Page 48 of Nova

“I would if you had bought me any,” She scolds me, but I arch an eyebrow.

“Are you complaining about me having easy access to what’s mine?” She rolls her eyes but climbs on behind me.

“No, but it’s just because it’s not cold here.” I chuckle and start the Harley.

I rev the engine several times to let her feel the bike’s vibration.”

“Dove, the way you keep rolling your eyes at me, your ass will never be cold again. Remember how much I like your skin pink?” She shivers and squirms against the memory and the bike.

“Need my help?” She winds her arms around my chest and lays her face on my shoulder.

“No.” I put my sunglasses on and pull out of the lot, smiling at her grumpy tone.

“Liar, but I’ll spank you for it later.” She hisses at my words and the speed I pick up as I weave through the light traffic to Royal so she can meet the rest of the club.

I pull in out back and grin when I see a bike parked in the line that doesn’t belong. Up against the building, leaning with one knee bent on the brick wall, is our Reno chapter’s Medic.

Her blonde curls blow in the breeze as she studies us.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite manwhore.” Simone gasps, but I dismiss her reaction because I know Shock is just living up to her fucking road name as usual.

“Hey, that’s high-priced manwhore to you. I’m easy, not cheap.” This time, my wife hits the back of my head.

“Excuse you,” she growls, making Shock laugh.

“I’m just out here doing God’s work.” I tease Simone, who is now ready to murder me if the look of her eyes means much.

“I thought you didn’t sell sex.” Her eyes are narrowed, watching me closely.

“No. I sold fantasies, at least I used to. I’m a reformed ‘ho.” I reach over and pull her to me so I can kiss her before she can keep talking.

“I never thought I’d see the fucking day.” I laugh at her voice.

“Simone, this is my godsister Hannah, otherwise known as Shock.” I introduce them and watch them chat for a moment until Shock starts telling her embarrassing childhood stories.

“Nope, that’s enough.” I grab Simones’s hand and start leading her inside Spirits, the club’s brewery, and the clubhouse.

“But I was just about to tell her about it,” I throw my hand over Shock’s mouth.

“Shut it before my wife asks me for an annulment again,” I hiss at her smiling eyes.

“Damn, she asked for one already?” I turn to see my VP Cowboy looking from me to Simone.

“Wow,” Simone says, taking Cowboy in.

“Hey, there, Darlin’,” Kooper thickens his southern accent and tips his Stetson at her.

“Go flirt with your own wife,” I grumble as I steer Simone away from him and sit her at the bar where my President is practicing his best Tom Cruise impression of Cocktail.

Shirtless.

“What the actual fuck. Are you all punking me?” I call out to the club members, who are standing around and acting like they’re working.

“Nova, you sound paranoid.” Skull, our medic, draws on his Scottish brogue while he saunters over with his tattoos on full display and his kilt swishing around his knees.

“Damn, can I trade bikers?” Simone fans her face.

“Alright, that’s it. You’re all assholes!” The room erupts in laughter and greetings for us.

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