Rider (Silver Saints MC)

Breaker had his and Ireland’s rings engraved, and there had been some kind of delay, so they weren’t ready until today. I was tasked with being at the jewelry store right when it opened to pick them up.

The owner unlocked the door and waved me inside. “I have the rings right here.”

He handed me a small bag that held two small boxes. I nodded. “Thanks.” Then I returned to my car and drove to the church on the edge of town where the wedding was being held.

It was less than twenty minutes to my destination, and I was just pulling into the parking lot when my cell rang. Knowing exactly who it was, I rolled my eyes. “Chill, brother. I’ve got them.”

“But you aren’t here, are you?” he growled.

“As a matter of fact, I’m parking right now.”

“Good.” Then he hung up.

“Thanks, Rider. Great job. You saved the fucking day,” I mocked him as I opened my door and stepped out of the car.

My phone rang again and I sighed, assuming it was Breaker behaving like a pussy again, but it was another number that I recognized.

“Hey, Maverick,” I greeted my friend.

“Yo, Rider. We had a drop-out for the race tomorrow night, you in?” he asked.

Fenton “Maverick” Combs was a patch in another MC, but we’d known each other all our lives. He’d been the one who got me interested in motorcycle racing. Though, we’d started out on BMX bikes as kids, then moved on to dirt bikes before graduating to motorcycles.

I’d been approached by a couple of BMX teams and sponsors when I was younger. The one I signed on with took me to the Olympics where I’d competed on Team USA and taken home a gold medal. I retired from BMX because it wasn’t where my heart was. I preferred motorcycles and raced them as a hobby now. The rush was intoxicating, and I didn’t think anything would ever top it. But I’d been wrong. Coming inside Wendy was an even bigger rush. I was already addicted to it.

Normally, I wouldn’t have hesitated to accept, but I had to get through this wedding, then I’d be chasing my girl. When I found her, I had no intention of coming up for air any time soon. I was considering taking a page out of Dax’s book and keeping her in bed, full of my come, until she was pregnant.

“Can’t tomorrow. Try José. He’s supposed to be in town,” I suggested.

“Will do. Still planning on Dune’s Point in two weeks?”

I grinned. “Hell, yeah.” Only the most experienced or the most stupid racers attempted Dune’s Point. It had taken Maverick nearly a year to find me a couple of opponents willing to race there.

“Awesome. See you then.”

“Later.” I hung up and shoved my phone in my pocket as I walked toward the back door of the church.

Scout walked out of the building just as I approached. He was dressed in a gray suit, likely early because he refused to be far from Cat unless he was on a run and she was helping with the setup. He was on the phone so he greeted me with a chin lift, which I returned.

“Cat said you had to work last night. Do I need to have a talk with your boss?” he snarled. Then he listened before replying to whatever they said. “So what if you get fired? I never liked you working in that place anyway. And why didn’t you answer my call last night?”

I walked into the church, but just before the door closed, I heard Scout grunt, “Of course I can check on you! You’re my baby sister. Now, tell me—”

Huh. I had no idea Scout had a sister. I briefly wondered why I’d never met her, but it floated out of my mind when I reached the dressing room. Breaker was pacing and his head snapped up when I entered.

“Where are they?”

I held up the bag in lieu of answering. “I almost brought you a change of panties in case you wet yourself from being so nervous,” I drawled instead.

Breaker threw me a murderous glare, then snatched the bag and stomped to a small table where he pulled the rings out and inspected them. His shoulders relaxed, and he handed them to Patriot—his best man—who tucked them in the tiny pocket on his vest.

“Perfect,” Breaker sighed as he turned and dropped into an overstuffed chair.

“I don’t know why I didn’t expect you to be a bridezilla. I guess it was the balls you handed to your fiancée.”

Patriot shoved my shoulder as he walked by me. “Shut it, asshole. You’re just earning yourself more shit from us when it finally happens to you.”

I considered telling them it already had, but I wasn’t ready to share Wendy yet, so I kept quiet about her.