She nodded. “Yes. And I’ll be fine. I’m being silly. I guess the hormones are already kicking in. I’m just being emotional.”
“I love you.” He held her eyes for a long moment before dropping them to her stomach. Then he moved in close to kiss her belly and whispered against her skin, “And I love you, too, little Princess.”
“Maybe it’s a boy.”
He shook his head, smiling up at her with a cocky grin. “Naw. It’s a girl. My own little princess.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
The San Jose Chapter of the Evil Dead MC rolled down Main Street in Sturgis. They had arrived in town early, before it got too crowded. You could actually still find places to park this early, and there weren’t so many bikes rolling down the street that they had to crawl like rush hour traffic. That being said, there was still a line of bikes parked on the street. They found a spot large enough to accommodate all their bikes, and one after another backed into a spot in a move so smooth it could have been choreographed.
Wolf dropped his kickstand. Mack, Cole, Crash and Red Dog were on his right. Green, Cajun and their two prospects, Jake and Shane were on his left. They all dismounted and moved to stand up on the curb behind their bikes.
Cole paused to light a smoke.
A woman strolled down the opposite side of the street, her sexy body revealed in a pair of low-cut jeans, a pair of black chaps and a matching black leather bikini top complete with fringe. Wolf caught Shane’s eyes on her. Not about to miss one of his last chances to torment the prospect before he got patched in tomorrow, Wolf looked over at him and asked, “You know how a woman like that likes to be fucked, Prospect?”
Shane’s eyes moved from the girl to Wolf.
In a flash, Wolf moved in, grabbed Shane by the hair and shoved him face-first down over his bike. “You bend her over, pull her hair,” Wolf paused to yank Shane’s head back, then bent close to his ear, “whisper dirty things in her ear, and fuck her like you mean it.” Wolf began thrusting his hips into Shane’s ass as his brothers began howling with laughter watching his antics.
Red Dog jumped in on the action. Mimicking a high-pitched female voice, he taunted, “Ooww, Shane, don’t stop. It feels so good. Harder, Shane, harder.”
Cole finally saved Shane from his torment by pulling a five dollar bill from his hip pocket. “Here, Prospect. I want a shot waiting on me when I get inside.”
Wolf let the man up and shoved him toward Cole.
Shane took the bill and looked down at it, protesting, “Five bucks doesn’t go very far in this town, VP.”
Cole raised his brow. “Neither does a prospect with two broken legs.”
Shane shoved the bill in his hip pocket and moved inside amidst more laughter.
Crash lifted his chin toward a bike moving up the other side of the street, drawing everyone’s attention. “Check out the chick riding the bobtail chopper.”
The guys all turned to check her out. Wolf’s eyes swept over the bike, and then moved up to the girl. As he stared at her face as she moved past, realization dawned that he recognized those features, that hair, and that goddamned body.
Holy shit.
There was suddenly a disconnection between his brain and his mouth, because he couldn’t manage to say a word. And there was only one thought running through his head. Jesus Christ. What the fuck was she doing here?
But leave it to Green to fill in the silence.
“Wait a minute, was that…Crystal?”
“She riding with those guys?” Mack frowned.
Wolf’s gaze quickly snapped to the four men riding with her. The first thing he noticed was that they weren’t wearing patches and were obviously not with any club. The second thing he noticed was that they were all young and good looking.
“Fuck, that’s Jameson O’Rourke,” Red Dog observed.
“No shit.” Green made a move like he was about to whistle and wave to her. Wolf grabbed his forearm in a tight fist, stopping him.
“You know about this?” Crash moved in to ask Wolf.
He shook his head although he wasn’t exactly sure which part of this he was referring to. The part where Crystal could now ride a fucking bike, the part where she was riding that bike down fucking Main Street at Sturgis, the part where she’d ridden down that street with four other men, or the part where she was with a famous tattoo artist.
“Didn’t you say she told you in Vegas she was working at a shop?” Cole asked, his eyes following the bikes as they rolled further away.