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I glance to where he’s looking to see him watching Ingrid, Hurricane’s stepmother, who has just walked in. She’s dressed nicely for the wedding in a long-sleeved, figure-hugging, floor-length red dress. Her strawberry blonde hair is down in loose curls, and as she walks, every man in here looks at her differently. She’s always been the mother figure of the club, but right this second, she’s a MILF that everyone didn’t know could look this damn good.
It even shocks me.
“Jesus,” South murmurs under his breath, and I turn back to look at him, his eyes practically bursting out of his head. It’s hard for him to hide his thoughts as he stares at Ingrid with such intense lust that it’s igniting the room.
I can’t stop the smirk forming on my lips. I see it now. With the look South is shooting Ingrid, I had it all wrong. There is no way he was talking to Clover and Addi inappropriately because, by the looks of it, South has a thing forolderwomen, and Ingrid suits that to perfection.
Too bad she is our president’s stepmother and a complete no-go zone.
“Who is that goddess?” he asks, his voice deep and husky.
I chuckle, slapping his shoulder. “Someonewaaayout of your league, brother. That’s Hurricane and Bayou’s stepmom. She’s a mother to us all here. If there is any woman at this club who you have absolutelyzeroaccess to, it’s Ingrid Ladet.”
South grins, almost like he is remembering something. “Ingrid… yeah, I’ve heard of her. I know who she is to the club. Her name literally means beautiful.”
I glance at him while he stares at Ingrid. “You’re a fucking weird one.”
He chuckles. “So I’ve been told.” He pats my chest, then takes off. I turn to look at Addi and Clover, who are giggling while watching their new friend takeover our clubhouse.
“Shit! Girls stay here,” I tell them.
“Oh, we are staying right here to watch how this turns out,” Addi states.
I glare at her, then take off in a hurry, chasing after South as he heads straight for Ingrid, who is standing with City, Izzy, and Omen and are all chatting freely.
South steps into their circle.
City spots South as I move into the group as well, trying to figure out where the fuck this is going right before Hurricane’s big day. The last thing I need is some guy hitting on Ingrid, and we have to escort him out.
City grabs South by the cut and drags him into a tight, back-slapping clasp. “You fucking bastard, you’re here!” City chuckles.
“Hey, fucker, it’s good to see you. You too, Izzy,” South chimes, pulling back. He reaches out, giving Izzy’s arm a touch. “Fuck, what’s it been? Nineteen months since you left us?”
City glances at Izzy, and she nods. “Yeah, something like that. I miss you, you big idiot,” Izzy chimes, leaning into South’s side and holding him tight.
Okay, so I got the wrong first impression if Izzy likes him.
He chuckles, planting a small kiss on the top of her head. “Missed you too, Iz. It’s damn good to see you guys. But I gotta admit, being here, feeling all the emotion, the love in the air, it’s making me…” he pauses for dramatic effect, “…tingle,”he clearly mocks.
Izzy snorts, shoving him. “You’re just jealous because you’re such a playboy.”
City chuckles. “Ain’t that the truth!” He elbows South in the ribs, but South’s eyes shift directly to Ingrid—who has kept out of the conversation so far—and he raises his hand for her to shake.
“I don’t know about that… I’m feeling something in the air right now. Hey, I’m South. I don’t think we’ve properly been acquainted,” he offers, winking at Ingrid.
Ingrid’s eyes widen as she looks at his hand and takes it in hers with a faint smile. “Hi, South, I’m Ingrid… and I’m flattered. But I’m old enough to be your mother.”
South leans in closer, and Ingrid’s breathing hitches just a little as he moves in against her ear. “Just means you have more experience, and from the way you look in that dress, I’dloveto succumb to your expertise.”
Ingrid gasps, but there’s something about the look in her eyes that tells me she’s not completely offended by his charms. Then she lets out a small laugh. “You have a mouth on you, and while I find you charming in a…desperatekind of way, if you don’t want Hurricane and Bayou to feed you to La Fin, I suggest you keep those bedroom eyes to yourself. Enjoy the wedding, South.” She grins before turning and saunters away, swaying her ass with a little more swagger, which I am sure is for South’s benefit.
He watches her leave, scratching at his bearded chin like he’s not sure what just happened. “She’s fucking breathtaking,” he murmurs.
City and Izzy laugh as Omen and I shake our heads in disbelief.
“You have a death wish, my friend,” Omen states, slapping South on the back, then walking off.
“Maybe… but you only live once, right?” he states, then takes off.
