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“Yes, things got a little heated. Well, OK, a lot heated, but then we were interrupted because his mom stopped by the bar to see him and – “
“You met hismother?”
“No, God no. I would have died if she’d walked in on us. No, he went out front to talk to her and I waited in his office,” I explained as I shimmied out of my jeans and kicked them aside.
“Naked?” He all but screeched into the phone, and I couldn’t help but laugh as I looked down at myself.
“Sweet cheeks, how did you know I’m standing here naked?” I teased, opening a drawer, and pulling out one of the many T-shirts of Brad’s that I’d claimed over the years. They made the perfect comfy sleepwear.
“Put your tits away, baby doll. As fabulous as they are, you know they don’t do a damned thing for me. Now, the question is, what doesJaggerthink of the girls?”
“Jagger didn’t see the girls,” I informed him primly, before letting out a little giggle. “He did get to feel them a little, but he didn’t actuallyseethem.”
“You let a hot biker feel you up on the first date? There’s hope for you yet, my little slut-in-training,” he teased. He’d been after me for four years to loosen up a little, but it just wasn’t my style. Until tonight, anyway.
My phone beeped before I could form a suitably snarky reply and I pulled it away from my ear to glance at the screen. My heart raced when I saw Jagger’s name. Oh, crap. I was supposed to call him when I got home.
“Gotta go, Brad. Jagger’s calling. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I hung up before he could say a word and switched over to accept Jagger’s call.
“Hi Jagger, I’m sorry I didn’t call yet,” I greeted him. I glanced down at myself and cringed at the thought of trying to carry on a conversation with him while almost naked.
“Angel, I was getting a little worried. I realized after you left that I had no idea how far away you live, so I wasn’t sure how long it should have taken you to get home.” Just the sound of his gruff voice in my ear had a shiver running through my body. I slipped the shirt over my head and worked my arms into the sleeves as I tried to answer him.
“Uh, I only live about ten minutes from your bar, but I got sidetracked helping my neighbor, and then a friend called as I walked in the door.”
“It’s all good, as long as you made it home safely. You know, I got to thinking that we don’t know a lot about each other yet. I’d planned to get you to tell me your real name, but you distracted me with your lips and that sweet ass of yours. Will you tell me now?”
My mouth dropped open at his comment, and I turned around to look at myself in the mirror on the closet door. He really liked my big butt? Huh.
“Will you tell meyourname now?” I retorted, still eyeing my backside. It looked a little too big to me, but as long as Jagger liked it, I could live with it.
He chuckled. “Nobody calls me by my real name anymore.”
“Not even your mom?” I asked skeptically.
“Nope, not even her.”
“You mentioned your grandmother earlier. Do you have any other close family?” I was curious to learn more about him. I wandered into the kitchen and put on the kettle to make a cup of tea while we talked, then got out my favorite mug and grabbed the tea bag and sugar.
“More than I want, sometimes,” he answered with a laugh. “My brother, Rome, lives about ten minutes away from me with his wife and kid, and my dad just lives a few streets over from them. He’s the president of our club. My grandpa founded it, but he stepped down as Prez about ten years ago, when my grandma first got sick. He wanted to spend more time with her. The lung cancer finally took her five years ago, and he still lives in the house my dad grew up in. My aunt, my dad’s sister, was killed in a robbery at her work three years ago, but I have a couple of uncles, and a few cousins floating around, too. My aunt’s widower, Cowboy is my dad’s best friend and the VP in the club, the other uncle is our Road Captain. My cousin Lucky is his son, and he’s in the club too. I’m closest to Lucky and Rome.”
“Wow, so practically your entire family is involved with the club?”
“Yeah, Cowboy and Aunt BeBe’s oldest son is prospecting with us right now, so he’ll be the next patched member, I’m sure. Linc’s a good kid.”
“Prospecting…so he’s in training to become a member, right?” Again, the one and only biker romance I’d read came to mind, and I remembered that term was used quite a bit, along with calling their wives Old Lady, and their club meetings were called Church. I wondered if Jagger’s club was the same.
Jagger barked out a laugh. “Sort of. It’s kind of like pledging a fraternity. If you survive the hazing and doing all the grunt work, you’ll become a full-fledged member of the club. It’s a chance to prove your dedication and loyalty to the club. Every club is a little different, but ours requires prospecting for a year, then your membership is put to a vote. If you don’t get voted in, you have to turn in your cut and leave the club.”
“Your cut of what? You mean, like money you’ve earned doing prospect stuff?” I asked, wishing again that I had a Bikers-for-Dummies handbook. The tea kettle started to whistle, so I grabbed it and poured the water into the waiting mug.
Jagger laughed again. “A cut is what we call the leather vests that we wear, remember?”
“Oh, you did tell me that earlier, didn’t you? Sorry, it’s a lot to take in. So why not just call them vests?” I asked, genuinely curious. I was fascinated by this whole new world he was telling me about.
“Hell, I don’t know for sure. I think I heard once that it’s because they originally were leather jackets with the sleeves cut off, but I don’t know if that’s true. I’ll ask Sinner when I talk to him. I’m sure he can tell me all about it.”
“Who’s Sinner? Did I meet him tonight? There were so many names, I couldn’t keep track of them all,” I told him. I finished adding a splash of milk to my tea, and stirred it, before carefully carrying the mug into the living room.
