Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(92)

“Hey sweet cakes, want me to get that juice for ya?” She’s reaching for the top shelf, but the juice is pushed back too far for her. She turns to face me and I’m hit with some icy blue eyes in almond shaped eyes. I swear my dick convulses when I see her face, even if she is scowling. Her expression quickly changes to surprised. There’s only one person I’ve seen with those eyes before. I blink and she comes into focus. Holy f*ck, she’s grown up. London Layla Traverson, my school age crush. Boy she was a sweet one when we were in school. I still remember the only time I ever got to hold her close. Her best friend’s mom had just died and London was a mess too. I was so happy I got to hold her, but I don’t know if she even realized it was me that day. Those beautiful blue eyes blink up at me a few times and I smirk. You aren’t the only one who’s changed.

“Hey hot stuff, that’d be great.” She says sassily and winks at me. Oh sweet cakes, you have no clue what you just did. I’m gonna get a taste of you this time. I rest one hand on her hip as I reach past her and grab the juice. I squeeze my fingers a little and I hear her suck in her breath. That’s right baby. I hand her the juice and grin my panty dropper grin down at her. Works every time.

“Thank you, what a true gentleman.” She hits me back with a little smirk.

“Baby they’re ain’t nothin gentle about me.” I reach out and tuck a piece of her silky black hair behind her ear. She chuckles a little and shakes her head like I just told her something cute.

“See ya around BABY.” She says the baby part sarcastically and starts to walk off. Grrrr I’m so gonna smack that ass when I get her on all four’s.

“Wait a sec, you left without asking for my number.” She turns back and rolls her eyes at me.

“Why would I give you my number if you call me baby? Real original. Clearly I’m not like every “baby” out there. I’m colorful, at least try a little harder next time.” She starts to walk to the front to a cash register. Well f*ck, apparently she’s grown into a ball buster too. That’s too bad; she used to be so sweet in school. Then again the last time I saw her I was in 7th grade. It’s been what like 10 years? She was a year younger than me but I used to go to her math class and help some of the students with math questions they had. She would always smile real sweet and ask me to help her. I thought she might have a little crush on me but I was shy back then. I ended up moving away. Well my dad went to jail so I didn’t have a place to live anymore. I guess you call that “Moving.”

I check out and head to the bike. I guess I had less shit then London because she comes walking out as I’m stuffing my purchases in my big backpack. She’s parked one row over and there isn’t many people here yet so the lot’s pretty empty.

“Hey Layla!” I holler at her and she looks around the parking lot before her eye’s come to rest on mine. She looks at me puzzled, probably wondering how I know her middle name.

“The only other thing I’ve ever called “Baby” is my bike. So take it as a huge compliment, sugar tits.” I start my bike and rev the engine. She says something but I can’t hear her over my pipes. I give her a two finger salute and drive out of the parking lot.

I keep checking my mirrors and London is right behind me. Not too close or anything, but enough so I can tell it’s her. She can’t live out here unless she lives’ out of town. The compound is outside Georgetown about 20 minutes to the east. Maybe she’s in school up at College Station? I make my turn to the compound—bye baby, glad I got to see you grown. I give the sign to the prospect at the gate. Shit what’s his name again? I’m supposed to pay attention if he’s doin ok so I can eventually vote him in. Ah f*ck it, I’ll ask Ares later. He’s the Enforcer and knows everything about everybody.

I park and shut off my bike as I’m climbing off; a car parks next to me. I look up Shit he let London through the gate?! She climbs out of her little silver Honda Civic.

“Hey!”

“What’s up?” Maybe she decided to give me her number after all. She rounds the front of her car and comes to stand in front of me.

“Why did you call me Layla?” She has her forehead scrunched up and she looks adorable.

“It’s your name right?” I ask her seriously. I know it used to drive her crazy when people would call her Layla because someone would always end up singing the song with it.

“Yo Cain! You just comin back from town?” I look over and Ares is walking towards me. Ares is a big motherf*cker, I’m talking 6’6” and built like a brick house.

“Yea man, just hit up H.E.B. why?” I check him over, he doesn’t seem to be pissed about anything. Yet I’m one of the few he actually let’s see him get pissed. He likes to blank out on anyone else if something bothers him.

“Nothin bro, just need some smokes. I’ll ride in, get some gas too.” He gives me a chin lift and sits on his bike.

“I thought you quit man? Your ass is gonna get Cancer with all the road fumes!” Yes I am conscious about health, I may not make great decisions but I do try to take care of myself when I’m not partying. The only time I touch any drugs is before I brawl. Hence my name: “Cain.” I like a little cocaine before my fight, it helps get me hyped up and ready to rip a f*cker apart.

“When did you grow a *? I left my momma a long time ago, but if you wanna do some dishes go on in and let Candy know. She’ll be happy to let you help her clean up.”