“That wasn’t exactly the question I asked, but your evasiveness about the subject of marriage and commitment speaks volumes.”
“Look, I’m always honest with the women I’m with. What bullshit fantasies they get about me is their own damn problem.”
Alex rolled her eyes. “You’re such a romantic.”
“Well, well, who do we have here?” a voice questioned behind us.
Alex whirled around a little too fast, causing her to stagger on her feet. “I probably should have eaten something before having those three shots,” she murmured.
“Maybe you should have fed the poor girl something, Deacon,” Case’s wife, Kim, chastised.
“You know I’m more about getting them drunk than keeping them sober,” I replied, with a wink.
Kim smacked my arm playfully before reaching over to hug me. As she pulled away, her green eyes shot me a questioning look. I knew she was wondering what in the hell I was doing partying with Alex, especially right in front of Cheyenne. As an old lady, she was in charge of keeping the peace between the wives, girlfriends, and croweaters. From her expression, the whole situation had trouble written all over it.
Although I wasn’t one to ever want an old lady, Kim was one of the best. With her humor, over-the-top personality, and heart as big as her natural double d’s, she made a hell of a president’s wife. Case had fallen head over fucking heels for her the moment he saw her dancing at the Lounge.
At first, the nineteen-year-old blonde bombshell didn’t warm to forty-year-old Case’s come-ons. Like me, she’d run away from foster care at fifteen, and then had been living hard the last couple of years. But once he started showing her his softer side, the one his brothers had no idea existed, he finally won her over. They married a year later, and they still couldn’t keep their hands off of each other, which is also evident in their five kids ranging from three to twenty.
“Where are your manners, Deacon? Introduce me to your friend,” Kim said, interrupting my thoughts.
“This is Willow’s teacher, Alexandra Evans.” Motioning to Kim, I said to Alex, “This is our President’s wife, Kim.”
Alex extended her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Kim replied with a smile.
Tiny strolled up then with a clipboard in his hand. “Hey bossman, we just got some deliveries that need taking care of.”
I nodded. “Excuse me, ladies.” After I hopped off my stool, I turned to Rev. “Keep an eye on her,” I said in a low voice.
“Sure thing,” he replied.
It took a good fifteen minutes to take care of the inventory. It needed a little extra care supervising it out to the warehouse considering what was inside—the latest gun shipment we were holding for our Tennessee chapter of the Raiders. Once it was secured inside, I headed back to the clubhouse.
Music blaring out of the jukebox, along with the sound of whistles and catcalls, met me when I came back in the door. I couldn’t imagine what the hell was going on. Then I did a double take at the sight of Alex on top of the bar, dancing with Kim. But she wasn’t just dancing. No, she was singing off-key as loud as she could toPour Some Sugar on Me.
“Well fuck me,” I muttered under my breath.
About ten of the guys encircled the bar, watching and cheering them on. Of course, most had their perverted gazes fixed on Alex. Her limber body served her well in ballet as well as bar dancing. Each sway of her hips and slide of her hand down her body caused my dick to swell. It was either cut and run or get Alex the fuck off that bar. Of course, there was also a third option that had me getting her off the bar and taking her to my room to fuck her brains out.
I chose Choice B for both of our sakes. I could only imagine that sober Alex would be mortified at her behavior. Striding upto the bar, I pushed some of the guys out of my way. When I saw Rev, I smacked him on the back of the head. “Jesus, man, what’s your problem?” he shouted over the music and singing.
Motioning to Alex, I said, “I thought I told you to watch her.”
Rev grinned. “I am watching her.”
“Yeah, for the record, her dancing on top of the bar was not what I had in mind.”
“Come on, Deacon. She’s just cutting loose and having some innocent fun.”
At my ‘you gotta be shitting me look’, Rev said, “She’sjustdancing. If she had started trying to strip, I would’ve stopped her. As far as our brothers go, you can be damn sure that no one touched a hair on her head on my watch…well, maybe no one but Kim.”
At that moment, Alex backed her ass up to Kim and ground against her. “Sweet Jesus,” I grunted while the men around me shouted their approval. When Alex finally met my gaze, I crooked my finger at her. With the grace of a supermodel on a runaway, she walked down the length of the bar to me. The moment she was within my grasp, I motioned her down to where I could whisper in her ear. When she did, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down.
My brothers booed and hissed at my move. “Shut the fuck up!” I shouted, as I put Alex on her feet.
“No, I don’t want to stop dancing.”
