covers and pulled them up to my chin. My eyes were heavy as I watched a late-night talk show and zoned out. Most of the time, I laid in bed for at least an hour, trying to find sleep.
Tonight, I wasn’t having that problem.
I fell asleep within minutes and dreamt of motorcycle rides and men who treated me right.
Chapter Seven
Another ride?
Six-Gun
“Are you going to act like you didn’t walk in last night with Memphis all over you?”
I scoffed and dropped into the chair next to Playboy. “She wasn’t all over me.”
“Well, maybe not in the normal sense of the word, but compared to the way you two normally are, I would say things were definitely different between you two.”
“Um, what?” Raelyn asked, shocked. “You didn’t tell me anything about this.”
“Because you were passed out when I came to bed last night.” Playboy put his arm around Raelyn’s shoulders. “And then you were grumpy as fuck this morning before you had your coffee.”
“I was not grumpy,” Raelyn pouted.
“Right,” Playboy drawled. “Just keep drinking your happy juice, baby. I’m gonna need to put a coffee pot next to the bed so you can start drinking before you even get out of bed.”
“We’ll discuss that later.” She folded her arms over her chest. “I want to hear more about Memphis and Six-Gun.”
“Nothing to tell.” I reached for the box of cereal in the middle of the table and poured a little into my hand. “We went for a ride after work, and then, her butt was numb.”
Raelyn twirled her finger in the air. “Hold up; you need to explain to me how those two relate to each other.”
“Damn,” Playboy laughed. “How long of a ride did you guys go on?”
“A little over two hours.”
Playboy cringed. “And I’m going to assume she hadn’t been on a bike for longer than about fifteen minutes at a time.”
Raelyn raised her hand. “Hello,” she called. “Confused girlfriend here.”
“Your butt and basically the whole bottom half of your body starts to go numb if you go for a long ride and you’re not used to it,” Playboy explained.
“Yeah, maybe I should have turned us around a lot sooner, but it was up to Memphis how long we rode.” I popped the cereal into my mouth. “She about fell on her butt when we got back to the clubhouse.”
“At least it would have been a numb butt,” Raelyn laughed.
“Things better between the two of you?” Playboy asked.
I shrugged. “Not really sure. I’m letting her call the shots. I’m up for whatever she wants.”
“Aw,” Raelyn sighed. “You’re such a sweetheart, Six-Gun.”
“Right,” Playboy drawled. “Sweetheart to the core.”
“Well, maybe not when it comes to you guys, but with Memphis, I hope he is.” Raelyn patted Playboy’s arm. “You’re a lot sweeter with me than you are with any of the guys.”
I walked into the kitchen area and grabbed a bowl and spoon. “Pretty sure if I was sweet to Tank or Jet, they’d punch me in the face and ask what the hell is wrong with me.” I filled my bowl with cereal and topped it with milk.
“So, what now?” Raelyn asked.
I shrugged and shoveled a spoonful into my mouth. “Just gonna do the same thing. This is all up to Memphis. Hell, she may tell me to fuck off today. Ya never know.”
Playboy chuckled. “I doubt that will happen.”
“I need to run over to Woodland today. I was going to see if she wanted to take the ride with me.”
“You really think she’ll be up for that after the ride you gave her last night?” Playboy asked.
Raelyn laughed. “That sounded much dirtier than it actually was.”
“Gotta strike when the iron is hot. If I wait too long, she might shrink back into her shell, and I’ll lose any chance of breaking down her walls.” We were going to do this on her terms, but that didn’t mean I had to stop giving her opportunities to be with me.
“This is like one of those Hallmark movies.” Raelyn sighed. “I get to watch it in real-time.”
I shook my head. “Hardly. Last I checked, those movies are full of pussy ass men who don’t have an alpha bone in their body.”
“Well, you would be right on that one. They aren’t men like the Royal Bastards in those movies.” Raelyn smiled wide. “You guys can be like Jax and Tara from Sons of Anarchy!”
Playboy choked on his coffee. “Baby, both of them die.”
Raelyn waved her hand at Playboy. “Details,” she muttered.
“That’s a pretty big