Page 66 of On The Rocks

“No. I’m freaking out,” I cried. “What if Callum takes one look at me and laughs? What if he thinks I look stupid? Oh my God, why did I do this? I’m not like normal girls. I’ve got no business at a biker party! I’m a fucking archeologist, for God’s sake.”

Tristan grabbed both my hands. “Calm down, Mae Mae!”

“Oh my God,” I chanted again. “Oh my God, oh my God.”

“Eyes to me!” Tristan ordered in the tone of a drill sergeant.

My gaze lowered.

“Maeve. Eyes to me, goddamnit!” he barked.

My stare jerked up to meet his.

“You are a queen,” he told me determinedly. “Stop psyching yourself out, swing those fantabulous hips to the car with your sexy, hottie Irish husband in tow, and go party up a storm.”

“He’s right, Maeve,” Kennedy declared. “Plus, your tits look good in that top.”

My gaze sliced toward her. “Really?”

Her mouth curved into a smirk. “I bet you knock Callum on his ass.”

“Oh my God,” I cried. “That’s so sweet. It’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” I glanced down and pulled on the gossamer material of my top, just to check if, indeed, my tits did look good in it. A swell of cleavage greeted me, and I sighed a relieved breath when I realized they looked absolutelyawesome.

Yay me!

The sound of voices outside made my head jerk up just as the door opened.

“You ready?” Atlas’s deep voice boomed. “Not saying anyone will give a fuck if we’re late, but I don’t wanna miss Dischordium’s first set.”

The sound of boots thudded against the wooden floor, and I watched as Atlas sauntered inside, followed by Breaker, then Callum and Donovan.

Sophie and Kenney immediately moved toward their men and kissed them in greeting.

Tucking a lock of crazy hair behind my ear, I bit the inside of my cheek and took a fortifying breath, releasing it shakily as I plastered a smile on my face, and my gaze swung to my husband.

“What the actual fuck?” Callum growled, and yes, growled was the perfect word, seeing as he said it with his entire chest. His blue eyes swept down me, and his jaw fell open.

I felt my cheeks burn. My hands went to fidget with my top while I tried to ignore my husband’s shocked stare.

Donny let out a hoot, and his mouth curved into a smug grin. “You look fucking stunning, Maeve.”

Breaker’s gaze passed over me before doing a double take and veering back toward me again.

“Where’d them tits come from?” Atlas asked Sophie before he called over, “Where you been hiding ‘em, Toots?”

Callum let out a deep growl.

My face flamed.

“Jesus, Danny. I can’t let you out in public,” Sophie snapped, exasperation flooding her tone. “Stop embarrassing her.”

Yet another growl filled the room, and Callum glanced up to the heavens while muttering something under his breath. Then, I watched wide-eyed as my husband prowled (yes, he actually prowled like a big jungle lion) toward me. He reached out and tagged my hand, pulling me into him so forcefully that I was almost caught off-balance. A strong, sure hand slid around my waist, the other sliding behind my ear and cupping my cheek before Callum dipped his face to mine. “Don’t leave my fucking side tonight, wife.”

My nipples tingled.

Oh my.

“Okay,” I whispered.

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