Page 75 of Master's Rise
Pulling into the Club, I take my roped off spot laughing. A Prospect holds the rope until I’m in. Fucking Brothers. Knee pads in every color and style are hanging from the rope all the way around. Bottles of whiskey and cases of beer are on the ground decorated in pasties and g-strings. My Brothers are fucking funny. Seeing fire, I get off my bike and laugh. The Brothers are talking shit and laughing, but I’m intent and ignore them even when they start laughing at me.
With my knee pads on and comfortable, I take a bottle and stuff the g-string in my pocket. They laugh more but I have hopes of seeing the silky fire against Seren’s skin.
“Here, Boss. It’s a set.” Brinks hands me a package with flaming pasties.
I take them stuffing those in my pocket too. They laugh and talk shit. I shrug. “Would you walk by leaving a shot like that behind? If I play it right, I get a yes. Leaving it there is a guarantee that I’ll never see it.”
Being smart Brothers, they shut up.
We hit the bar for a drink and I remember Vick. When I find him, we hit bottles. He’s surprised then laughs when I thank him for putting up with our bullshit. I give the manager of the market a hug letting him know I appreciate the fuck out of him for helping Ant Irma and the Club. He gives me a smile that says he knows I mean fucking with the crime scene.
The new place feels a lot bigger than it looks empty. Maybe because we have more Brothers in and we can move without hitting each other. It feels comfortable. From my place at the bar, I take it all in.
“The Brothers are jammed, Boss.” Jinx still thinks my eyes are broke. He’s excited too.
“Yeah. I’m going to find my ol’ lady. The Club chicks didn’t come running when we pulled in. They should have been moved this morning.”
He looks around as ifhiseyes are broke. “I’ll ask Amos.”
I adjust the knee pads to some laughing and walk out while they give me shit. I don’t care. The point I’m making isn’t for them.
I don’t know who is following but I yell back, “Found the Club chicks.”
Someone has country music playing. My feet stop and I scan seeing a radio on a side table. I’m not sure if I should shoot it or not. Seren dancing right now would have us missing half our party. Her almost white hair catches my eye and I smile. She’s laughing with her head back, right in the middle of the Club chicks. Freedom is sitting by her watching us. When she gives Seren a heads up, those beautiful eyes snap to mine and her smile gets my feet moving again.
Five steps in and my mouth goes dry, feet stop and blood from my brain rushes straight to my dick. “Sonofabitch.” Under the cut is a bra with fire, it’snotbeing covered by a piece of see-through curtain.
Raid laughs. “Good thing you wore the knee pads. They even match.”
The fucking Brothers laugh. I’m trying to breathe here. She makes it to the edge of their circle and turns sideways to squeeze by two chairs. I suck my breath in and hold it. How the fuck does she make everything look sexy? A line of skin shows in a strip of that curtain all the way down her leg. Her leather pants look like they’re held on by two fucking buckles. She’s covered or I’d drag her away and cover what’s mine myself, but what’s not covered makes me want more. If my dick had a say, that more would happen right here, right now.
“Jesus fucking Christ. She’s killing me.”
The women turn when the Brothers start laughing. Seren’s steps slow and her face shows confusion. I shake my head and fall to my knees getting a smile back on her lips. It’s the flawed smile I love. Everyone around us is laughing. I put my hand up to take hers.
She giggles. “Sorry, Captain Cort. I’ve been instructed to make it memorable.” Her hands hit my shoulders and her feet straddle my knees.
Oh fuck. I clear my throat. “How memorable.” I’m trying to think if I have clothes here. I may need them.
With a kiss to my lips, she sways from side to side bending lower as she does. The Brothers are cheering her on and I’m fighting for control. I do not move, not even to breathe. Her ass hits my thighs causing me to suck in a breath. I let that out with a groan.
Her giggle has me smiling. “You’re going to kill me with the fucking sexy, Kram. I’m on my knees for the foreseeable future.”
She laughs throwing her arms around me. “Told you I’m good at following directions. I’m glad you’ll remember our biker-married party.”
Taking the bottle from my hand, she opens it and drinks. “Whoa, that’s about my limit here. What’s in that?” She holds the bottle up with her tongue hanging out as if to cool the burn.
She’s so fucking cute, my arms go around her so she can’t move away while I still can’t stand up. “Rye, Kram. A little different than the smooth gentleman’s that’s in the Club.”
“Whatever happened to Jack? Bikers always drink Jack and beer,” she tells me like I should know better than to carry around a bottle of anything else.
The Brothers find this funny until the Club chicks draw their attention. Real music goes on and Prospects have food going out under the tent. The distraction is a help to me.
“This is one I like. The Brothers decorated my spot again. I took this one before anyone could steal it.”
“Biker presents. Got it. I like the knee pads. Another present?”
“Yeah, they got all colors and styles out there. I like these.” I don’t tell her about the pasties and g-strings.
