“None of our business babe,” he replied to my thought.
“Of course it’s my business, she’s my best friend. There’s something going on there no matter what she says.” I spoke more to myself than him.
I hopped off the bike and scowled at him for his reluctance to help me figure out the mystery, turning on my heel to walk towards the party. I felt his hands circle my body.
“Not so fast baby, can’t have my Old Lady walking in on her own looking like that,” he whispered in my ear.
I rolled my eyes and didn’t say a word as he slung his arm around my shoulder and walked us towards the party. There was a lot more bikers here than were at Rosie’s, some a bit older as well, probably early forties and fifties, they still looked pretty good, some pretty scary. I spotted Steg sitting at the head of one of the tables with an attractive older lady in his lap. He was glaring at us, or more precisely me. I tried to ignore it, leaning into Cade.
“Are all these guys in your club?” I asked, nervous.
He drew me closer to his body as if sensing I needed it. “Nar a lot of them are from some other charters, here to do some business.”
I watched as he gave some guys chin lifts, and I then looked around, interested. I had seen little of his life with the club. Cade would either come and get me from home late, or a couple of times he had picked me up from work and we would have dinner together. We hadn’t been able to spend a day together yet, I was busy working non stop and he also had been working. I found out he was a mechanic, but I knew he had some other businesses on the side or something to do with the club.
“Want a drink babe?” he asked as we made our way through the throng of people.
“Yeah, I’ll have a beer,” I replied, not paying attention, too busy checking out the people we passed, some of the women giving me curious looks, others flat out glaring. I noticed Cade had stopped walking and was gaping at me.
“Beer?” he questioned unbelievably.
“Well, yeah,” I replied, in mock shock. “I was drinking beer long before I discovered cosmos.” I winked.
He shook his head, grinning. I would have to show him later just how well I could drink beer. Better than some of the men here I reckon. I was a Southern girl after all. I spotted Amy and Rosie at the table up ahead and waved at them once they saw me.
“I’ll just go see the girls, you go do whatever, say hello to your boys and bring me back a beer.”
I went onto my toes, intending on giving him a quick kiss. He gripped onto me tight and thrust his tongue into my mouth, full on making out with me. I heard cat calls and shouts and felt a blush on my cheeks.
“Did we really need the PDA?” I murmured, feeling multiple pairs of eyes on us.
“Just reminding the boys of what’s mine,” he replied with a grin.
“Whatever.” I walked off towards the girls without another word. He assured me he wouldn’t leave my side, and I knew he’d stick to his word, but I didn’t want his brothers’ first impressions of me to be that I already had him whipped. As if you could have a man like Cade whipped anyway. I wouldn’t mind him whipping me though, we could totally make one of the rooms in his house into a red room of pain. What was I thinking about again?
I approached the girls and was delighted to see Lucy and Ashley at the table as well, sipping beers. I had also been spending a lot of time with Rosie’s friends since we had met them, they were always hanging out at the store when we weren’t working. We had everyone around for dinner last night. It was funny, these well groomed and stylish women were the last people I would have expected to be at a biker party, but these were their childhood friends I guessed.
“Girlllll!” Lucy shouted as I got to the table. “You are looking fine! Red is for sure your colour!” I was guessing they were going well on the beers.
“Thanks,” I replied sitting beside Amy, who gave me a smile, but it looked forced. I frowned at her in a ‘what’s wrong’ look but she just shook her head. Weird. I turned my attention to the girls.
“You ladies look smoking if I don’t say so myself.”
And they did. Lucy’s midnight hair was curled, loose around her face. Her lips were painted blood red and she was wearing faded jeans that fit her like a glove and a black halter with a neckline that plunged almost to her bellybutton. Somehow she made it look sexy but not slutty.
Ashley was wearing a white sundress, skimming down to her knees. It was clinched in at the waist and had a wide band before it spread out into a full skirt. A jaunty pink printed scarf was tied around her neck. She looked like she had walked right off the set of Mad Men.
Rosie’s style was ever changing, she almost dressed as a different character every day. Today it was biker babe. Wearing a ripped Harley tee, tucked into short denim cutoffs with a fringed leather vest over top, she looked edgy and cool. I loved her designer motorcycle boots. Balenciaga if I wasn’t mistaken.
Amy had gone all out. No wonder a lot of the men were currently giving her hungry looks, apart from Brock who was sitting at the table across from ours scowling. Her red hair was piled into a messy ponytail, she had on the shortest leather shorts, ever, paired with a red bustier style top which tucked into her shorts. Her heels were red booties with leather laces.
“So Gwen…” Lucy started, mischief in her tone.