Page 90 of Sangre
“I heard most of the Fallen Slayers will be here. It’ll be a good time. Maybe you can get them to go to Iris Blue’s show on Saturday.”
“I think it’s sold out. I’ll ask Isla.”
Skull jingled the keys in his hand. “I better get going. I’ll see you later.” He ambled over to a canary yellow Harley.
Sangre watched him until he disappeared, then he took out his phone and called Isla.
“Hi, sexy.” She laughed softly. The sound of her voice—light, breathy, smooth—gave him a rush that made his pants tight and his imagination work overtime.
“Hey, hot stuff. What’re you up to?”
“Writing lyrics. The guys are coming over to jam later on. We want to record two of the new songs. I like you calling me ‘hot stuff.’ Makes me tingle all over.”
“I wish I was there to make you do more than that. I fuckin’ need to be with you. I’m hard just hearing your voice.”
A breathy laugh. “Just from hearing my voice? Poor boy.”
His cock strained against the denim fabric. “Everything you do makes me hard.”
“I can fix that.” He heard her smack her lips, then a low chuckle. “Come over here.”
His dick groaned. “You don’t know how bad I want to, but I’m meeting with two clients who want security, then later I’ve got an appointment with Chains to go over club business. I’ll come over after that.”
A loud sigh. “The guys will be here until real late. We have to get the songs perfect before we go into the studio tomorrow.”
“Fuck, babe. I miss you.” If Army, Crow, Chains, Shotgun, or some of the other brothers had been standing there, they would’ve had a field day with that one. But hedidmiss her, and it wasn’t just the sex, although being inside her was incredibly hot. He missed holding her, talking with her, listening to her sing as she wrote lyrics. What he missed waseverythingabout her.Yeah, the brothers would be outta control over this.
“Me too. Let’s go out to dinner tomorrow night. I should be home from recording around six. Does that sound like a plan?”
“The club’s having a party here tomorrow night. A lot of officers from other clubs will be there. I want you to go with me.”
“That’d be great.” Her voice squeaked with excitement, making her sound adorable.
“Don’t be so eager. Biker parties aren’t like the average citizen’s party.”
“I’m sure they’re not any wilder than rock parties or Hollywood parties with the too-much-money set. Believe me, I’ve seen it all.”
“I forgot you live in LA and are jaded.” He smiled when he heard her crack up on the other end. “Even though you’re experienced with all kinds of debauchery, I’ll have to go over the rules with you before you step inside the club. The way you look, you’ll be deer to the hungry lions that’ll be here tomorrow.”
“Definitely sounds like a Hollywood party at around midnight. I’m looking forward to it. Thanks for asking me. I’ve been reading up on biker clubs, and women who aren’t there to put out are usually not included in the club’s activities. Reeks of chauvinism, but hey, it’s your club.”
“It’s more than my club. It’s my world… my life, and I wanted to show it to you. I saw a glimpse of yours at the studio the other night, and it’s time you get a look at mine.”
“Did all your old girlfriends get to party with you?”
“Nah.”
“How come?”
“I didn’t want them to.” And that was true. He kept his relationships at arm’s length from his world. Some of them would ask him to take them to the club or the parties, but he never felt like sharing that part of him with any woman until Isla came back into his life. Now he wanted her to be a part of everything, and he wanted to know her world as well.
Silence fell between them, and he wanted to tell her that he never cared or wanted a woman to be part of his life like he did with her, but instead, he glanced at the time then cleared his throat. “I gotta meet the first client. Mark is on duty tonight, and your band mates will be with you. If anything spooks you, or you need to talk, call me. Do you want me to come by to take you to the studio in the morning?”
“No. The guys will probably crash over tonight, so I’ll just go with them.”
His stomach hardened and he clenched his jaw. “I don’t like that fuckin’ drummer staying over without me there.”
“It’ll be fine. By the time we’re done, everyone’s so damn tired that they usually crash on the sofa and floor even though I have three guest rooms. Don’t worry about Benz—I’m in control, not him. You trust me, don’t you?”
