RUSH (A Stone Kings Motorcycle Club Romance) by Daphne Loveling Read Free Book Online Page B

don’t be that way!”
    I sighed.  He looked for all the world like a hopeful puppy dog.  A puppy dog with six-pack abs and gorgeous hair.  But I was resolved. I shook my head. “You know, forget it.  It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry, Nate, but no.  Look, no hard feelings, okay?  It’s just over. That’s all.”
    “Yeah, okay,” he said sadly, seemingly resigned.  Then his eyes lit up hopefully.  “But See…”
    “Yeah?”
    “I’m pretty sure I can get tickets to the Candy Claws concert next Friday. You wanna go?”
    I realized what he was trying to do. Reel me in with a sudden gesture. Just like he always did. Looking back on our relationship, and on how many times he had done this, I suddenly felt like the biggest idiot in the world for letting him get away with it.  “No, Nate,” I said gently. “I’m sure you can find someone else to go with.”  And I was.  The random girl he was probably going to sponge the tickets off, for example.
    I had to hand it to Nate, though.  At least he didn’t give me a hard time once he realized my mind was made up.    As I left his place, even as I was sad that we had meant so little to each other, I knew it was for the best.
    So, that was one guy out of my life, I thought now as I got ready for work.  I wasn’t really looking forward to working today, but after this I would have two days off.  I was pretty pumped to just have some me-time.  I was way behind on laundry, I hadn’t deep-conditioned my hair in forever, and I had a library book that I wanted to finish before it was overdue.  And I figured maybe Carly and I could go catch a movie or something.
    That afternoon found me back behind the bar at the Cactus.  I was working two p.m. until ten with Andi and a couple of the waitresses. Our boss, Wes, was there, too, trying to catch up on some bills.  Wes was in his mid-forties, balding, and not fat but doughy, like someone who hardly ever did any sort of manual labor and lived on a diet of frozen pizza and Coke. He wasn’t married, and as far as we knew had never been in a relationship the whole time we had known him.  That didn’t stop him from making crude observations about the women who came into the bar, which ones he found attractive, and which ones were “dogs.”  It sucked, but I mostly tried to ignore it. Jobs were kind of hard to come by in Lupine, and I needed mine. 
    “Look at that one,” Wes was whistling under his breath as a couple of co-eds walked out the door. “Look at that ass.” I had just come back from my break and was tying my apron back on.
    Andi rolled her eyes and looked over at me. “Yeah, Wes, she’s young enough to be your daughter.  Shit, I’m young enough to be your daughter.  Shouldn’t you be letching after someone your own age? Or at least a little closer?
    Wes turned away from the door and shook his head at Andi. “Andi, men are wired differently from women. We just naturally go for women with a particular hip to waist ratio,” he said, as though he were a teacher lecturing a particularly dense student. “It’s scientifically proven to be a biological fact.  There isn’t anything we can do about it.”
    Andi snorted. “Uh, yeah, there is. You could stop being a freaking pig whenever you see a woman younger than forty with a nice figure.  Seriously, dude. Go sign up on eHarmony or whatever old people do to find love. Or at least just go jack off to Pornhub in your office and get your gross self under control.”
    Wes narrowed his eyes in anger. “You watch yourself, Andi.” He stomped off toward the back as Andi erupted into peals of laughter.
    “Jeez, Andi, that was pretty blunt,” I said, worried. “Wes could fire your ass for saying stuff like that.”
    “Oh, please,” Andi laughed.  “He won’t fire me. He likes staring at my tits too much.”
    I had to concede, Wes really did like looking at Andi’s breasts.  Luckily, she seemed unafraid to call him on it, and as a result,