Knuckles (Dragon Riders MC #4) - Savannah Rylan Page 0,52

threading my fingers through it before shoving him between my legs sent my body reeling. But I kept myself together. I knew how to be a lady in public.

Before being a virile lover behind closed doors.

“Do you know what’s going on?” I asked.

JayJay leaned against his bike. “New recruit.”

My head whipped over toward him. “What?”

He sighed. “Sly says someone came up to the bar looking to become a prospect.”

“How long has it been since you guys have had someone interested?”

He chuckled bitterly. “Not since Sly, and that was four years ago. And I have to admit, the timing is very, very suspicious.”

My thoughts exactly. “What can I do?”

He chuckled. “You’re going to ask me that for the rest of my life, aren’t you?”

“Depends. You plan on keeping me around for the rest of your life?”

His face grew serious. “Damn right, I am.”

I was so happy I could have cried. “Then, yes. I’ll keep asking you that for the rest of your life. So, get used to it.”

Sly’s voice called out from the front door. “Knuckles! Need you in here.”

He sighed. “Duty calls.”

I grinned. “Run along, Knuckles.”

He shot me a look. “You don’t call me that. You’re much more precious than that name.”

I cupped his cheek. “Go, JayJay. They need you.”

I pressed a kiss against his forehead before he pushed away from his bike. He cloaked my back with his arms, quickly turning our delicate kiss into one that wet my panties. I clung to his leather jacket as his tongue stroked the roof of my mouth. I moaned down the back of his throat, wanting nothing more than to throw him to the pavement and straddle his hips. I loved riding that cock. I loved looking down and watching pleasure rush over his face because of me. And as lascivious plans unfolded in my head for that night, I relinquished him to the guys.

Before going inside and taking a seat with the girls at a booth in the corner.

“So! You had a chance to get settled in at all?” Joanna asked.

I sat down and a waitress promptly put some water in front of me. “Thank you. Could I get a glass of red wine? Something dry, please?”

The waitress nodded. “Anything else?”

Hannah twirled her finger in the air. “One of those chicken wing platters.”

Hope put her finger in the air. “With fries, please?”

Joanna smiled. “And every single kind of dipping sauce you guys have back there. I like a little variety in my life.”

The waitress giggled. “Coming right up.”

I leaned back. “We didn’t even so much as get our shit set down before someone called JayJay.”

Joanna raised her hand. “That would’ve been my man that called. Sorry.”

I shrugged. “Eh, gotta get used to it, right?”

Hope snickered. “Damn, if that isn’t the truth.”

Hannah leaned forward. “That just means we’re all going to have a great night, though. Right?”

And when she wiggled her eyebrows up and down, I almost choked on my water.

“What are you trying to do? Kill me?” I asked.

Joanna handed me a napkin so I could wipe the dribble off my chin.

“Hey, whatever gets you to smile. We don’t smile enough around here some days,” Hannah said.

Hope sighed. “Can you blame them, though? After everything that’s happened?”

Joanna lowered her voice. “What do you guys think about them having a new recruit like this?”

I set the napkin down. “I think it’s a bit suspicious. I mean the guys get wrapped up in all this stuff, we get back into town, and suddenly someone’s interested in joining? Doesn’t make much sense.”

Hope pointed at me. “I knew I liked you for a reason.”

The waitress interrupted us. “Here’s your wine, ma’am. And your food will be up in a few minutes. Can I get you guys anything else?”

Joanna smiled. “I’m good but thank you.”

The girls nodded in agreement and the waitress left us alone. So, we quickly dove back into the conversation.

“Has anyone seen the new prospect?” Hannah whispered.

Joanna shook her head. “I haven’t, no.”

Hope sipped her soda. “I know he’s got a name. But that’s all I know.”

I looked over at her. “What’s the guy’s name?”

She paused. “Chains.”

Joanna blinked. “Chains?”

Hannah wrinkled her nose. “What kind of name is that?”

Joanna leaned back. “A fake one, that’s what that is.”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe his momma hated him.”

Hannah giggled. “Or maybe it’s a nickname from school or something?”

Hope smiled. “Or maybe it’s a nickname from one of his ex’s. Maybe dating him is like being chained to your worst nightmare.”

I barked with laughter. “Why