Black and White (Storm's Soldiers MC Book 1) by Paige Notaro

screeched, and I snapped to the sound to see Thurge suffocating the voice from Lily’s mouth with his tongue. The two wound together tighter and tighter, but all it reminded me of were the coils of that fresh white blanket as me and that black girl writhed tighter and tighter together.
    Fuck it. No man had a right to judge my desires. Not even Pop or Calix.
    I knew exactly what kind of girl would make me happy tonight.
    I paid my tab, threw a few words into Thurge’s ear and stepped out into the night to go find her.
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Meagan
    I’d been on duty a couple hours when a motorcycle engine thrummed up to the Volcano . My heart leapt to my throat as it always did now, and I had to tell it to shush. We’d gone through this a half dozen times already just tonight.
    Still, when the door jingled open, I peeked over from the table I was serving.
    It was him.
    Kiara was working up front, but he brushed right passed her and homed in on me with those eyes. I remembered them as they had been, catching dim rays of moonlight as his body bore down on me. Just watching him sidle my way with all that strength had me warming up inside. He came right up and checked me out bottom-to-top. By the end, he had on a crooked little smile that just about stopped my heart.
    “Hey,” was all he said.
    “Uh, hello sir,” I responded, mindful of the customers seated next to me. “Would you like a table?”
    “Only if you’re on it.”
    My voice left my lungs. I heard jaws drop at the table.
    “What do you say?” he went on. The smirk had vanished – he was dead serious.
    “I’m working,” I said.
    “Go tell your boss you’re too tired to walk. It’ll be true soon enough.”
    Good lord. This guy had no filter. And why should he – I was as embarrassed by his words as by how damn dizzy they made me feel.
    I edged away from the table. “That’s not how it works,” I whispered harshly. “I’m on the schedule. I can’t call in sick when I’m already here.”
    He leveled that wind-worn, handsome face at me without saying anything. Just when I felt I might break under the weight of that look, he pulled out a roll of bills. “How bout I just pay him off then?”
    “Pay him of to let me go early?”
    “Yeah.”
    “You want to pay him…to have sex with me.”
    The mask of calm cracked a little, but he recovered with an unbelieving headshake. “That would make you some sort of hooker, wouldn’t it?”
    “It kinda would, yeah.”
    I didn’t bother telling him I didn’t mind the idea one bit – just the notion of letting him free to do to me as he wished. The little lull broke the spell he had cast over me though and made me wonder why it didn’t matter. Was I just a horny little girl ready to cling onto any hunk who winked my way now?
    “What makes you so sure I want to hang out with you again?” I said.
    “I don’t know about hanging out, but your body is telling me you want to fuck.”
    More gasps came from tables throughout the whole damn bar. I shoved us further away from the customers, even then hating myself for the way tugging his shirt sent shocks up my arm. I backed up against a wall.
    “Listen,” I said, steadying my breath. “We had a good time, but we’re not a thing now.”
    “No, we ain’t,” he agreed. “But there’s not much difference between one night and two.”
    Junk food twice in three days. Was that ok? I didn’t have any wisdom with such things, but every inch of my body was crying out to find reason to agree with him.
    “I don’t even know your name,” I said.
    He propped up over me, his breath rustling my neck. “It’s Vaughn.”
    “Oh,” I practically whimpered. “I’m Meagan.”
    “It’s a pleasure to see you Meagan.”
    He smelled of whiskey, but his eyes were sharp and intent, and the way they already seemed to be seeing me naked had me shiver. Past him, I saw several tables eyeing us. I saw Marissa, holding a tray at our side watching me as intently as