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I knew meeting Tank’s club would be a big step. I knew I would feel out of place, especially if all of them looked like him, and I wasn’t far off the mark. We pulled up to a bar with motorcycles lined up at the curb. A neon blue sign over the door read Alpha Riders MC.
After parking his bike, Tank took my hand in a firm grip and glanced down at me.
“You can change your mind at any time,” he said. “If you want to go home, just say the word.”
I squeezed his hand back. “You’re stuck with me, remember?”
Tank gave a small smile. He retrieved my bag of fruit from his saddlebag and led me inside. A chorus of greetings met him from the myriad of tattooed men seated at tables, the counter, or gathered around a pool table.
“All right, all right,” he said. “Quiet down. Boys, I’d like you to meet my girl, Jules.”
Someone whistled. A few others drummed their feet on the floor or raised their hands in greeting. A broad-shouldered man with a shadow of stubble darkening his face pushed away from the bar and took a step closer. The patch on his shoulder read President.
“It’s good to have you here, Jules. I’m Brewer. If any of my boys give you a hard time, just tell ‘em I said to piss off.”
I seriously doubted I would say that to any of these men but I nodded anyway. Brewer gestured around the room, introducing each member of the club.
“You’ve already met Crow and Bear, thanks to Tank. Then there’s Rooster, Mack, Axel, Diablo, and Red.”
Not a single John, Sam, or Steve in sight. I’d wondered what Tank’s real name was. But I hadn’t asked. God knows I’d always preferred to go by Jules instead of Julia, ever since I was a kid, so I was happy to call him whatever he wanted.
“My old lady, Alexandra is out back with the booze, the barbecue, and a few other girls if you’d like to join them,” Brewer added.
Tank tugged on my hand. “I’ll show her around. Get her settled.”
I trailed after him as he led me from the room and into what appeared to be a small kitchen. He set the bag of fruit on the counter and removed his sunglasses, hooking them into the collar of his shirt. Turning to face me, he curved his hands around my hips.
“Finally. All mine.”
I grinned up at him, nuzzling into his neck. He was so warm and solid. His hands skimmed up my back, sending goosebumps rippling over me.
“If you wanted to get me alone,” I said. “Inviting me to a party isn’t exactly your best option.”
“Yeah, but the clubhouse is one of the safest places you can be right now.”
I sobered up at that, thinking of Lars and his threat to my family farm. I tilted my head to look up at Tank.
“Do you know what he wants with you yet?”
Tank shook his head. “He’s leaving me on pins and needles. Likes to get me riled up and impatient.”
I tried to imagine Tank with his easy smile and charm losing his temper but I couldn’t do it.
“Where is she?” a voice echoed from the main room of the bar.
Tank released me as a woman entered the kitchen. She smiled and grasped my hands in greeting.
“You must be the lovely Jules,” she said. “I’ve heard nothing but good things about the woman who has swept our Prince Charming off his feet.”
I glanced at Tank with eyebrows raised.
“Prince Charming?” I asked.
Tank screwed one eye shut with a grimace. “Alexandra is the only one who calls me that. It stuck, for some reason.”
“He kept an eye on me when I was in trouble,” Alexandra said, nudging me with her elbow. “I mean, look at him. The perfectly golden wavy hair. A smile that could soak panties in a heartbeat. Brewer already had me hook, line, and sinker by the time I met Tank, but if I was single, I would be setting my sights on him.”
“I’m standing right here, you know,” Tank replied with amusement. He turned to the bag of fruit on the counter, unloading cartons of strawberries and cherries.
