Torched by Shay Mara Page A

she worked her ass off, was good with his customers, and didn’t have a judgmental bone in her body. She hadn’t opened up at all, but Snoop claimed he’d found himself spilling his guts to her. Torch was floored to hear that he’d not only given her the rundown of MC life, but told her stories she probably had no business hearing as an outsider. But the fact that she’d been more intrigued than put off by it, in turn, intrigued him.
    So much so, that he still couldn’t get his damn dick to go down hours later. A cold shower seemed like his only option. Maybe he could freeze his balls into submission.
    The sun was just starting to come up when he peeled himself from the couch, undressed, and hopped in the tub, letting a stream of cold water shock his system into shifting gears. He stayed in there for as long as he could take it, knowing that as soon as Liv woke up, he’d be battling his senses all over again. He just didn’t think it would happen before his first cup of coffee.
    As he was drying off, she walked right in.
    “Oh shit,” she croaked, backing up to the doorway and turning her head away. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I’m still half asleep.”
    Torch froze. She was in a short, silky robe that barely covered that pussy he’d been craving for weeks. With her hair a mess, and makeup smeared around her eyes, his mind drifted to what she’d look like after a wild night of fucking.
    There was no question about it, he had to see that.
    She put a hand over her eyes and turned her head back to him, separating her ring and index fingers slightly, completely defeating the fucking point. Her obvious attempt at a peek made Torch chuckle. He grabbed his jeans from the floor and pulled them on.
    “It’s all good, babe,” he said with a grin. “He’s been dying to meet you.”
    She scratched her head and grimaced. “Yeah.. I… Um… Shit… I’ll let you finish—”
    “Go ahead, I’m done in here.” He picked up his shirt from the floor and brushed by her, making sure to run his hand along her hip as he passed. He could swear her breath hitched.
    He found his way around Snoop’s kitchen and started up a pot of coffee. Impatience got the best of him, so he poured a cup as soon as enough of it had dripped through and headed outside for a smoke. Or five. This was definitely a morning for chain-smoking. The cold shower’s calming effect had worn off the minute she walked in on him.
    Twenty minutes later, he heard the sliding glass door open and did his best not to fucking drool as Liv shimmied out with her own cup of coffee, wearing tight ass jeans and tank top that hugged her curves like a goddamn glove.
    Jesus Christ.
    “Hey,” she chirped.
    “Morning, darlin’.” He held up his pack of cigarettes. “Smoke?”
    “Yeah, thanks.”
    He again put one in his mouth and lit it before passing it to her as she sipped on her coffee. “You like what you saw?”
    Liv choked and gagged. “Come again?”
    “Gonna play that game, huh?” Torch smirked. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
    She shot him a homicidal glare. “You’re a cocky son of a bitch.”
    He shrugged. “Been called worse.”
    “Yeah, I have no doubt,” she smirked.
    “What time you work today?”
    “Not until four. Snoop wants to make sure Jenny and some girl he rehired can handle a lunch shift by themselves.”
    “You leaving?”
    “Soon.”
    That wasn’t the answer he wanted, but he hadn’t even planned on seeing her again, so a little time was better than none. “We better make the most of the day then,” he mused.
    “And just what did you have in mind?” she asked.
    “How about a ride?”
    “On your bike?” Her eyes were wide as saucers.
    Shit, she looked so fucking sexy, all giddy for something as minor as a spin on his Harley. “Well, I can think of something else I’d like you to ride, but we’ll leave that for later.”
    Liv’s face flushed. “Won’t happen,” she spouted.
    “Famous last words,