Page 51 of Defended By Bam
“There is,” she told her.
I held my hands up. “There’s a pool here too, and you have school. Plus, there’s no point in me going just to sit with you at the pool.”
“Well, we’ve been loads of times. Me and Glenda can take turns with Sofie so you can go see all the vendors and stuff with Bama.”
Glenda grabbed her beer and said, “I’m not going.”
Pinkie was in full tantrum. “What the fuck do you mean? Of course you’re going.”
“Drop it,” Leigh said from behind me. I hadn’t realized he was even there.
“I don’t need you to speak for me, Leigh,” Glenda snapped.
Pinkie sank into the pool, grabbing Sofie’s hands and pulling her into the middle.
“If you want to go, it’s fine. Sofie and I will be okay for a few days,” I told Bama. Although I was curious. And talking about all theskankshad me a little on edge but I didn’t think Bama would be interested. I still didn’t want a bunch of women falling all over him.
“I won’t go without you,” Bama said. “They’ll be fine.”
Rogers said, “Hammer wants you there.”
Another moment of silence had tension building at the pool. I grabbed Bama’s hand. “Hey, club business, right? I’ll be fine.”
“We’ll figure it out,” he said. “Hey, why don’t you get dressed?”
“Now? Sofie’s still swimming off her energy.”
Bama stood up. “I wanna take you for a ride.”
“A ride?”
“On my Harley. C’mon. They can watch Sofie for a bit.”
I fought a huge, cheesy smile. “You want to take me on the bike?” I’d not ridden with him on his bike yet. Sofie was with us a lot, and even when we dropped her at school, we took his truck then he drove me to the clubhouse, so we just hadn’t really had any time.
He held his hand out. “Yeah, so get dressed.”
I looked over and Glenda gave me a thumbs up. “I got her. I’m not going anywhere. Go get some wind therapy.”
Climbing from my lounge chair, I leaned down and gave her a squeeze. “Thank you.” Turning to go to the pool, I crouched down and called Sofie over. “Hey sweet girl, Mommy’s going for a ride. You listen to Miss Glenda and Miss Pinkie. If they say get out of the pool, you get out, okay?”
“Okay, Mommy,” she said, wiping water from her eyes. “I love you and I’ll be great!”
I blew a kiss at her. “Love you, sweet girl. We’ll be back in a bit.”
After slipping on my flip flops, I hightailed it inside so I could go up and change. A mix of nerves and butterflies flitted in my belly. I’d not been on a motorcycle. It was a little scary, but also exciting. Especially to be riding with Bama.
I rushed to change and did my best to clean up my face and brush my hair. We’d been at the pool for a couple of hours but I didn’t want to waste time showering. I was ready to ride.
Following Bama outside, he led me to his Harley. “Was this always on here?” I asked, pointing to a seatback on the bike. His Harley seemed so big standing next to it, and I didn’t know many types but it wasn’t a crotchrocket. But I still bet it could go fast. It was big, and broad, with lots of shiny red, black, and silver, handlebars straight off to the side, but not too low, and a short wind screen.
“Nope. Got that for you so you can be comfortable. Here,” he said as he pulled a helmet from the saddlebag. “Glenda said this should fit you.”
The perma-grin I had was starting to hurt my face as he adjusted the strap on the helmet for me. “Wait, how’d you get the bike here? How are we getting home?”
“Butterbean drove me over to grab it.” He held up what looked sort of like a mix of goggles and sunglasses and slid them on my face. “Truck’s right over there,” he said as he pulled his ownhelmet out and put it on. He climbed on then stuck his hand out. “Hop on.”
My stomach did somersaults as I straddled the black seat. Once I was on, he reached back, gripped under my knees, and pulled me to him. A single yelp escaped me, but I tucked myself against him and wrapped my arms around the soft leather he wore.
