Free Through The Weeds (Nightshade MC Book 2) by Shannon Flagg Page B

I could use a drink.”
    He wasn't alone in that. There was a rush to the bar. Buster walked over to where Caroline sat. As he got closer, he realized that she was crying. There were no sobs, just streaks of tears on her cheeks. She wiped them as she saw him coming.
    “I'm okay. It's just... I saw Hector just the other day. He was really a nice guy. Before Wayne, I never knew anyone who was killed, and now they're just piling up on me.” She let out a shaky laugh. “And you've got bigger things to worry about than this.”
    “Come on.” Buster held out his hand to her. “Let's go outside. Get some air and some quiet.” She took his hand and rose to her feet. She was steadier, a lot steadier than she had been. Enough time had passed that she was starting to sober up. “This isn't exactly how I saw our evening ending.”
    “Me either,” she replied. “I thought my toes would be curled by now.”
    It took Buster a beat to realize what she meant. He laughed. “You really get sex on the mind when you drink tequila. I'm going to have to remember that.”
    “I'm sorry. Am I being obnoxious about it? I do that. I'll try and keep my mouth shut.”
    “Why in the world would you do that?” Buster opened the door and they stepped outside. It was warmer than he'd thought it would be. The air was heavy, as if it was about to start raining. “And you're far from obnoxious, Caroline. Far from it.”
    “I used to embarrass my ex. He said I got crass when I drank. I didn't drink much around him.”
    “Well, I can say with some certainty that he was an asshole.” Buster led her over to the bench in front of the bar, sat down and pulled her onto his lap. “I think it's really sexy.” She relaxed against him. Buster stroked his hand up and down her outer thigh. “Did you have fun tonight?”
    “I did.” She turned on his lap, nuzzled her face against his chest. “Did you?”
    “Yes.” There was no doubt in his mind about that. “I like spending time with you, but I think you've figured that out already.”
    “I had a little clue, well actually, it wasn't so little.” She shifted on his lap again.
    “You've really got a one track mind right now, huh?” Buster let his hand slide to her inner thigh. He felt her tense. “And don't you dare apologize for it. Maybe there's something I can do to help you out with that.”
    “Oh?” Caroline let him move her so that her back was against his chest. “Oh!” She hissed in a sharp breath as his hand slid beneath her shirt. She leaned back, arched her back as his fingers teased the bud of her nipple through the lace of her bra. “Buster, people can see!” She hissed the words even as her body moved softly against him.
    “Do you see any people, Caroline?” Buster moved his other hand to the button of her jeans. “If you want me to stop, you just say it.” He slid her zipper down and gave her a chance to object but she didn't. His fingers felt lace under the denim. “Pretty panties.”
    “You can't even see them.”
    “I can feel them. I can feel you. You're burning up.” Buster pinched down on her nipple, felt her body jerk. “You like that, huh?” She moaned in response, moved her hips against him. He stroked his finger over the lace, over her clit and she moaned again.
    He hadn't expected her to be so responsive, so ready when he'd barely touched her. “Maybe I should just pull your pants down, bend you over and fuck you right here.” She whimpered at that suggestion. “You'd like that, wouldn't you?” He pushed her hair to the side so that he could nip down on her neck.
    “Buster!” She gasped. A whimpering sob followed as she spread her legs wider. “Please.” Buster shoved the lace of her panties to the side and touched her without the barrier of the lace. She went wild as his finger traced a slow circle over her clit.
    “Come on, keep your legs open for me. That's good. Just like that.” Buster reached down deep for all of his self control, he'd