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Scorpio smacked Chains on the shoulder. “This dude hasn’t fucked a club woman in forever. Ruby’s horny as shit, but he’s not putting out.”
Chains shook Scorpio’s hand off him and gripped the steering wheel.
“Did you go and fall for that vet doc?” Eagle asked.
“Yeah,” Chains said as his knuckles turned white.
Scorpio jerked back in the seat. “Did you just say you’ve got a woman? Acitizen?”
“Yeah,” he mumbled.
“I knew you were a goner. When are we gonna meet this lady?” Eagle asked.
Chains shrugged. For the past week, Autumn had been asking to see where he lived and meet his friends, but he’d resisted. He wasn’t sure how she’d react to the members and especially to the club girls. She’d been on his mind a lot that day, and he wanted to be with her in the worst way, so he was planning on dropping by her office after he had a drink with Eagle when they got to the clubhouse.
“You can’t keep her hidden forever,” Eagle said.
“I wanna see what she looks like. Is this the chick Jigger’s been talking about?” Scorpio asked.
“It is,” Eagle answered.
“Glad to have you as my fuckin’ lawyer,” Chains grumbled. “I’ll bring Autumn by when I do. End of conversation.”
Eagle nodded as smoke billowed around him. “I’ve decided to buy a new bike. I thought about it while I was bored outta my fuckin’ mind in the hospital. After going through what I did, a new Harley is the sweet reward.”
The rest of the drive home, the conversation centered on everything to do with motorcycles: old models versus new ones, customizing them with artwork and more chrome, adding illegal, altered exhaust systems so the bikes made more noise, and, of course, road stories.
In no time, Chains was back at the bar in the clubhouse, making a toast to Eagle before downing a shot of tequila. The members gathered around their brother, clasping him on the back, pulling him in numerous bear hugs, and bumping fists with him. The club girls buzzed around him, rubbing their barely clothed bodies against him. Lila sat firmly on Eagle’s lap while Ruby and Kelly massaged his shoulders. Chains chuckled when Eagle glanced his way: the dude was enjoying this way too much.
As Chains slipped outside, he bumped into Steel, who was hurrying across the parking lot.
“How’s Eagle?” the president asked.
“Loving every fuckin’ minute of the attention he’s getting, especially from the club women.”
Steel laughed. “I bet he’s been dreaming about this for the past five weeks. You heading out?”
“In a bit.” Chains held up the phone. “I gotta make a call.”
“Okay. Oh, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about teaching that online class. It’s not going to work, especially now with this Los Malos shit the club’s got going on. I just need all the members available all the time. Committing to teaching a class ties you up.”
Chains nodded. “I came to that conclusion too. I’m thinking of offering an online video class or something. My wom—” He stopped and kicked at the dirt with the toe of his boot.
“We all know you got a woman.” Steel chuckled. “It’s been the main gossip at the club for quite a while. Who is she?”
“She’s Thor’s vet. Autumn’s her name. I think she’ll fit in with the old ladies real good—especially Breanna. She’s so damn smart…” His voice trailed away.
“Can’t be that intelligent because she’s with you.” Steel joked.
Chains flipped his president the bird, then laughed. “I can’t say I haven’t thought that myself.”
“All kidding aside, you’re no dumbass. Sometimes it’s scary how your mind works. I’m just surprised you went for a citizen.”
“Me too, but you know how it is,” Chains said.
A grin spread across his face. “Yeah, I knowexactlywhat you mean. Breanna just slipped into my life and blew me the fuck away.” Steel gripped Chains’s upper arm. “Good luck with it. If she’s the one, don’t let anything”—he jerked his head toward the clubhouse—“or anyone pull you away.”
“I don’t plan to,” he replied.
