Tequila Blues: A Second Chance Romance (Serrated Brotherhood MC Book 3) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Epilogue - Harmony

  Epilogue - Dayton

  One - Dayton

  Two - Harmony

  Three - Dayton

  Four - Harmony

  Five - Dayton

  Six - Harmony

  Seven - Dayton

  Eight - Harmony

  Nine - Dayton

  Ten - Harmony

  Eleven - Dayton

  Twelve - Harmony

  Thirteen - Dayton

  Fourteen - Harmony

  Fifteen - Dayton

  Sixteen - Harmony

  Seventeen - Dayton

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  Nineteen - Dayton

  Twenty - Harmony

  Twenty One - Dayton

  Twenty Two - Harmony

  Twenty Three - Dayton

  Twenty Four - Harmony

  Twenty Five - Dayton

  Twenty Six - Harmony

  Twenty Seven - Dayton

  Twenty Eight - Harmony

  Twenty Nine - Dayton

  Thirty - Harmony

  Thirty One - Dayton

  Thirty Two - Harmony

  Thirty Three - Dayton

  Thirty Four - Harmony

  Thirty Five - Dayton

  Thirty Six - Harmony

  Thirty Seven - Dayton

  Thirty Eight - Harmony

  Thirty Nine - Dayton

  Forty - Harmony

  Forty One - Dayton

  Forty Two - Harmony

  Forty Three - Dayton

  Forty Four - Harmony

  Forty Five - Dayton

  Forty Six - Harmony

  Forty Seven - Dayton

  About Bijou

  Tequila Blues

  Bijou Hunter

  Copyright © 2017 Bijou Hunter

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  Dedication

  Sally, Mike, Jack, Max, and Luca for loving me unconditionally

  My bitching betas Debbie and Sarah

  Judy’s Proofreading

  Book Summary

  Not to brag, but I’m a lying, sneaky, hard drinking jerk. I come from money and power and live in a town where the name Dayton Rutgers means I get to cut to the front of the line, take the best of everything, and never worry about consequences.

  Yep, I’m living the dream until the night Harmony Slater gives me the green light to take our flirting to the hip-thrusting next step. That’s when I realize my giant ego might not be such a winning quality.

  Now she’s all I think about and I’m crazy with regret.

  Lonely nights over, I’m on the hunt for my second chance. Harmony will no doubt attempt to use logic to stop me.

  Nothing she says or does will change how our second chance will last forever.

  Table of Contents

  One - Dayton

  Two - Harmony

  Three - Dayton

  Four - Harmony

  Five - Dayton

  Six - Harmony

  Seven - Dayton

  Eight - Harmony

  Nine - Dayton

  Ten - Harmony

  Eleven - Dayton

  Twelve - Harmony

  Thirteen - Dayton

  Fourteen - Harmony

  Fifteen - Dayton

  Sixteen - Harmony

  Seventeen - Dayton

  Eighteen - Harmony

  Nineteen - Dayton

  Twenty - Harmony

  Twenty One - Dayton

  Twenty Two - Harmony

  Twenty Three - Dayton

  Twenty Four - Harmony

  Twenty Five - Dayton

  Twenty Six - Harmony

  Twenty Seven - Dayton

  Twenty Eight - Harmony

  Twenty Nine - Dayton

  Thirty - Harmony

  Thirty One - Dayton

  Thirty Two - Harmony

  Thirty Three - Dayton

  Thirty Four - Harmony

  Thirty Five - Dayton

  Thirty Six - Harmony

  Thirty Seven - Dayton

  Thirty Eight - Harmony

  Thirty Nine - Dayton

  Forty - Harmony

  Forty One - Dayton

  Forty Two - Harmony

  Forty Three - Dayton

  Forty Four - Harmony

  Forty Five - Dayton

  Forty Six - Harmony

  Forty Seven - Dayton

  Epilogue - Harmony

  Epilogue - Dayton

  About Bijou

  One - Dayton

  There aren’t a lot of things in my life that I’ll lose sleep over. My mom? Sure. My dad? He’s lived a good life. My brothers, Camden and Hudson, matter, but it’s not like I spend much time thinking about them one way or another. I give a shit about my club. Having grown up in the Serrated Brotherhood Motorcycle Club, they’re my second family, but they all got their own worries. They ain’t losing sleep over me, and I can’t say I lose much over them either.

  The only person in this world that keeps me up at night is Harmony Tequila Slater. She isn’t my girlfriend. We aren’t even friends. More like acquaintances with benefits. I’ve known her for years, seen her grow up from a beautiful teenager to a stunning woman. Her sister, Daisy, recently married my twin brother, Camden. Her other sister is hooked up with my cousin, Bonn. So, I guess, Harmony and I are family now, but that isn’t why I care.

  Harmony doesn’t know she’s my woman yet. If I had bigger balls and a smaller ego, we’d have settled shit long ago. She’d be in my bed every night and her three-year-old son would have my blood running through his veins.

  But I didn’t do what needed to be done and now I’m losing sleep over her every night.

  Tonight, though, when I find her enjoying a drink at the Red Barn Bar, I know the time’s come to do what I should have done years ago.

  This is the night when Harmony realizes she’s mine.

  Two - Harmony

  For what feels like forever, I’ve had a crush on a bad man. Dayton Rutgers isn’t misunderstood or simply complicated in a way normal men aren’t. He’s the bad guy.

  Dayton drinks too much. Fucks any available woman. Says whatever he wants without worrying about feelings or consequences. He commits acts of violence for his motorcycle club and likely for fun.

  Admittedly, he isn’t all bad. I mean, Dayton’s loyal to his family and club. But I know he can’t be with his lovers. Women are disposable to him, yet most don’t care because he’s so damn sexy and, if the rumors are true, talented in bed.

  Over the years, I’ve heard the sex part secondhand from his many conquests. Hickory Creek Township is a small place where everyone knows everyone’s business. Especially about the rich and beautiful people like Dayton and his wealthy, powerful family.

  Though I’ve long dreamed of trying out Dayton’s sexual talents up close and personal, I’m terrified of falling for a man with no love for anyone these days. Even himself apparently.

  Most
days, I avoid Dayton. The exceptions are those two nights a month when I clear my head by enjoying a few fruity cocktails at the Red Barn Bar. No one bothers me here, not since Dayton and I made out in a back booth when the booze and lust tempted me to indulge in more than flirting.

  Around me tonight, people talk in hushed tones. The low red lighting and bluesy music puts everyone in a relaxed mood. Closing my eyes, I inhale the scent of beer, BO, and way too much perfume.

  “I’ll have what she’s having,” Dayton says, suddenly appearing next to me at the bar.

  “It’s a mango ginger fizz,” I explain without looking at him. “You continue to surprise me, Dayton.”

  Sitting next to me at the bar, he doesn’t change his order even after realizing what it is.

  I admire the rich scent of the hot night on his bare skin, only inches from my lips. He’s a delicious man, and I crave his kisses, but they come with a price.

  “Whatcha doing here alone?” he asks, leaning forward, so his shoulder-length blond hair frames his handsome face.

  “You always ask me that when you find me alone. What did I say last time?”

  “Go away, perv,” he says, smirking.

  Fighting a grin, I nod. “Oh, yeah, well, before that.”

  “Your sisters won’t drink in public.”

  Turning to him, I refuse to show him how much he affects me. “Are you planning to whine about your mommy and daddy again? If the answer is yes, keep in mind how I’m not in the mood.”

  “Hurts me real deep when you use that tone,” he says, snatching my hand from the bar top. “Have you been crying?”

  “Do you really care?”

  “Why do you have to be so mean?”

  Studying his expression, I pull my hand away and focus on my drink. “My client died.”

  Dayton opens his mouth, making me brace for him to say something shitty that’ll inspire me to hate him.

  He might sense he’s heading down a bad road because he asks, “I’m sorry. Did she suffer?”

  Smiling at how he can say the right thing when he wants, I sip my drink.

  “No, she went in her sleep.”

  “Is that code for during sex?”

  Rolling my eyes, I smile. “That’s the Dayton I know.”

  “What happens now?”

  “I drink my drink, and we make small talk, and then I leave.”

  “I mean with your job now that your client died.”

  Taken aback by his ability to give a crap, I don’t answer immediately. Dayton downs his fizz in two gulps and orders a beer.

  “The company I work for has found another house for me,” I finally say. “This one is home to three autistic women around my age. I met them yesterday.”

  “You like them?”

  “Difficult to tell since they have autism and don’t warm up to people off the bat. I hope in a few weeks they’ll trust me and I’ll see more of their personalities.”

  “Huh? Your job takes brains,” he says, tapping my forehead. “I thought it only involved cleaning up puke and wiping asses.”

  “It does, but not all asses are the same.”

  “No, they are not.”

  Holding his gaze, I sip my drink until I’ve nearly finished it. “What are you thinking?”

  “That you’re too beautiful for me not to have fucked yet.”

  “Yeah, I figured it was something romantic like that,” I mutter.

  My disinterested tone is completely betrayed by the shiver I feel at him speaking so bluntly of what we’ve only teased at for so long.

  “We’re family now,” he says in a low, seductive voice. “Through marriage and all. Seems like we ought to stop dancing around the inevitable.”

  “I’m not drunk enough to say yes to that line of thinking.”

  “Then I’ll get you another drink, and we’ll see where things go.”

  Smiling, I let him buy me another fizz. When he leans forward to plant a soft, wet kiss on my neck, I struggle to keep my panties from dropping to the floor that very second.

  His gaze holds mine as we wait for my drink.

  “How’s your kid?” he asks.

  “Why do you care?”

  “Anything connected to you matters to me.”

  “Oh, it does.”

  Dayton leans forward again. This time his lips don’t find my throat. They instead land squarely on my waiting lips. The noise in the bar fades away, and I’m alone with Dayton’s skillful tongue.

  “You taste good,” I murmur once he frees my lips.

  “It’s the mango ginger crap.”

  I reach for my new drink with one hand and wrap a lock of his hair around the finger of my other.

  “Want to go to the booth?”

  “Only if this time we start there and end in my bed.”

  “No, not your bed. I can’t have Daisy knowing my dirty secrets. Well, at least not until I’ve edited out the worst parts.”

  “Then your bed. I’m assuming your little man is with Grandma.”

  “We’ll see,” I say, sliding off the bar stool.

  “See what?”

  “If you can make me want you so badly that my common sense turns off for long enough to say yes.”

  Dayton smirks, clearly accepting my challenge. I love how his dark eyes sparkle with mischief. He’s the only man I’ve ever craved or feared. But tonight, when my defenses are down, and my hunger runs hot, I’m tempted to stop dreaming and give into the fantasies we’ve nursed for too long.

  Three - Dayton

  Harmony giggles when drunk and she’s giggling something fierce right now. My lips leave the soft flesh of her throat long enough for me to frown at her amused face. Her pale green eyes shine with humor while she swings back her long blonde ponytail. I swear she’s reacting to a joke no one else can hear. Apparently, those fizzes make her nuts.

  “Do you want me to stop?” I ask before my lips immediately return to her throat.

  “You were right about my baby staying with his grandma tonight,” she says, stroking my cock through my blue jeans. “That means, my trailer is empty. Want to finally see if you and I have as much fun naked as we do with our clothes on?”

  “Did you just ask me to fuck you?” I whisper in a ragged voice.

  Harmony licks her lips. “Are you sober enough to drive because I’m not?”

  “I don’t care if I have to walk to your place with you hanging off my shoulder, I will get us there and make you spread.”

  Sliding out of the booth, Harmony smiles at me. “You won’t have to make me do anything.” When I join her, she adds, “I don’t even think we need to worry about foreplay. I’m that wet right now.”

  My gaze flashes to where her pussy hides behind a pale pink skirt. Returning my attention to her face, I wouldn’t mind getting her spread eagle on the table and doing her right here. Of course, then I’d need to kill everyone in the bar to prevent them from knowing what my woman looks like naked. Yeah, probably easier to take her back to the trailer.

  Harmony is sober enough to remain on the Harley until we arrive at a gas station where she nearly topples on her ass. I steady the giggling blonde who won’t stop grabbing for my dick.

  “I need to pick up protection.”

  “Oh, but I have a giant box of condoms at my place,” she says, laughing again.

  “Don’t hurt yourself while I run inside.”

  Harmony gives me a thumbs-up and dances around to the music playing from the station’s overhead system. I run into the store to buy a box of condoms. In the past, I always kept them handy. I still have some at my condo but turns out the things have expiration dates.

  Returning quickly, I discover Harmony flipping off passing cars.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m a rebel sticking it to society,” she says and then wraps her hand around the back of my neck and yanks me down to kiss her.

  As sweet as she tastes, I know we need to stop kissing and get to her trailer before my dic
k tears free from my frayed jeans.

  “Hold on,” I say, picking up Harmony and setting her on the Harley.

  Harmony wraps her arms around me, tightening her grip so much that I don’t need to worry about her toppling off for the two-minute drive to her place. Once at the Lush Gardens Trailer Park, I pry her fingers loose from my shirt she’s fisted during the ride.

  The moment I haul Harmony off the bike, she slides under my baggy white T-shirt and licks my left nipple.

  “Talk about a horny devil,” I say, peering down at her from the collar.

  A flushed-faced Harmony smiles at me. “I’m drunk and horny, and you’re wasting this fabulous opportunity to defile me, Dayton Rutgers. I should add my vibrator wouldn’t be so ungrateful.”

  Removing her from my shirt, I lift her off the ground and carry her princess-style toward her trailer. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses my throat before settling on nibbling at my ear.

  “Don’t pass out,” I mutter, terrified she’ll stick me with a severe case of blue balls while she naps for the rest of the night.

  “I haven’t fucked anyone in so long,” she whispers. “I wonder if I’ll remember how.”

  Harmony proves her rusty moves once we’re inside her dark trailer. Her shirt gets caught on her head, forcing me to stop messing with the condoms long enough to save her. She then topples on the bed while removing her shoes. Most memorably, she jumps when I touch her pussy, and her knee makes a beeline for my balls.

  Somehow, I pin down her wayward limbs long enough to slide on a condom and shove my dick inside her.

  Romance out the window, we fuck like wild animals for an hour. I’m too drunk to do much more than pump wildly into her body and enjoy her pussy after so long fantasizing about it. Harmony is so drunk she doesn’t accomplish much more than come hard and say my name. At least, she knows I’m the guy plowing her in the dark room.

  We fuck until she passes out after patting my head and claiming I should go pro. Surrounded by wood paneling walls, I watch Harmony for nearly a half hour before cuddling next to her damp body. Her trailer’s overheated, and I’m sweaty from fucking Harmony into submission. I’d kill for a fan to cool me down, but I don’t dare leave the bed and wake her. No, I’ve waited too damn long to have Harmony Tequila Slater asleep against me while my arms wrap protectively around her soft body.