by Amy Davies
“Hey, can my old lady not talk about one of my brothers getting off,” Magnum snipes, pulling Risky tighter to his body. She turns and kisses him, shutting the big fucker up.
“He’ll be hard up for a while if Kenny gets a hold of him.” Rookie sniggers from his place against the wall.
My head snaps in his direction, and I find him smirking at me. I flip him off, and he laughs. The cheeky bastard laughs. Oh, his time will come, you can bet on that.
“What’s he talking about?” Prez asks me. I turn to face him as he slowly moves Risky off his lap and stands. I clear my throat, swinging my gaze back to Rookie and scowling at him before dragging my thumb across my throat, then pointing at him, mouthing, ‘dead’.
He winks and tucks his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.
“I had a date with Farrah, his granddaughter, but then shit went down with Edge and the prospect and I forgot to call and cancel,” I explain, shrugging.
Slade walks over to the booth opposite Prez and Risky, and he pulls Ida against him. Fuck, seeing the two couples makes me think that I want that with Farrah. Can you really feel that close to someone after one date? I’ve heard about all that Insta-love shit some of the Regs have talked about in their mommy porn books they read, and I mean, look at Opal; he fell hard and fast for Jodie.
Shit.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and send her a quick text again, praying that she will reply this time. I have never had to chase a woman like this before, but her kisses and the way she molded her body to mine makes it completely worth it. Add in the sexy moan she let out when we kissed, and I’m fucked.
“Does Kenny know that you ditched his granddaughter?” Slade asks, grinning at me.
A shrug. “No fucking idea. She won’t take my calls or return my texts. I was going to pop over there today, but then I got sucked into helping Nadia. I just text her, but I doubt she’ll reply,” I say, sulking and moving to lean against the counter.
“You need to go and see her,” Magnum pipes in, and I snap my gaze to his, with no doubt a horrified look on my face because the fucker grins at me.
“Hell motherfucking no. Have you seen Kenny? If she’s told him, he will most definitely rip my balls from my body and hang them around my neck as a future warning not to fuck with his granddaughter.”
“Brother, you have to see her face to face, since the chick isn’t replying,” Slade tells me, as he leans in and kisses Ida’s neck, making her giggle.
“Fucking hell, can you taken fuckers not paw at your girls in front of me? I’m having a fucking lady crisis here and all you guys are doing is face-fucking in front of the kids. Have some compassion, for crying out loud,” I shout at them.
Everyone cracks up again. Rookie bends over at the waist, laughing at my lady-misery.
“So much for brotherhood.” That makes them laugh even harder.
I stand and wait for them all to stop laughing. Actually, I hope they choke from the lack of air that they seem to be gasping for. Serves them right. My phone dings in my pocket, and I quickly pull it out like a teenage girl waiting for her school crush to text her. My hearts starts to race. Me, Ryan Stern, waiting for a chick to text me about a date or a chance to explain.
“Oh, Slidey. Let me see what I can do. Leave it up to me,” Risky says through her laughter. Tears are streaming down her face.
I tilt my head at her in interest because it is never good when Risky wants to handle something. It usually ends up with one of us in trouble.
Ten
Farrah
Why, oh why, did I agree to this? Surely Tommy or Gavin could have done this. Steeling my spine, I balance the three boxes in one hand and hold Posey’s hand in the other. I couldn’t leave her in the car, and Kenny assured me she would be safe here.
“Where are we, Mommy?” Posey asks, looking up at me with her pretty straw hat on her head and her flower sunglasses perched on her nose. Today she decided she wanted to wear her white bathing suit that is covered in peaches and her pink panda romper over the top.
“Mommy just needs to drop some things off to some friends of GK’s, okay. Then we will go to the beach for Mommy and Posey time.”
“YAY!” she cries out in excitement. Chuckling, I lead her through to the main room and am shocked to see so many people.
Scanning the area, I see Jodie, Opal and Tucker. Kara is standing next to a very handsome looking man with a neck tattoo, and I remember him being her boyfriend, Magnum. My eyes scan over Slide, and my heart stutters. Stupid organ.
“Oh yay, you’re here with the yummies,” Kara calls out, and everyone looks in our direction. Posey pulls free from me and runs toward Jodie and Tucker.
“TUCKER! Oh, I’m so happy to see you,” Posey says when she reaches him. And bless him, he smiles down at her and they start talking.
“Thank you for bringing them over. I decided that I didn’t want to cook today. Oh, don’t you look like a hot mama,” Risky adds, winking at me.
“Thanks,” I reply, and look around the room. I see Magnum walk over to us with a smile on his face. He steps up next to Risky and puts his arm out for the boxes.
“Thanks for these. Slide,” he calls.
I clear my throat and straighten my shoulders as I watch him shake his head and walk over to us. With each step he takes, my heart feels it, and my body buzzes with want for his touch.
The way he made me feel that one night he kissed me… my body hummed for him. He knew what to do with his mouth and his little touches. It’s been a few days since our failed date, and he’s tried calling and texting, but I ignored them. Childish I know, but after seeing him kissing another woman, it was better for my mental state to leave it alone.
“Prez,” Slide greets Magnum. He brings his gaze to mine, and I swear I see them soften. They’re filled with regret, and annoyance, maybe. “Farrah.”
“Slide.” I’m not an ignorant cow; I will be polite when needed.
“Sunshine, how have you been?” he asks, trying to make small talk.
“Good,” I reply, and pull my gaze from his to look at Risky. “I hope you enjoy them, but we have to go. Posey,” I call out to her.
I watch as she runs over to me, her little legs running as fast as they can. Her hat falls off her head just as she reaches us, but she doesn’t stop until she reaches me. I watch as Slide bends down to pick up the hat and hold it out to her with a beautiful bright smile on his face.
“Here you go, pretty girl. You must be Posey?” he greets her, and she bobs her head with a smile.
“How do you knows my name?” she asks him inquisitively, her hands on her hips. Oh, here we go, Miss Feisty is coming out.
Chuckles come from the others, but Slide doesn’t miss a beat.
“Well, you see, Miss Posey, I know the knowledge fairy and she tells me things I need to know to make pretty girls like yourself like me,” he tells her, and her smile widens, filling her baby face.
“Really?” she asks Slide, then swings her big blue eyes to me. “Is he lying, Mama?”
My gaze moves over to Slide, who’s looking up at me with a sweet smile on his face. I want nothing more than to lean down and kiss his delectable lips, but images of him kissing the other woman surface and I look away, forcing my smile to stay in place for the sake of my daughter.
“No, baby girl. Slide isn’t lying,” I inform her.
“Where is the slide?” Posey looks around the room again, her face showing her excitement. A few people chuckle, including Slide, who holds his hand out to Posey, who frowns at him.
“Not a slide that you find in a playground, sweet pea. My friends call me Slide, like a nickname. My real name is Ryan Stern,” he tells her.
Ryan Stern. I think I should have known that before I let him stick his tongue down my throat or cop a feel. But I will file that piece of information away, just in case I need it someday.
She gasps. “My mom calls me Posey pie and Kara calls me Posey panda. I like Ryan better th
an Slide because you’re pretty and don’t look like a slide.”
Everyone cracks up laughing. I step forward and take her hand, pulling her to me gently. I smile over at Risky and tell her our plans.
“It was nice meeting you, and I hope you enjoy the pastries. We’re off to the beach. Come on, baby girl.”
With Posey’s tiny hand in mine, we step toward the door, when Jodie’s voice stops me.
“Why don’t we join you? The boys don’t have plans, except maybe to sit around and drink most of the day. They’re all caught up in the garage, right?” She looks at Opal expectantly, and he nods.
“True. A day at the beach sounds like a plan,” Opal replies, and grins at me as his gaze floats over to Slide.
“BEACH DAY,” Risky yells, and everyone hollers back before rushing off to get their things.
I look over to Slide, who’s still watching me. His gaze scans my body, before a truly panty-melting smile slides into place. He stands to full height and winks at me before turning to walk out of the room.
I let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding as I watch his fine ass strut away. Damn, that man has a nice ass that looks perfect in jeans. And now the thought of seeing him shirtless in a pair of swim shorts will have my lady parts having very naughty thoughts.
Fuck my life to China and back.
I spray sunscreen all over Posey’s exposed skin, making sure not to miss any part of her. As soon as we hit the sand, she flicked off her flip flops and pulled her romper off.
“Ryan needs some sunscreen too, Mama,” Posey tells me, looking between me and where Slide is standing. Someone chuckles, but I ignore them and look at my daughter.
“I think he’s good, baby,” I reply with a smile.
“But, Mama, his belly and arms will burn,” she comments with sass, her hands on her hips.
“He’s an adult, Posey. He can do it himself,” I try again.
“Oh, come on, Farrah, I could use a little help here. I mean, you don’t want me to run the risk of possible skin cancer, do you?” Slide muses from his spot.
“No,” is all I say, and toss the lotion, again ignoring all the snickering from everyone around us.
“Oh Slide, she actually thinks of you as an adult. Clearly she doesn’t know you that well,” someone says from behind me, and I fight to hide my smile.
I adjust Posey’s hat and check that the sunscreen on her skin has dried. Adding a little more to her arms, chest and back, Posey starts to whine even more.
“Now, Mama. Please,” she whines, making me chuckle.
“What’s the rush? It’s not like the water is going anywhere.”
“But I’m missing the good waves,” she whines again, and I tap her nose, making her giggle.
Posey loves the water, always has, but she also claims that she can surf on her bodyboard in the ankle-sized waves. She thinks she’s a pro. I reach into my beach bag and pull out her water hat, then place it on her head before tying it under her chin. You can never be too cautious with kids and the sun.
“Are you ready, Posey pie?” Tucker asks from where he’s standing with three other children from the club. I look up at him and smile at this young boy who will someday turn into a fine young man.
“Go, and be safe,” I say, aiming it at all of them. We’re not far from the water, so I can see her every move.
I watch as they all run off toward the water, giggling and laughing. The happy sounds of children are some of the best sounds in the world. Suddenly the sun vanishes from overhead, and I look up and see red and white striped material and smile.
“Done,” Rookie says. “Looks good.” He smiles at me, and I can’t stop the smile that I return. He is one hot man—hell, everyone in the club is. It must be a legal requirement to join the club.
MC requirement application: Hot. Sexy. Must have tattoos. Alpha characteristics. Sexy accent.
“Thanks. I love it. Got it at a bargain too. It’s better than trying to put up her pop-up tent. Thanks, Rookie,” I say, after explaining about the sombrilla.
“No problem, darlin’,” he replies, and steps over to where the rest of the club have formed a circle of chairs and blankets for everyone to sit on.
I stand and pull my own blanket out. It has a round, multi-colored peacock pattern on it. I pull open my beachcomber portable chair, followed by Posey’s little fold-away Frozen chair for us to sit on. My large mint green cooler is sitting next to me.
Looking around at everyone, I love what I see. The comradery around the club, the brotherhood and friendship shines through. The men ribbing each other, the women handing out food and drinks. They seem to look out for each other, and I miss that.
Risky pulls off her shorts and cami, revealing a very sexy black skimpy bikini. Jodie is wearing a stunning sage green one-piece with the sides cut out and Sweets is wearing a fabulous baby pink tankini set.
I grip the hem of my knee-length dress and pull it up and over my head, revealing my yellow bikini top and my high-waisted white with sunflowers bikini bottoms. Dropping my dress into my beach bag, I bend over and find a hair tie to tie my hair up in a messy bun and off my neck.
I hear a moan coming from behind me and look over my shoulder to see a half-naked Slide standing a few feet away. Now it’s my turn to moan as he stands there, shirtless and wearing a pair of dark red swim shorts.
The sun bounces off his hair, and his skin glistens with sweat from the day’s heat. His skin is tanned but not overly. He steps closer, so close that I can see the sweat trickle down his chest, over the rivets of his six pack, travelling over each ridge. I lick my lips and bite my bottom lip, causing him to smirk.
“Fuck me, you’re beautiful,” he says when he’s stopped in front of me. My stomach sinks when he says this because this is what he said to me that first time we met face to face at Coffee Cove.
“Reusing lines there, Slide. I bet you say that to all the women you date,” I reply, before picking up the spray sunscreen again and spraying my arms and across my chest. Slide moans and bites his lip, so I make a show of doing my stomach and the tops of my thighs.
Slowly, I spray my body, letting out little whimpers at how nice it feels as the cold spray from the sunscreen hits my heated skin. I feel him step closer. He rests his hand on my hip, causing me to shiver at the touch. This is what happened every time he touched me that night, and we only kissed.
“I’ve only said those words to you, baby.” I look into his eyes and see that he’s genuine. Those words may be genuine, but his actions have showed me otherwise, and that is something I need to remember.
“Okay,” I say, and move away from him to sit on my chair and catch some sun and talk to my new friends.
From listening to them talk, there are some members missing; Edge, because he’s still suffering from a concussion, and Slade is with his man and woman over at his old man’s tattoo shop doing some work.
The sunglasses on my face stop Slide from knowing when I’m looking at him—they are God’s greatest gift when ogling hot men, and I have no doubt that men do the same.
Squeals and giggles draw my attention from ogling the man across from me, and I chuckle when I see Posey standing up from falling off her body board. The older kids around her laugh with her and join in the fun.
I’m used to it just being us when we come to the beach, but I have to say, having these children around Posey is great for her. I don’t know much about MC’s—I’ve heard some good and some bad about them—but the Rugged Skulls MC seem to be on the good side, plus Kenny approves of them, and I hold his trust and respect very dear to me.
Someone clears their throat above me, and I look up to see a Greek god standing over me. One arm has a tattooed sleeve that consists of a Route Sixty-Six design and a Harley Davidson with two solid bands wrapped around his wrist; the other is covered in trees travelling from his wrist up to his elbow.
“You like what you see, baby?” His voice is smooth but filled with amusement.
“Kinda,” I mutter, turning back to look at the kids in the water.
What Slide doesn’t know is that I’m stubborn and will not bend at the knees like the other women he’s been with.
Eleven
Slide
Farrah is like a fucking runway model in her yellow bikini. Her hair piled up on top of her head, not much make-up, and her big-ass shades covering her eyes. But I can still feel her eyes on me, so they aren’t doing shit.
She flicks her gaze back and forth between the group and the kids playing in the water, proving to me what a good mother she is. Clearly that cute as a button little girl is her world, and I have to say, she’s amazing.
“Go.” Rookie nudges my foot. Nodding, I stand and look over to Jodie, who smiles at me. She knows that I missed our date and wanted to explain to Farrah for me, but I’m a big boy and I will own up to my shit.
Walking across the hot sand, I close the distance between us until I stop next to her seat. My gaze traces over her long, tanned, lean legs and up over her thighs that I know will look amazing up in the air or around my waist while I fuck her.
Farrah looks up at me, her face giving nothing away—not that I can see much behind her shades, but I can feel her eyes scanning my body.
“Like what you see, baby?” I ask, smirking down at her. She waits a breath before speaking.
“Kinda,” she says indifferently.
Chuckling, I sit at her side, on the blanket she’s brought with her, and gaze up at her, taking in her sexy as fuck body. I will say it until I am blue in the face: she is a fucking goddess.
“You didn’t return any of my calls or texts. Why?” I dive straight in. I’m not one to beat around the bush. If you have a problem with me then come to me and we will deal with it, and I’ll do the same. You fuck me off and you will know it.
Her face is still turned toward me, but she doesn’t say anything. We sit in silence for a few more seconds—before I’ve had enough. One thing I do not appreciate is being ignored. It’s fucking rude, people.