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“Thank you for today and for telling me about everything,” I whisper before he starts the bike.
“Days not over yet.” He starts his bike and calls back, “Hold on tight.”
Linc peels out of the parking lot, and I let out a cross between a laugh and a yelp. We’re going faster than earlier, but instead of being scared out of my mind, I relax into him and let the freedom of being with him wash over me.
As Linc speeds through the mostly empty street, I notice a black sedan keeping pace with us. I tap Linc’s shoulder and point my thumb over my shoulder. Just as he looks in his side mirror, the car turns down a neighborhood street and out of our sight.
When we arrive back at the clubhouse, Linc asks me about the car.
“I mean, it might not have been following us, just looked a little out of place.” I shake out my hair and try to finger-comb the knots. Note to self: next time, put my hair in a braid, not a ponytail. “Sorry if it seemed like I was freaking out over nothing.”
“No, babe,” he starts leading me to the door. “Those are good instincts. Always tell me if something seems a little off, no matter how small you think it is.”
I smile at him as he opens the door.
“This is absolute bollocks,” comes an angry British voice when I step into the clubhouse. “A bunch of shite, I tell you,” Jude swears as I watch him unbuckle his belt and whip it out of the loops before setting it in the middle of the table in front of him.
A loud laugh escapes me when I take in the scene before me. There are four bikers, all in various stages of undress, sitting at a card table with my best friend, still fully clothed.
Ozzy and Knox are sitting at the bar with smirks on their faces when they see Linc and me enter the room.
“What the hell… Never mind, I don’t think I want to know,” Linc says from behind me.
“The boys decided they wanted to play a game of poker. Not sure which one thought strip poker was a good idea,” Knox tells him.
“In our defense, we didn’t realize Lucifer was a bloody card shark,” Jude grouses.
“Don’t blame me just because you thought I was bad at poker,” Lucy says. “What was it you said?” she asks while tapping her chin with her cards. “Oh, yeah, there’s no way a bloody bird can play better than us. It’ll be like stealing candy from a baby,” she says, badly mimicking Jude’s accent.
“One.” Jude holds up a finger. “I don’t sound like that. And two,”—he holds up another finger—“you made it seem like you’d never played a day in your life.”
“I never said that,” Lucy replies. “I just told you I don’t really like playing. It’s not my strong suit. You decided that meant I didn’t know what I was doing and decided strip poker would be a fun way to pass the time. Sorry, pal, you never asked if I was good. I just don’t really like card games. Doesn’t mean I don’t know how to play them.” The small smile on her face tells me she isn’t sorry in the least.
“Well, I think I’m done embarrassing myself,” Barrett says. He’s the one who looks as though he lost the most hands, with only a bandanna covering his lap. “I know when to call it.”
He stands, keeping the small piece of fabric in place as he rifles through the pile on the table, grabbing his pants, shirt, and black boxer briefs. When he turns to leave, he gives the entire room a full view of his ass as he walks back toward the bedrooms. Linc promptly covers my eyes with his large hand, his deep laugh vibrating through his chest.
“Your friend is a menace,” he whispers in my ear.
“She absolutely is.” A light giggle slips out of me when he nips at my ear.
“I think I promised you dessert earlier.” His thumb brushes the skin under my shirt right above the button of my jeans.
The tantalizing movement causes a rush of tingles just south of where his finger is caressing.
“Give me a minute. I’m gonna check in with Lucy.”
Linc kisses the side of my neck and releases his hold on me. “Meet me in my room.”
I nod and make my way to Lucy.
“You good?” I take a look at her hand and Jude’s glowering expression. He’s about to lose what little he has on.
“Oh, yeah. Don’t worry about me, sis. Go have fun.” She looks up at me and shoots me a salacious wink. When her gaze travels across the table to Jude, she announces, “You know what, maybe I do like playing cards after all.”
Jude mumbles something about liking the pits of hell, and I laugh, heading in the direction of Linc’s room. Maybe one of these days, those two will get along.
Not today, though.
