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I know today will be a money maker for the club based on the sheer amount of people walking through. In addition to the rodeo events themselves, Issy put a lot of thought into the other attractions to keep everyone entertained. For Gopher and myself, it’s a bit of a statistical nightmare. As a club, we’ve got our own fair share of enemies, and with Riptide’s club dealing with the Onyx Dragons right now, something like this weekend’s event poses a lot of security issues.
“Let’s go grab something to eat,” I say to Livy since I’m on break from my shift and sought her out so I can spend some time with her.
“Oh! That sounds good, actually,” she replies, holding Theo out to me so she can walk down the bleachers where she and the other women from Hope House are sitting. I see Buddy is with them and give him a nod which he returns.
Once she’s next to me, I curl Theo against my chest and take her hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. I hear her breath hitch and smile, knowing she’s as affected as I am at something as simple as a mere touch.
“What do you feel like eating?” I ask as we approach food alley.
It’s what I’m calling the various buildings and food trucks that applied for the right to sell everything from funnel cakes to frosty beers in a plastic cup. I’m impressed at how organized and clean everything is, then smirk when I see not only our three prospects, Mongrel, Monkey, and Mutt hustling around emptying trash and cleaning off the picnic tables that are scattered about, but several from some of the other chapters who made the trip for Gage’s last ride.
I still hold quite a bit of resentment toward him; while he wasn’t a brother in the club, he was close enough to all of us who’ve been around for a long time, and the betrayal definitely stings. He might have redeemed himself by throwing his body in front of Rio when the Mojave Devil fucker shot at him, but at the same time, his first loyalty should have been to Issy, not some sister he really didn’t know.
“What about an Italian sausage with onions and peppers?” she replies.
“Not a bad idea, that way if we both eat onions, it won’t matter when I kiss you later,” I tell her, smirking when her face turns a becoming shade of pearlescent pink. Leaning closer, I whisper, “It’s happening, Livy.”
“Uh, okay,” she stammers.
It’s kind of ironic that anyone wearing a cut or a support T-shirt like Livy’s wearing has their own line at the Sausage House, but it shows our pull in the community. After placing our order with the promise that someone will bring it to us, I head to a picnic table that’s somewhat in the shade.
“You’re turning a little bit pink,” I advise, running my index finger down her nose. “Maybe you should get a hat.”
“I don’t understand, either. My moisturizer has SPF in it, and I also put on some sunblock specifically made for the face,” she says.
“Sweetheart, it’s hotter than Hell out here. That probably burned off in an hour or so. The last thing I want is for you to be miserable later. We’ve still got Gage’s last ride which won’t happen until the end of the day.”
“I probably should stay in the shade as much as possible then,” she muses.
“We’ll grab a hat from one of the vendors before I take you back to the women. As a club, we’re sitting together because even though Gage wasn’t a brother per se, many of us grew up with him,” I say.
“That works for me.”
Our food is delivered, and Livy’s eyes widen in surprise at the amount of food on the plate. “I will never eat all of this, but it smells ah-mazing so I will do my best,” she says as she takes a bite. Then she moans as the flavors explode in her mouth and seeing the Italian sausage has my dick thickening behind my zipper. I know she didn’t do it intentionally, but now I’m wondering if she’ll make the same noises when I’m filling her pussy or thrusting into her mouth.
“Good, babe?” I manage to ask through a throat that’s suspiciously tight. Every sense is heightened and I’m pretty sure it has less to do with the sheer number of people around us and everything to do with the woman sitting across from me.
“It’s delicious,” she mumbles around a full mouth, her cheeks poked out like a chipmunk’s. After she chews and swallows, she takes a drink of her Dr. Pepper and grins at me. “My mamawould smack me if she saw what I just did. But it’s so good, I can’t help myself.”
Snickering, I continue to eat my own meal, grateful for a few minutes of down time. While I’d prefer it if Livy was stuck to my side, I have responsibilities to my brothers to ensure their safety, as well as the safety of all those in attendance. I’ve got a lot on my plate and every single brother here has gotten a picture of Jasper, so they know to be on the lookout for him and his ragtag buddies. Because he’s been too quiet, and I don’t believe for a single second that he’s moved on.
No. He wants my woman. To him, she’s a possession, no more important than an object whose strings he can yank on, a thing to control and abuse. However, that’s not her at all. She may have been temporarily trapped in his world of Hell, but she got out and it’s my job now to ensure she’s happy while she heals. So far, I think I’m doing it right. I spend more time in town now than I ever have. Before Livy, I went in to collect the money from the laundromat, allowing the prospects to pick up anything I needed. Now? Well now, I’m there practically every single day, taking her out, bringing her food, watching movies with her while she makes dinner, or we eat takeout.
I’ve already gotten permission from Rio to build a house far enough out on the property that we’ll have privacy, but close to the clubhouse in case we’re needed. During our many talks, I found out that Livy prefers old-fashioned farmhouses, so after an extensive search and a lot of shit talking from my brothers, I found the perfect design. Ground has already been broken and because it’s Texas and basements aren’t really easy to put in because of the dirt in this region, I have a storm shelter going in at the same time. I’ll also have a panic room on each floor. While the likelihood that we’d ever need one is slim to none based onthe fact we’re on Kings’ property, it’s not zero and I refuse to take any chances with my woman and son.
We continue to eat in companionable silence, broken only by Theo’s little squeals as he sees the bright balloons that several kids walking by are carrying. “Maybe we should get him one,” I say as we finish our lunch.
“I thought about getting his face painted but I’m worried the paint might bother his skin,” she replies. “So, maybe a balloon is a good compromise.”
“Then let’s go get him one and a hat for you. We’ve still got Gage’s ride.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
Olivia
“See you when this part is over,” BamBam says as he lightly touches his lips to mine in a soft caress.
