“You’re wrinkled brow said it all. Quite being negative.”
“I prefer to call it realism.”
“Pessimism is more like it,” Blue scoffs.
The sound of bikes rolling into the driveway ends our conversation.
All too soon, the lock is turning and the door opens.
Shadow steps in and gives a low whistle. “Looking sexy tonight, ladies,” he says.
Blue grins and rotates. “You like?”
“I fucking love it, babe. I ain’t going to let your fine ass out of my sight.”
I hold my breath as Skull walks in.
His eyes bulge from his head and his jaw drops.
I bite my lip to hold back the full blown grin threatening to emerge. I’m supposed to be playing it cool. I cock my left hip to the side. “Old Lady enough for the party?”
“Huh? Uh—yeah.” He nods. He licks his lips, and his dark gaze glints with lust.
Got you.
“Should you be wearing those?” He nods his head toward the floor.
“At this stage in the game, it’s fine.” In his concern for our child, I see a glimpse of the man I fell in love with.
His facial expression smooths over. “Good. We should get going then.”
I glance over my shoulder at Blue who winks. I pray my crash course on ridiculously high heels holds as I follow Skull for the door.
***
Skull
I’m back to being torn between strangling my old lady and fucking her against the nearest stable surface. The second I came in and saw her looking like a wet dream, I knew my night wasn’t going to go as planned. There’s a fire in her eyes that spells trouble. She’s wrapped around me with those soft breasts pressed up against my back and her thighs radiating heat as they squeeze me tight. I clear my throat and hit the throttle, hoping the wind will take some of the lust away. We pull up into the club to a party already in progress.
I kill the engine. Ruthie dismounts with an ease that drives home my new reality. I’ve got a ball and chain now and a baby on the way. It’s a sobering thought that scares me spit-less. This will be our last hoorah on the bike. Right now, I’m trying to save face, and keep the pregnancy rumors to zero. We’ll cross that bridge later.
“Well, if it isn’t the man of honor,” Stone barks.
I raise my head and cheers erupt. It’s filling up, but it’ll be packed in a few hours. We haven’t had a party in a while, and my brothers are ready to blow off steam. I wrap my arm around Ruthie’s waist and cup her hip.
Stone raises a shot of whiskey. “Welcome to the family, darlin’. We aren’t all right in the head, but you’ll come to love us just the same.”
Ruthie giggles, and I’m reminded of how I got into this mess in the first place. She draws me in like a magnet every damn time. I crave that light she exudes so effortlessly. Here among a group of sinners she glows, practically a beacon for my lost soul. I never got too deep with a woman until I got caught up with this petite firecracker who made me remember I had a heart that longed for more. Funny, how you can be completely alone when you’re drowning in pussy.
“Someone get this man a drink, he’s looking thirsty,” Dusty calls out.
I smirk at the southern gentleman who oozes chivalry. The brothers rush in surrounding me and I slap her ass.
Her mouth forms an O.
I grin. Go ahead and make a scene. “Go hang out with the ladies for a while.”
She sucks in a deep breath and turns on her heels.