Troubled Son: Savage Sons MC Romance (15 page)

I didn't say a word as I took the hand Moses offered me and slid onto the seat next to him at the long, scratched up wooden bar that spanned the length of one of the walls. A jukebox with about half of its lights working occupied one of the corners of the room, and there was a pool table and a couple of dartboards on the far wall. All of the men -- there were ten or so -- wore cuts with Savage Sons patches, though at least one of them was a prospect. There were about eight girls, and to be blunt, most of them looked like hookers. None of them looked happy to see me. Reminding myself that I hadn't expected to make friends on this case, I decided to focus on charming the Sons and leave the ladies for later.

"So you're the old lady." The man who spoke took a drag off a Marlboro as he looked me up and down. "Didn't think we'd ever see the day," he said as he nodded at me with approval.

I decided on the spot that a little trash talking might be a good way to start. "What can I say? He can't get enough of me." I sent what I hoped was a sexy sidelong look at Moses, and I was pleased to see him wink at me.

Moses put a possessive hand on my waist. "Joker, this is Max." He looked down the bar and signaled to the woman behind it.

She sauntered toward us and acted like I wasn't even there. She leaned toward Moses, resting her arms on the bar and providing a view of her cosmetically enhanced breasts that threatened to spill out of her low cut top. "See anything you like, sugar?" she asked.

"Max, whatcha drinking?" Moses turned to me as if he hadn't even noticed the bartender's come-on.

I felt like I was the center of attention of the whole room, and I wanted a drink that I could nurse so that I could stay in control. "I'll have a beer."

"Couple of Coors Lights, Kris," Moses said before turning his back on the bar. "Joker, is Sable around? I want to introduce Max to the boss lady."

Joker took a drink of some amber liquor in the shot glass in front of him before he answered. "She ran next door to handle something for one of the girls. She should be back in a minute."

I blushed when I remembered the scene I'd witnessed next door, and when I looked up at Moses, I could swear -- based on the smirk on his face -- that he could read my mind.

"We gonna be full up tonight?" Moses asked Joker.

"No fuckin' idea. Why?"

"Max and I are crashing here tonight, and I don't want a bunch of loud mouth hookers and prospects keeping us awake." Max pulled me off my bar stool, turned me around to face Joker, and pulled me back so that I was standing between his knees. He leaned forward and whispered, just loud enough for Joker to hear. "That's if you let me get any sleep at all."

His breath in my ear and the pressure of him on my ass fogged my brain with thoughts of peeling off his cut and his jeans and seeing exactly what was beneath those clothes. Kris set a couple of longnecks on the bar, and I grabbed one and drank about a third of it before I even realized what I was doing. There was no way that a beer could put out the flames of desire that Moses had kindled in me. I knew that I should stay close to Moses, but I absolutely had to get some space for just a few minutes or I was afraid I'd melt on the spot.

I leaned back so that my shoulder touched his chest. "Where's the little girls' room?" I asked, using the first escape I could think of.

Moses leaned back and hollered across the room. "Beth. Come here."

I stood up and stepped away from him, turning to see who he'd called over. My mouth went dry as I recognized the brunette who'd been on a pool table the last time I'd seen her. I couldn't help but look down at her breasts as I remembered the blonde girl sucking on her nipples. I'm absolutely certain that I blushed bright red.

"Bethany, this is my old lady, Max. Show her the bathroom."

I was getting used to being examined from head to toe. Bethany held her hand out for mine, and as soon as I put mine inside of hers, she gently tugged me across the room. I could practically feel Moses watch me as I crossed the room. I'd deny it if anyone asked me, but I made sure to walk slowly, and I made damn certain that Moses wouldn't be able to take his eyes off my back side.

I felt like the whole building was just saturated with sex, myself included.

"I didn't know Moses had an old lady," Bethany said when we got to the hallway the led off the main room.

"It's kind of a new thing. We've been seeing one another for a few months, but it hasn't been serious very long."

"Well, you're breaking hearts sweetheart. Ain't a girl in this place that wouldn't trade places with you."

Bethany showed me the restroom, and I was relieved to discover that it wasn't unisex. I was just guessing the outlaw bikers didn't have the cleanest bathrooms around.

"Thanks," I said, and I decided to roll the dice while I had Bethany alone. "Hey, the room didn't feel all that friendly -- at least not from the ladies. Anything I should know, or anyone I should steer clear of?"

Bethany leaned up against the wall and took her time as she scanned me again, as if she was trying to make up her mind about me. "You ain't likely to make friends, honey. Moses is a prize, and every girl in this place would give up her left tit to be with him."

I decided to play dumb. "He is cute, huh?"

She looked at me and shook her head. "He's more than cute and you fuckin' know it. He's loaded from what I can tell, and he's a good guy. Ain't a gangbanger and always takes care of the girls. Not all the Sons are as gentle as he is with the ladies. He gets off and gets out, but you ain't gonna be bruised up or nothin'" Bethany good up straight and started to walk back toward the room "You know all this. Sable will let the girls know the score, and as long as you don't do anything stupid, you'll be alright. But you let me know if you're gonna cut that man loose. I'll be first in line to take your place."

I watched her walk back into the room -- her short black skirt slipping down just enough to reveal the strings of a black thong. There was no way I'd ever be able to look at her without remembering her hands on the blonde girl's body. I went into the bathroom and locked the door, looking at myself in the mirror.

"Get your shit together," I whispered to my reflection. Still not used to my bleached hair, I fluffed it up and smiled, thinking about the girly posters outside. I hitched my jeans up slightly and adjusted my bra a bit, pleased with my cleavage. My goal for the evening was to meet all of the Sons and see if there were any of the girls who might be friendly. I didn't have high hopes on that score. Taking a deep breath, I washed my hands, stood up straight, put my shoulders back and headed back into the room.

Aware of the eyes on me, I walked slowly and confidently, and I tried to put a sexy swing in my hips, letting everyone get a long look at me. As I approached the bar, I watched Moses as he followed me with his eyes. He looked like he was enjoying the view. A woman had joined him, sitting next to Joker, and I figured that it had to be Sable, Joker's old lady.

She sat on the stool I'd vacated, and Joker's hand on her thigh marked her as his property. She had a mane of thick, nearly black hair, and even though she had to be close to my mother's age -- I'd guess her at around mid-fifties, she was still pretty hot. She was wearing tight, dark jeans and a loose, sheer black top over a black bra with silver stitching. She was tiny, and I guessed that when she stood up -- even with the three-inch heels she wore -- that she'd only reach my shoulder. As I got closer, I noticed the ink on her arms. Vibrant, intricate dragons -- black, emerald green, and indigo -- curled around both of her wrists. I'd never seen work so dramatic and gorgeous. The tats suited her.

I walked up next to Moses, and before I knew what was happening, he slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me toward him for a kiss. I wasn't expecting it, and I sure wasn't expecting his lips to linger as long as they did on mine. The heat shocked me, especially since the touch was so light. While his lips were on mine, I involuntarily gasped, and the breath brought his intoxicating scent closer. I grabbed his arm as I felt my knees start to buckle.

He pulled away and looked at me. For a moment it was like we were the only two people in the room. He laughed. "Miss me?"

I tried to speak and had to clear my throat before I was able to make a sound. "Always," I purred, leaning toward him and pressing myself up against him.

Moses kept his arm around me, and even though it was a distraction, I left it there.

"Max, this is Sable, Joker's old lady. She keeps the girls in line -- as well as anyone can, anyway -- and she's the person you go to if you have a problem with any of the girls."

I wasn't sure if I should offer my hand, so I just nodded at her. "Nice to meet you."

"You too, sugar. Any woman who can get Moses locked down is someone I want to get to know."

Sable seemed genuinely warm, and I relaxed a bit Maybe it wasn't going to be that hard to work my way into the confidence of the Sons' girls after all.

Chapter 20

Moses

I
figured that Bethany would be the best pick to show Max the bathroom. I didn't expect her to be nice, but I expected that Max would return with all of her limbs attached. I probably sound like an arrogant ass, but the girls had been falling all over themselves for years, trying to tie me down. I'd had more than one of them tell me I didn't need to bother with a rubber, but there was no way I was falling for that line. The last thing I needed was a hooker knocked up with my kid.

I made myself turn away from watching Max's ass as she crossed the room, and I looked at Joker. "Everything okay, man. You look like something's weighing on you."

"Fuckin' Jimmy called me about an hour ago. His boys are all fired up -- ready to waste the first Vandal they see."

Not good news. "Did you get him calmed down?"

"Yeah. He's riding down for church on Sunday, though. He wants to be here when we decide on our game plan."

"Well, that should make it interesting." Before I could say anything more, I smelled Sable's perfume and shut my mouth. She would weasel her way into every club meeting if we'd let her. I tried to discuss as little with her as I could.

She slipped her arm around my neck and planted a kiss on my cheek. "Hey, sugar. Long time, no see. Where you been hiding yourself?"

Joker grabbed Sable and pulled her away from me. Their mutual jealousy had caused more arguments than I could count, and the fact that she was my aunt didn't keep Joker from looking at me as a potential rival.

"He's got a hot new piece of ass, sugar. Our boy's all grown up with an old lady and everything."

Sable looked at me with surprise. "Really? I can't wait to meet the woman who managed to land you."

"You won't have long to wait. She's in the bathroom."

She just raised her eyebrows and took Max's seat, eyes glued to the hallway. Max walked into the room like she owned the goddamn place. I watched her hips swinging as she crossed toward me, her jeans sitting low and showing skin that I wanted to run my tongue across. By the time she reached the bar, I told myself that I was going to kiss her just to put on a show for Sable, but I knew it was bullshit. I put my arm around her, and I realized that her skin was soft and warm, and I wondered if she was as soft everywhere else.

Part of me wanted to crush her lips with mine, but I wasn't sure if she'd put up with that. I decided to settle for a quick, light kiss. My plans changed the second our lips touched. I couldn't back away. We were barely touching, and I instantly got hard as a rock. I could feel my cock grow as I finally backed off, realizing that I wasn't going to be able to control myself if we carried on any longer.

We were just supposed to be putting on an act, but my erection sure felt real, and as I looked at Max, I realized that she was just as turned on as I was. Her mouth was open slightly as she looked at me, and I really wanted nothing more than to pick her up, take her to my room, and fuck her speechless.

Instead, I introduced her to Sable.

Max looked down at Sable's inked wrists. "Your work is gorgeous. I've never seen anything quite like that."

Sable laughed at her. "Thanks. You know, you could probably get a discount on some work of your own, you know."

Max looked puzzled.

"The work's mine, Max," I told her. I was actually really proud of Sable's pieces.

Max's eyes widened, like it hadn't occurred to her that I could have done work that good. I wasn't being arrogant, but Sable's was some of the best ink I'd ever done.

"Maybe we should schedule you for a consultation, Max," I said, thinking about how hot she'd look with some of my ink on her. I was never going to get rid of my hard on by fantasizing about her naked body branded by my designs.

"We can certainly discuss that later," she answered, putting an end to the conversation.

I told Joker and Sable that I wanted to introduce Max to a few other folks, and we worked our way through the room. I concentrated on the Sons and pretty much ignored the girls. Bug wasn't around, but I did talk to J.C. for a minute while Zeno tried to talk Max into shooting a game of pool. J.C. didn't say a whole lot, but I told him flat out that we needed to be careful about the Vandal situation. I was hoping he'd buck any attempt by Bug to go up and shoot up the Wyoming MC. I knew he had a couple of kids at home, and I hoped J.C. would agree to at least consider options that wouldn't get us all killed. By the time J.C. walked away, Zeno and Max had their heads together at the far end of the pool table.