“I think it’s time for Junk in the trunk,” I announce.
“Oh, hell yeah. You ready to shake what your mama gave you?” Blue asks.
“Maybe,” Dixie Rose says.
We burst into laughter as we gather the tissue boxes and attach them to everyone’s waist. We place a few ping pong balls inside.
“The goal is to shake it until your tissue box is empty. The first one with an empty box wins,” I explain.
Blue grabs her phone. “Alright…in three, two, one.”
The sound of Single Ladies blares from the speaker and we shake our hips like we’re out to make a few dollars. Ping pong balls are clattering to the ground and I can’t stop laughing. Sober as a judge, and I’m having the best girls’ night I’ve had in years. I feel a strong bond with these women and know exactly where I stand with them and what they would do for me, if the chips were down.
I study Blue and Dixie Rose while I laugh at their various states of inebriation.
Nevada peeled Mimi off the couch about an hour ago and went home to relieve her babysitter. Even though Vegas is nearly one, she’s still a bit over protective. It’s sweet really.
“Are you ladies going to make it?” I ask.
“Why aren’t you drunk?” Dixie Rose slurs.
“‘Cause I’m knocked up,” I say.
Her jaw drops and I can no longer contain my laughter.
“Since when? How? I mean I know how, but—Shit. Congratulations?”
“Thank you. We’re keeping it under wraps until you walk down the aisle, little miss.”
“Thank you…” she slurs.
“Look at you proud as hell over your forming baby bump,” Blue says.
“What can I say? I’ve grown attached to it,” I reply as I cup the forming mass that looks like pudge.
The sound of bikes out front, makes me tense.
Bolton surfaces. His face is hard and closed off. His eyes darken to a dangerous shade of blue. It ages him beyond his seventeen years. He peers out the window and gives a bark of laughter.
“Who is it?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “My dad, Skull, and Echo.”
I wrinkle my nose and stand. “What are they doing here?”
The lock turns and the three stroll in.
“What happened?”
“No point in staying at the clubhouse when what we really want is right here,” Skull drawls.
“Oh, yeah?” I tilt my head back to meet his gaze.
“Damn straight.” He grips my hips and lifts me up.
I wrap my legs around him, and loop my arms around his neck. His thick length presses against me through the denim. I lean in and caress the shell of his ear with my lips. “Someone is happy to see me.”
“I plan on showing you how much.”