out of staring at him by his voice. She hadn’t even realized she’d been giving him the once over. She placed her cup on the counter. “Well, I’m new.”
    “I thought so,” he said, getting closer and nudging her shoulder playfully with his elbow. “You’re up early. You a new hellion?” He cocked his head to the side. “Yes, indeed. All bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.” His voice got lower as he said the last bit.
    She narrowed her eyes at him, not sure exactly what to do in this situation. “I’m not sure what a hellion is, but somehow I can safely say no.”
    To make matters worse, the cute blond biker from last night strolled in, the one who’d been videoing her playing