“Lena and the club girls prepared the food. Lena’s our cook, and she makes sure we’re well fed.” Goldie chuckled as he placed a beef burrito on his plate.
“It smells delicious.”
“Wait until you taste it.”
After filling their plates, Goldie led her to one of the many aluminum picnic tables set up outside. Biting into her cheese enchilada, Hailey savored the flavors, and in a short time, she’d cleaned her plate. “I guess I was hungry,” she joked to Goldie as he smiled at her.
“Do you want me to get you something more?” he asked.
“I was thinking about getting another cheese enchilada. I can tell your cook makes the corn tortillas herself. They totally rock. Stay seated and finish your dinner, I can get it.” She started to get up but he pulled her down.
“I’ll get it. I don’t want to have to fight any of the brothers.”
“The table is right behind us. This is ridiculous.”
“It’s not. They’re gonna think you’re a biker slut and you wanna fuck. I’ll be right back.” He jumped up and went to the buffet table. While she waited, she noticed several men stop in front of her and gawk at her breasts. Waves of heat ran through her like wild internal blushes as her skin tingled from the back of her neck and across her face. Looking down, she swirled her fingertip in the condensation pooling under her glass, trying to ignore the men who still stood there staring at her.
“Fuck off. She’s with me,” Goldie growled.
“Sorry, dude. I didn’t know,” one of the men said as he instantly diverted his eyes.
The other men mumbled their apologies, clasped Goldie on the arm as if to show there were no hard feelings, and swaggered away. She leaned against his shoulder, then looked up at him. Looping her hand around his neck, she drew him close and kissed him. Goldie wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her closer, and touched her thigh. Several of the men at the table watched them, and when Goldie pulled away and went back to eating, she noticed they kept their eyes off her.It’s amazing how fast they switch gears once they know I’m with Goldie.
While they were eating, Army and Crow came over. “I’m glad to see your ass here,” Army said to Goldie.
“Yeah. I haven’t seen you at a party in quite a while. Is this what’s been keeping you away?” Crow glanced at Hailey. “Can’t say I blame you.” He wiggled his eyebrows and laughed.
“She’s not a hang-around. Hailey, this asshole is Crow, and you already know Army.”
“Are you liking the way we party?” Army asked Hailey.
“I love the food. I’ll just say that I’m glad I’m with Goldie. You all put frat parties to shame.”
The guys laughed and Goldie squeezed her close to him. “I don’t think I like knowing that you went to frat parties,” he whispered in her ear.
“That was in college. I can guarantee I didn’t party as hard as you. Not even close.”
“Tonight’s party is the best one because you’re here with me.”
His words helped melt the images of him screwing the club girls out of her mind. She figured out early on which of the women at the shindig were club girls because they wore the “Night Rebels MC Property” patch. Goldie had explained what all that meant. She was hoping the club women would look worn and strung out but, to her chagrin, they didn’t. The girls were pretty, had nice bodies, and looked like they took care of themselves. The men seemed to treat them decently, unlike how some of the outlaw clubs she’d read about. She wondered if any of the brothers ever fell in love with one of the women or vice versa. For a split second, she felt sorry for them, but then one of them strutted by and opened her leather vest, showing her big boobs to Goldie.
“See what you’ve been missing, sweetheart?” She beamed and kept going until she curled herself around a tall, good-looking man. He immediately kissed her and slipped his hands under her tiny shorts, squeezing her ass cheek.
“Who was that?” she asked.
“That’s Ruby. She’s hooked up with Roughneck. He’s prez of the Fallen Slayers, a club we’re friendly with. They came down from Silverado to party with us.”
“Have you been with Ruby?” Hailey hated that she was asking, but she couldn’t help herself.
“Yeah. Hailey, you can’t get obsessed with this. You know I’ve fucked a lot of women. It was just for good times. They didn’t mean anything to me.”
She nodded. “I know, but I can’t help thinking about it. I mean, did you screw all the club girls? Are there women here tonight that you’ve been with who aren’t the club girls?”
“Why does this shit matter? It was in the past. I’m not gonna ask who you fucked.”
“Well, I could count them on one hand. You’d need hundreds of hands.”Stop it! But I want to know. This is stupid.
Goldie looked at her for a few seconds, then took a pull from his beer. “I’ve fucked all the club girls, and there’re several women here that I’ve fucked. You want the details?”
