Page 8 of Pedal to the Metal
Chapter Six
Savannah
I can’t lieand say that Raze is anything but sexy as sin. Watching him fight was definitely the highlight of my day. My week, actually. Sitting in the front row gives you a great view. The look he gave me after his fight had me squeezing my legs together. For a brief moment, I wanted to go into the ring to congratulate him, but I didn’t. Right after the ref called the fight, Saint was telling me we had to leave.
We make our way back out to our cars. There are a couple of tire biters with Diesel and Clutch. Riv and I look at each other and grin.
“There you are!” I yell at Diesel. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, and you’re out here with some skank?” I pretend to be hurt by his actions.
The girl looks at me, confused out of her mind, and Diesel is glaring at me. I see Rivet out of the corner of my eye, fighting back laughter.
“Umm . . . well, maybe we’ll see y’all around some other time,” the girl says to Diesel as she grabs her friend’s arm. “Sorry,” she mutters to me, and they take off. Rivet and I double over laughing.
“Ha, ha. Real fucking funny, Minx!” Diesel says, annoyed.
“Aw come on, D. You didn’t really want her,” I say, nudging him with my elbow.
“I wanted to get my dick wet,” he tells me.
“Well, we gotta go, and tire biters ain’t welcome at our house,” Rivet says to him, and he makes a face at her. She sticks her tongue out.
“Enough fucking around. Let’s get on the road,” Buster chastises us. “Raze and Saint will meet us there. We’re going straight to your house.”
“Yes, Sir,” Rivet and I say at the same time, both of us mock saluting him. He shakes his head at us and goes to his car. We load up and head to the house. The lights are on, which means Tink or Lolita is home and awake. We all park our cars and head inside.
“Look what the cat dragged in!” Tink yells when she sees Rivet and I walk in. She gets off the couch to come greet us when she stops. Her eyes practically bug out when she sees the guys walking in behind us.
“Well, well. Who are these fine gentlemen?” she purrs out, and Riv and I chuckle. Tink has always been a bit of a flirt.
“These are some of the guys from Arizona. Buster, Shade, Diesel, and Clutch.” Rivet introduces the guys. “Guys, this is Tink.”
They all say hi, and she grins. I wonder which one she’ll flirt with first. The thought makes me giggle. The guys are all standing awkwardly around the door.
“Come on in and make yourselves at home,” Tink says to them.
“Y’all want anything to drink? Water? A beer? Some whiskey?” I ask them as I walk into the kitchen.
“I’ll take a beer,” Buster calls out.
“Yeah, me too,” Clutch says. I see him checking Tink out. I smile and shake my head. She’s going to eat him up.
“I’ll just take water please,” Shade says as he follows me into the kitchen.
“Grab me water too,” Diesel says to Shade.
We set out to get everyone's drinks. I point Shade in the direction of the beer, while I get the waters and my own drink. I mix up some Jack and Coke and add a splash of grenadine. I take a sip and let out a small sigh.
“Everything alright?” Shade asks me. He and I got pretty close while I was in Arizona. Nothing ever happened between us besides a little flirting here and there. We talked a lot. Buster told me that I was the first person that’s been able to get Shade to open up and talk. He’s always been easy for me to talk to, and I guess the feeling is mutual.
“Just got some heavy shit on my plate right now,” I tell him with a weak smile. He holds up a finger telling me to hold on, then takes the drinks out to the other guys. I’m about to sit at the table when he walks back in.
“Let’s go outside. Get some fresh air,” he says as he walks straight for the sliding glass door. There are just a few lawn chairs and a small table out here, but it works. We both sit down. Neither of us says anything for a minute. Sometimes, this is all we need— each other’s company and a quiet spot. Neither of us ever pressures the other to talk, and I think that’s what makes it so easy for us to talk to each other. No pressure, no judgment.
“You know you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. Just remember we’re all here for you. I know the MC is your family, but we’re your family too,” he tells me. I smile at him and pat his arm.
“Thank you, Shade. I know y’all are, and I appreciate it. I’m happy I have y’all in my life,” I say. After a few more minutes of silence, we hear the rumbling sound of multiple Harleys.
“Sounds like your man is here,” Shade jokes. I look at him with wide eyes.
“Raze isnotmy man!” I whisper-shout at him, and he laughs. This fucker laughs.
“Funny how you knew exactly who I was talking about,” he replies. “I saw the way he was lookin’ at you, Savi.” I act like I’m ignoring him. Raze didn’t really say much to me tonight. A man of few words I guess. He always looked pissed off too. I’m not sure what Shade thinks he saw, but I’m sure he’s not interested in me. Not that I care either way. I’m not on the market.
“I better go get the guys so we can head back to the hotel. Text us in the morning with your plans for the rest of the weekend. We’re down for whatever,” he says as he stands up and holds his fist out to me. I give him a fist bump.
“Yeah, for sure. Drive safe,” I say to him as he walks inside. I stay outside and finish my drink. Texas summer nights are my favorite. I love sitting outside and just gazing at the stars.
