he’s never used hard drugs, but junkies have lied to me countless times before.
Morgan runs a hand through his spiky black hair. "Sorry, I thought you were Bryan."
Stepping aside, he passes me and parts the beads, retreating into the shop. Bryan ducks behind me into the bathroom, and slams the door before I can even ask if Morgan lied about using drugs.
The bikers that come in here know and respect my wishes because they understand I have a kid living upstairs. I might have to set this group straight. Bryan didn’t look like he was high, but some people are good at hiding it.
The bathroom door opens and Bryan walks into the hall, brows arched over brown eyes. He runs a hand over his blue Mohawk and scratches his neck.
Yeah, I waited for him. If Morgan lied I’m sure his friend will know the truth. Would he tell me if he’s a junkie, too? He doesn’t know about the convo Morgan and I had. "Hey, can I ask you something?"
He grins. "Sure, but if it’s about my size, ask my girlfriend, Lina. I don’t think she likes me to share that info."
I shake my head and bite back a laugh. "You’ve been friends with Morgan a while?"
"Yeah. Why?" His brown eyes sparkle and it looks like he’s trying to hold in a laugh. "You like him?"
Like him? I don’t even know him. Sure, he's sexy as hell, but— "Is he on something?"
"What do you mean?"
Seriously? "Speed? Coke? Smack? Ecstasy? Shrooms? Do I really have to name them all?"
“Why? You dealing?” He laughs. When he sees that I don’t think it’s funny, he sighs. "Just messin’ with you. No, I can honestly say Morgan is drug free. Why’d you think that?"
"His eyes–"
"He had a rough night. A record producer came out to see our show, and we didn’t do so great." He makes his way down the hall and I follow him.
"That sucks. But I thought you guys were great." More like Morgan was great. The way he commanded the stage replays in my mind like it’s been doing all day. When I remember the part where it felt like he was staring straight at me, my stomach flutters again.
"Thanks." Bryan pushes through the beaded curtain out into my shop.
My heart is somewhere in my throat, and after the run-in I had with Morgan, I’m a little apprehensive about joining everyone. That’s nuts. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. Who cares what he thinks? So what, I’m a blunt person. If he doesn’t like it, he doesn’t have to be here. I part the beads and try to act cool.
"What the hell were you two doing back there?" Bebe laughs and waggles her brows, then goes back to tattooing the blond guy in her chair.
The redhead under Tryst’s gun shoots me a glare. Must be Bryan’s girlfriend, Lina .
Bryan moves to her side and whispers in her ear. She looks at me and laughs.
What the hell is so funny? I look around the room and see Morgan lounging in Gary’s unused chair. He’s eying me. Ignore him.
"Who needs a tatt?" I glance at Bryan.
He shakes his head. "Waiting on Tryst. Think I should get it done by the same guy who's doing my girlfriend."
Morgan’s misplaced laughter has me turning my head. He shakes his then reaches for the hem of his shirt. Every inch of his smooth, tan muscles bunch. His biceps, pecs and abs all move fluidly, sending torpedoes of lightening from my head to my toes. I stare and probably look like a crazy person hopped up on too many meds.
"Hey, space cadet?" Bebe pulls me from my stupor and nods toward Morgan. "Are you going to do him or what?"
Do him? Hell yeah, I want to do him. But not the way Bebe’s implying. That’s a very dangerous thought. The man has “another Gary” written all over him. He’s the bad boy type I fell for long ago. Him sitting in Gary’s chair slams the truth home. Ben . I have to think about him. That means no more Mr. Wrongs.
Morgan smiles and his lip ring shines. "So, you gonna work on me?"
God, that lip ring.
The image of taking his mouth then slowly kissing my way down his body clouds my thoughts. Having
Morgan runs a hand through his spiky black hair. "Sorry, I thought you were Bryan."
Stepping aside, he passes me and parts the beads, retreating into the shop. Bryan ducks behind me into the bathroom, and slams the door before I can even ask if Morgan lied about using drugs.
The bikers that come in here know and respect my wishes because they understand I have a kid living upstairs. I might have to set this group straight. Bryan didn’t look like he was high, but some people are good at hiding it.
The bathroom door opens and Bryan walks into the hall, brows arched over brown eyes. He runs a hand over his blue Mohawk and scratches his neck.
Yeah, I waited for him. If Morgan lied I’m sure his friend will know the truth. Would he tell me if he’s a junkie, too? He doesn’t know about the convo Morgan and I had. "Hey, can I ask you something?"
He grins. "Sure, but if it’s about my size, ask my girlfriend, Lina. I don’t think she likes me to share that info."
I shake my head and bite back a laugh. "You’ve been friends with Morgan a while?"
"Yeah. Why?" His brown eyes sparkle and it looks like he’s trying to hold in a laugh. "You like him?"
Like him? I don’t even know him. Sure, he's sexy as hell, but— "Is he on something?"
"What do you mean?"
Seriously? "Speed? Coke? Smack? Ecstasy? Shrooms? Do I really have to name them all?"
“Why? You dealing?” He laughs. When he sees that I don’t think it’s funny, he sighs. "Just messin’ with you. No, I can honestly say Morgan is drug free. Why’d you think that?"
"His eyes–"
"He had a rough night. A record producer came out to see our show, and we didn’t do so great." He makes his way down the hall and I follow him.
"That sucks. But I thought you guys were great." More like Morgan was great. The way he commanded the stage replays in my mind like it’s been doing all day. When I remember the part where it felt like he was staring straight at me, my stomach flutters again.
"Thanks." Bryan pushes through the beaded curtain out into my shop.
My heart is somewhere in my throat, and after the run-in I had with Morgan, I’m a little apprehensive about joining everyone. That’s nuts. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. Who cares what he thinks? So what, I’m a blunt person. If he doesn’t like it, he doesn’t have to be here. I part the beads and try to act cool.
"What the hell were you two doing back there?" Bebe laughs and waggles her brows, then goes back to tattooing the blond guy in her chair.
The redhead under Tryst’s gun shoots me a glare. Must be Bryan’s girlfriend, Lina .
Bryan moves to her side and whispers in her ear. She looks at me and laughs.
What the hell is so funny? I look around the room and see Morgan lounging in Gary’s unused chair. He’s eying me. Ignore him.
"Who needs a tatt?" I glance at Bryan.
He shakes his head. "Waiting on Tryst. Think I should get it done by the same guy who's doing my girlfriend."
Morgan’s misplaced laughter has me turning my head. He shakes his then reaches for the hem of his shirt. Every inch of his smooth, tan muscles bunch. His biceps, pecs and abs all move fluidly, sending torpedoes of lightening from my head to my toes. I stare and probably look like a crazy person hopped up on too many meds.
"Hey, space cadet?" Bebe pulls me from my stupor and nods toward Morgan. "Are you going to do him or what?"
Do him? Hell yeah, I want to do him. But not the way Bebe’s implying. That’s a very dangerous thought. The man has “another Gary” written all over him. He’s the bad boy type I fell for long ago. Him sitting in Gary’s chair slams the truth home. Ben . I have to think about him. That means no more Mr. Wrongs.
Morgan smiles and his lip ring shines. "So, you gonna work on me?"
God, that lip ring.
The image of taking his mouth then slowly kissing my way down his body clouds my thoughts. Having
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