Page 35 of Mile High With the Bikers
“Looks like she's having a good time,” Diesel notes.
“Without us. She promised to find Shrapnel, and to stay in the club.” I push through the crowd. Most get out of my way before I even touch them. There are benefits to being built big.
Cherry sees me first. She grins, but doesn't say anything to Rory. Opal notices and laughs. Rory on the other hand is completely oblivious with her back to me, wiggling that sexy ass back and forth. She’s still trying to mimic what Opal showed her, at least right up until the point where Opal takes her hand and twirls her.
Right into me.
“Oof! I'm so sorry, I'm—” Rory looks up and her glassy eyes go wide with recognition. “Bull! We're having girls’ night, and I'm learning how to dance all sexy, and we didn't get in trouble for stealing sandwiches even though Chef has cameras up, and Cherry says that Harper has four?—”
I shut her up with a kiss.
She resists for all of a moment, then wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back eagerly. I can taste half the bar on her lips, and it’s real fucking sweet. I wrap my arms around her to help her stand, and because I really like having her in my arms.
When we separate, she looks up and her pupils are dilated and unfocused. “I'm dizzy,” she declares.
“Hey, dizzy, I’m Bull. You're drunk as a fucking skunk, angel. You're in for a rough morning.” Keeping her in place with one arm, I brush the hair out of her face with the other. Fuck, whenever she's around, all I wanna do is touch her.
“Dance with me!” Her grip on me tightens, and she starts swiveling her hips. “Opal taught me this… this thing, and I want to show you.”
I look past her at Cherry and Opal. Cherry shrugs. “Sorry, she's a lightweight. We've been watching out for her, though. I swear.” From the way she and Opal are leaning on each other, I'm not convinced they're really heavyweights either, no matter what they think, but they're at least able to walk.
Opal nods. “She seemed really bummed at the club, but we tried to cheer her up. She's really nice.”
I smile, trying not to actually laugh. They're being so fucking earnest. “I know. Thanks. I’m going to take her back to the club, though. She’s not supposed to be out wandering on her own.”
“Yeah, they’re totally banging,” is the last thing I hear Opal say to Cherry as they walk away.
“Is she right? Are we going to bang?” Rory's still swiveling her hips against me to make me dance with her. I pull her in tight and start moving with her.
“Maybe, but not tonight. I only bang girls who are sober enough to understand they're saying yes.”
“But you'll dance with a drunk girl, right?” She stumbles but catches herself with a death grip on my cut.
“I already am, babe.”
“Oh, right.” She swivels her hip again, bumping into me, then frowns and rests her forehead on my chest.
“Listen, I'm sorry for breaking up your fun with the girls. How about we get back to the clubhouse and move this party to yourroom? If you really wanna keep on drinking there, we can make it happen. You can get as rip roaring wasted as you want to. What do you say?”
There's no answer. She get angry?
Nope, she's fucking fallen asleep. Guess that answers that. With a shake of my head, I scoop her up into my arms and make for the door to the apartments. Not gonna fucking carry her all the way back to the clubhouse. “Out of my fucking way, people.”
We get her tucked away in my bed upstairs, and she’s so dead to the world she doesn’t even notice.
“What are we doing here?” I watch the soft rise and fall of her chest. She really does look like a fucking angel with her hair fanned out around her.
“Watching Rory sleep?” Shrapnel always the wiseass.
“No, he means likewithher. And maybe it's not a bad idea to talk about it.” Diesel shrugs.
I nod. “Have to admit, I'm feeling a little bit behind the curve, and I wanna know where we're going with this because I don’t want to step on anyone’s fucking toes without knowing. If either of you are feeling like you want to stake a claim, tell me now before it causes a problem.”
Shrapnel shakes his head. “I like her. It’s fucked up that she’s so fucking far out of our league, though. If she really was a stewardess, life would be a hell of a lot easier.”
“No fucking kidding. But she’s a grown woman, and she seems cool with all of us. We’re no strangers to sharing so… is there even a problem?” Diesel looks between us.
“Good.” I push a strand of hair out of her face and she sighs, settling down into an even deeper sleep. “If she wants to choose, that’s up to her, but for now we’re all free to play.”
