LOGAN (BAD BOY BIKER ROMANCE) by Kyle Jacobs Read Free Book Online Page B

immediately started to look around for Logan, but it was just to crowded, and Oliver was a little too short. Eddie pulled him along. "We got a table just for us!" he shouted over the noise.
     
    He was led to a large booth along a side wall, which was on the highest tier. Here they could see the entire bar. Oliver sat down along with the other guys, Eddie snuggling up against him.
     
    "Pretty wild, huh?" Eddie said.
     
    Oliver nodded. This was definitely one of the more higher end establishments he'd been in. He looked down at the stage, as the stripper finished up his set, bent over and wiggling a magnificent butt in the face of a customer who was waving dollar bills at him.
     
    Oliver very much wanted to be on that stage. All that money would be really helpful right now. But he had a purpose tonight, other than money.
     
    Logan.
     
    He peered about, trying to locate him. And then he caught his breath. There Logan was near a back corner. He looked just as handsome as before, perhaps more. He was locked in an intense conversation with Parker.
     
    Oliver really wanted to saunter over and surprise him, but it looked like he was all business at the moment. That was fine. Oliver would wait.
     
    Eddie was watching Oliver and saw he was eyeballing Logan. Eddie leaned over and said, "We need to get sloshed! Drinks! Booze!" He shouted at the waitress. Soon a tray of colorful drinks was brought over. As the guys started to down them, Oliver sipped his drink. He wanted to be mostly sober when he talked to Logan.
     
    But not that sober when I rip his clothes off, he thought with a smile.
     
    "Oh, come on now," Eddie said, looking a little offended. "That is not how we party here, girlfriend. Here," He plopped a vodka shooter in front of them both. "You gotta do this one."
     
    "No, I couldn't. I didn't really eat today," Oliver said. Which wasn't even an lie.
     
    "Uh uh," Eddie said, more insistent. "Let's do this. Everyone!" The other guys grabbed a shooter each and slung them back. Oliver relented and did the same. The alcohol burned as it slid down his throat. Not all that unpleasant a sensation.
     
    Eddie introduced the other guys, but Oliver was terrible with names. And the booze didn't help.
     
    The guy sitting next to him, named Cole, started chatting Oliver up. Everyone was joking and laughing.
     
    Eddie nudged Oliver. "Here's a looker for ya."
     
    Oliver looked up at a large, very handsome man who approached their table. He was taken aback at how chiseled his features were, and his movie star good looks.
     
    Wow, he thought. They sprout up everywhere here. He couldn't tell how much of that was the booze or his libido.
     
    The large man leaned over and offered his hand to Oliver, "Hey,  you're new here. What's your name, cutie?"
     
    Oliver took his hand, which engulfed his completely. It was calloused and warm. "Oliver."
     
    The big man smiled standing up. "Friends call me Ryder. You having a good time?"
     
    Oliver nodded, feeling his world swim a little. Strangely Oliver seemed fixated on Ryder's large pectorals which bulged beneath his tight t-shirt. "Yup!" he declared.
     
    Ryder grinned. "Well, you let me know when you want a better one." He walked away to disappear into the crowd.
     
    All the guys at the table made teasing noises, and everyone laughed.
     
    "Hot, huh?" Eddie said.
     
    "Yeah," Oliver said. "Who is he, anyway?"
     
    "He's with the Club," Eddie said. "An up and comer. Maybe President one day."
     
    Oliver was impressed. But after all this booze, he figured he would be impressed with anything right about now.
     
    "I know that's a big deal to them," Oliver said. His words were starting to slur.
     
    "You do?" Eddie asked with a smile. "How?"
     
    "Oh, I used to be hooked up with a guy in the Silver Hounds," he said. It came out as more boastful than it felt.
     
    "Who?" Eddie asked, a little insistent.
     
    "His name was Gavin. A complete dick, really," Oliver said. And as soon as the words