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He resisted the urge to check his phone for the tenth time. It’d been a long time since he’d waited on a woman. It was a foreign feeling. Maybe she wouldn’t show after all. The idea bothered him more than he was willing to admit. He had sworn to himself he wasn’t gonna go down that road again with any woman. Yet, there he was, waiting on Cheyenne.
Most of the guys who belonged to his club were single. For the ones who had wives and girlfriends, less than half were faithful. He never understood why they shacked up if they were gonna cheat. It had never been his style.
He lifted his beer to his lips and took a swig. When he felt a hand on his back, he turned.
Meg hopped onto the stool next to him. “Waiting on someone?” She winked and lifted her hand, getting Nadia’s attention.
“Beer, Meg?” Nadia leaned on the bar, giving Trax an amazing view down her shirt. The girl was stacked, and he’d enjoyed everything she had to offer a few times. For as beautiful as she was, he wasn’t interested, though. Not anymore. Only one woman he wanted to catch that view of.
“Yeah, sweetie, thanks.” Meg turned to Trax. “So?”
He raised his brows.
Meg rolled her eyes, and playfully punched his arm. It was her thing; she’d done it all the time. “Is she coming?”
He shrugged. “Said she would.”
Meg grinned. “I like her.”
Trax smiled and snickered. He didn’t need her to tell him. He was well aware of what Meg and Nadia thought of Cheyenne.
Nadia placed the bottle on the bar, looked up at him, and winked. “Me too.”
Trax took another swig of his beer. The last thing he was going to do was chime in that he agreed with them. Hell, his balls were on the verge of shriveling in this girl talk.
“Can I give you some advice?” Meg said. He slowly cocked his head. He loved Meg, but her advice on women was unnecessary.
“Ain’t a virgin, Meg.”
She chuckled, followed by Nadia’s giggle. “I can confirm it, Meg. Trax knows what he’s doing.” She winked again, and he smirked.
“I wasn’t talking about sex.” She swiveled her seat and faced him. “I remember the first time Mick brought me to the club.” She narrowed her eyes. “He had enough sense to pick me up and not make me walk in alone.”
He sighed and opened his mouth, but her hand struck out, slapping his arm again. “You’ll know better next time. Now listen. I was scared shitless, thinking ‘I like this guy, but his club? No way.’ I only came ’cause I wanted to be with Mick. This was back when Jack was president, and things tended to be a bit wilder.” She smirked. “No offense.”
“Orgies on the bar?”
Meg rolled her eyes. “Fucking first time here. Surprised I didn’t go running for the door. Actually, I probably would have had Mick not been holding my hand with a vise grip. The whole scene was intimidating, Trax. From the guys, to the women, my first thought was, I don’t belong here. This life isn’t for everybody, but it was the one Mick chose, and he made it known he wasn’t gonna give it up.”
Neither would Trax. He’d been through a lot with these men—prison, wives, jobs, death, they were brothers in the truest sense of the word. Not a man he trusted more than the ones who wore the patch. Giving it up for anyone wasn’t an option.
“So, your advice is what? Don’t get involved with her?” Saying it caused a tightening in his chest. It was absurd for him to have this reaction about letting Cheyenne go. He barely knew her. Yet, the mere thought of not being with her struck deep. She was the first woman to make him consider long-term plans.
“No. Listen.” She paused. “You have to bring her in slowly. Make her see why you love it, show her. You can’t expect for her to fall in line ’cause this is your life. She’s gotta see why this is special to you. Then you gotta show her you two can have a life that doesn’t include the club. Something for just the two of you. You want her forever, she’s gotta know while you wouldn’t give up the club, she’s just as important.”
Trax snorted. “You got me married off now?”
Meg cocked her brow. “You will marry that one, Trax. You can sit here and deny it, but I’ll be saying, ‘Told ya so, asshole,’ when you’re standing at the altar. Mark my words.”
“I think you’re gonna marry her too, and have babies. Oh God, Trax, you gotta let me babysit.” Nadia grinned, turning to Meg. “They are gonna make the cutest babies, right?”
“Oh, fuck me,” Trax said, downing the remainder of his beer, listening the women laugh at his expense.
Meg headed home ten minutes later, and Trax was left checking his phone and glancing back at the door. He’d give her five more minutes, and then he was calling. He threw back a shot when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Gage with Rourke standing close behind. The looks on their faces was not a good sign.
He slammed the glass onto the bar, turning to face them.
