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Then I pulled fully in, seeing the line of motorcycles as well as a smaller row of cars. A couple of them some fancy-looking sports cars.
Even with the windows up, I could hear the music thumping from somewhere in the backyard. Other noises came from that direction as well. Squeals and laughs. Loud splashes.
Party noises.
I guess I’d picked a good night to drop in.
No one would be suspicious of a random chick hanging around a party. They wouldn’t try to look into me, and figure out who I was.
Grabbing my purse, I climbed out of my car, my gaze scoping out all the exits. Something I’d been unconsciously doing since I was a kid.
You always have to know how to get away, Rynny.
That was my uncle talking.
I took everything he had to say to heart.
I didn’t go toward the front door, not when the party was out back.
“Oh, hey, bud,” I said as I was met by a giant-ass tortoise who was munching happily on some flowers. “Are you supposed to be here?” I asked. He had no answers. I figured I would find someone reasonably sober and mention the big dude, just in case he wasn’t supposed to be outside.
The party was in full swing in the backyard.
Bikini-clad girls were in the pool. One or two of them were actually topless, entertaining some men who were happy to give them their attention.
There weren’t a lot of men around, actually.
I counted all of seven, maybe.
One of them was standing at the grill, flipping skewers full of meat and veg.
The grumble of my belly said I wouldn’t mind swiping one of those. But I wasn’t there to eat. I was there to… be fed, if you will. My body had been starving since the last time I’d seen him.
“Hey, honey,” the man at the grill greeted me, giving me a warm smile. “You looking for someone?” he asked.
“Actually, I am looking for…” I said, walking toward him, and grabbing his arm. “Him.”
Thankfully, he was right there. Because it would be a little uncomfortable to admit I was looking for someone whose name I didn’t even know.
“Damn…” the man at the grill said, shaking his head sadly as my biker turned at the unexpected touch.
“The fuck…” he said, eyes going wide.
“Yes,” I agreed, smirk toying with my lips. “Let’s fuck,” I said, grabbing his wrist, and pulling him with me toward the back door of the house.
He followed behind as I walked into a nice, oversized kitchen with a seating area to the side. And, unexpectedly, a parrot cage.
“Fuck… you… Benny,” a macaw ground out between bites of pasta someone had left on the table.
Speaking of pasta, there was a serving bowl of it on the counter. Along with quesadillas, chicken with cheese and salsa, and various other finger foods.
These guys sure knew how to party.
No pizza and freaking pigs in a blanket for this crew.
“Hell, yeah, fuck that Benny,” I said in a sing-song voice to the bird who just kept chowing down on his stolen pasta. “There’s a tortoise on the side of the house,” I remembered to say.
“He lives here,” my biker said.
