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“A guy like Saint is only after one thing.”
“Really?” I slapped my hand on my chest and feigned surprise. “The pervert!”
“I mean it, Bird.”
“Maybe that’s exactly what I’m after, Raymond.”
He growled again.
“I don’t know what your problem is or why you care who I take to my bed.” I pulled up “Bartender” by one of my favorite groups, Lady A. Of course, Raymond didn’t like it because he’d only get to sing backup. Oh well. Too bad, so sad.
“Not that song.”
Knew it.
“I don’t need you for me to slay the song.” I pushed play and grabbed my microphone.
What I also loved about this song was how it made my body move, all seductive and sexy. Saint would enjoy the show. Raymond would hate it. Win-win!
The music started, and I took the lead. Half of the time, I was looking directly into Raymond’s eyes. Our souls collided like always when we sang together. The rush I felt with him beside me used to be all I needed, but not anymore.
So, the other half of the song I gave Saint all my attention. I could see my mom and dad following my gaze to him. I had to say; they didn’t seem upset that I was shaking my ass for an older biker.
At almost twenty-three, I was ready to be with a man full time. I needed affection and sex. I had needs and by the looks of it, Saint was more than willing to give me what I desired.
Truth be told, I was at the end of my rope, waiting for Raymond to get his head out of his butt. Two years ago, I gave myself to him. Poured my heart out to him and he didn’t appreciate me.
If he didn’t want me, then he needed to leave me alone and stop giving me mixed signals. I sure as hell didn’t need a bodyguard.
The song ended, and I waved my girls over to sing with me.
“What are you doing?” Raymond asked.
“I want my friends on stage with me.” I looked at him longingly, wishing he was mine, then pointed at his date. “She looks bored. Better go entertain her.” I turned on my heels and went to pull up the song I wanted to sing and turn on the disco ball above the stage.
Dezi and Demi were the first to join me and huddled around the machine to see what song I put in.
“Damn girl, finally,” Dezi said. “I’m so over country music.”
My mom loved country music, and my dad was into classic rock. But the younger generation of girls liked pop and R&B. But this song, “Hold On,” would have some of the old ladies running onto the stage to sing with us, and my mom would lead the charge. They loved En Vogue.
My dad would hate it, but he would never stop us.
“Let’s form the line, ladies.” Forming a line was our thing. We even had dance moves that we performed. I pushed the play button and ran over to my spot.
Dezi and Demi were on either side of me. As the intro began, the three of us harmonized like a trio of professionals. My adrenaline kicked in. Performing in front of others was the greatest high I’d ever had.
Jaynee was the first to fly out of her seat. Her excited screams made my heart swell. She grabbed her daughter Sadie by the hand and practically pulled her onto the stage. Jaynee was the craziest and most fun of the old ladies.
Tara, Sugar, and my mom rushed toward us next. I wished Ember hadn’t left. She would’ve been next to me, singing her heart out. But I was happy she and Dante were finally alone together, so they could sort stuff out.
The eight of us stole the attention of every person in the bar, men and women alike. Singing karaoke in the bar had begun over twenty years ago, after my dad fell instantly in love with my mom when he saw her singing at The Bullet. Weekly karaoke had quickly become a tradition and as the next generation took over, many of us were musical and enjoyed performing.
Hero, Lynx, and Bryce were cheering us on. Raymond had returned to his blonde date. He looked pissed, and I say, good.
Saint bobbed his head and couldn’t take his eyes off me. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do about him. I had half a mind to let him give me what we both wanted. There had been no one who piqued my interest since I’d been with Raymond. The only orgasm I’d gotten in the last couple of years was the ones I’d given myself. I had a drawer full of toys I enjoyed, but I needed dick.
We rocked the clubhouse’s bar, as usual. It made me sad we didn’t do many group karaoke numbers anymore, except on special occasions like tonight’s party for Dante.
