Free Pack Challenge by Shelly Laurenston Page B

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    “Then you fit in perfectly around here.” Zach motioned to the beer in her hand. “Want another one?” Okay, was he buying her a drink or just buying her a drink? Hhhhm. This is a new level of idiotic questions, Morrighan.
    But before she could turn him down or shove her tongue down his throat, he said, “Behind you.”
    “What?”
    He didn’t repeat himself. Just grabbed hold of her jacket and yanked her over to him. Her body slammed up against his, her breasts pressing into his hard chest. She gasped in surprise and sexual awareness. Oh, yeah, this guy felt good! Still, that didn’t mean he could go around grabbing her. Before she could tell him to get his big paws off her fat ass, something slammed into her from behind, shoving her closer to Zach. At this point, if she were any closer, they’d be fucking.
    Sara’s eyes stayed locked on Zach’s rich hazel ones. No one had ever looked at her like this. Like they could eat her alive.
    For a split second she thought he might actually try and kiss her—
    and she didn’t know whether she’d kiss him back or stab him in the face—but his next comment took her by surprise.
    “Nice jacket.”
    “Uh…” Sara looked down at the worn and very loved jacket she wore as often as she could. “Thanks?”
    “Where’d you get it from?”
    That was none of his goddamn business, but she heard herself answering before she could stop herself. “It was my dad’s.” His hazel eyes searched hers like he was trying to figure out if she were lying. Definitely not a guy who trusted a lot of women.
    After several moments, he muttered, “Good.” Before she could deal with why that might be good and why the hell did he care about her wardrobe and why did he keep looking at her like
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    steak tar tar; the chanting behind her picked up volume and her eyes widened in panic.
    “Get her! Get her!”
    Oh, Lord!
    Sara pulled away from Zach and spun around. Two women viciously fought each other and Sara leaned forward, trying to get a good look.
    “You thought it was me, didn’t you?”
    Standing up straight, Sara couldn’t believe the overwhelming relief coursing through her when she realized Angie sat on the stool beside her and not in the middle of the bar fight.
    “No. Of course not,” she lied. “I was being nosy is all.”
    “Lying heifer.” Angie sipped her beer and crossed her legs. Audible groans came from the men around her.
    “So, Morrighan, having fun?”
    Sara stared at her friend until she realized Angie kept motioning at Zach…and that Zach had noticed.
    “Jesus Christ!” She grabbed Angie’s arm and dragged her around the bar and into the back. Not surprisingly, Miki sat on a box of liquor reading a book.
    “What’s going on?” she asked while standing and walking over to them.
    “I swear, Santiago! You are an idiot!”
    “I’m only trying to help you along. The guy is all over you and you need to let him know you’re interested before some other biker slut, such as yourself, snaps him up with a well-timed blow job.”
    “I’m not interested. I’m not a biker slut. And eeewww.”
    “You so are interested.”
    “He’s on the List,” Miki chimed in.
    Angie shoved Miki by her shoulder. “Shut up.”
    “Don’t shove me,” Miki snapped, shoving Angie back.
    As the ugly slap fight ensued, Sara went back out into the bar.
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    Shelly Laurenston

    Zach watched her limp back into the bar. The two women who had been fighting—and gave him the perfect excuse to drag Sara’s amazingly delicious body right into his—had been dragged out by the bouncers.
    To his surprise, she limped back to the stool next to him and slid back on it. He barely caught his growl in time when he thought about her doing the same move to his face.
    “Everything okay?” Zach asked.
    Sara shrugged. “Just another night at Skelly’s. Nothing to worry your pretty, big, fat head about.”
    It took a lot not to laugh. For a girl raised as