“I loved it. Sexy as hell.” He put his head in his hand, his elbow in the bed and continued tormenting her waist and breasts with the feather. “Know what I liked best?”
Her head turned to him, her eyes lifting from watching the feather to meet his. “What?”
Her voice was breathless. He liked that. “When you slid that pretty little foot of yours up my chest.”
Her palm cupped his jaw, her thumb grazing his lower lip as one foot began to stroke up and down his calf. “Can we quit playing now?”
He grinned, nipped at the pad of her thumb and tossed the feather aside. Then he moved over her. “Whatever the lady wants.”
Cole’s voice shook him from his memories, pulling him back to the present.
“Where would she go, Dog? Think.”
Suddenly he surged to his feet. “Let’s go.”
The men followed him as he stomped down the hall and out the front door.
“Where we goin’?” Cole asked as they all fired up their bikes.
“To get wontons!” Dog yelled before twisting his throttle and roaring off down the street.
“Say what?” Wolf asked Cole.
“Did he say wontons?” Green asked, frowning. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“Hell if I know. Just shut up and come on.”
“He’s starting to go off the rails,” Wolf said, his eyes on the road in the direction that Red Dog had disappeared.
Cole nodded. “Yeah, well if we want to stop that from happening, then we’d better find Mary, and do it quick.”
CHAPTER FOUR
As Red Dog roared across town, his bike rumbling beneath him, he thought back to how happy he and Mary been that first year.
They’d practically been inseparable.
Fourteen years ago…
Red Dog lay in bed with Mary. He stared at the ceiling, his mind on the fact that he had to leave town for about ten days for the club’s annual run to Sturgis Bike Week in South Dakota. It was mandatory.
His hand stroked her back as he wondered how he was going to tell her.
“I’ve been thinking about getting a tattoo,” she confessed in a whisper, drawing his attention away from the problem.
He frowned, cocking his head. “A tattoo? Why?”
“Because I want one.”
“Mary, your skin is flawless. It’s like porcelain. Why do you want to mark it?”
“Because there’s something I want to get. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. Don’t be mad, okay?” She started to pout, and he felt himself giving in.
“Where did you want this tattoo?”
“On my back.”
He trailed the back of his fingers over her skin, his mind more on his coming trip than the tattoo. “I’ve got to go out of town for about a week.”