Crossroads (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series) - DD Prince Page 0,50

while still kissing her neck, and stuck it in the door. It worked.

“Oh yay,” I clapped my hands.

“’Night Jojo,” Scott said, still not looking up from his woman’s throat, while he dragged her inside. She looked only too happy to go.

“Wait. Gimme the one that didn’t work.”

He wasn’t thrilled about that red light and it took them a few minutes to figure out what they’d done with it. Deanna finally found it on the floor under their overnight bag. The tag didn’t have a number at all so that explained the mix-up. She said Ella had just told her the room number.

I wondered for a second why it was taking people until well after midnight to go to their rooms with their bags but then I remembered hearing that Bronto would be driving the Mystery Machine bus up to get whoever needed a lift there and back as some of us were staying later Sunday than others. Most of the Aberdeen gang had stowed their luggage in it.

I hadn’t seen Bronto all night so assumed he had just arrived, hence people suddenly being on the move with their gear. Girlfriends coming along definitely meant more gear than a typical overnight for a biker where he might not even bother to bring a change of clothes.

Sunday afternoon, the clubhouse was the venue for a wedding shower for Tracy and Victor, who were a relatively new couple, but getting news that Tracy was up the duff, they were having a shotgun wedding. She was a biker chick, for sure, but one who said she didn’t wanna be showing as preggers in her white wedding gown. They were getting married in a few weeks. We’d be planning a baby shower in the near future, too.

***

“Mystery solved, here,” I said to Christian, holding up the key to his actual room. “I tested it and you’re all set.”

He’d been sitting at the very end of the long bar in the nightclub room with Jesse and they looked deep in conversation.

“Sorry to interrupt,” I told Jesse.

He gave me a nod.

“Where’s Gianna these days?”

He gave me a shake of his head and a look of aggravation. He looked downright pissy.

I frowned. Were they finished already?

“Oh no, I’m sorry if it didn’t work out for you guys.”

I’d never even gotten the chance to talk to her about her thing with Jesse, about her finally getting a biker of her very own like she’d wanted for such a long time. He was away with her at our cabin while their thing started, then they showed up to make an appearance ---a pointed one --- at the charity carwash, and then she seemed as if she just vanished.

He shook his head. “She wasn’t about to come here to be treated like shit by the wives and girlfriends,” he said. “Or the members,” he muttered gruffly.

“Gia and me are pretty tight, Jess,” I told him. “She wants to come to anything, anything, I will have her back. I promise. If she’s yours, she should be at all these things.”

He looked a little surprised.

“I’ll call her,” I offered. “Put her mind at ease. I’ll talk to my brothers’ girlfriends, too. They’ll all be cool. I’m sure of it.”

“I’d appreciate that.” Jesse put his beer to his lips.

I felt Christian staring at me.

“And if brothers’re being assholes about it, Jess, put ‘em in the ring.”

I punched my left palm with my right fist.

Jesse’s eyes lit with amusement, but he said nothing. We had a boxing ring we set up sometimes for kicks and occasionally for beefs that needed to be settled the old-fashioned way between members. I’d heard that my father had entered that ring a few times before he became VP in Sioux Falls.

“Oh, here.” I gestured with the key for Christian to take it.

“Later.” I winked at him and walked away.

I felt my belly flip-flop as I headed the other way. Gutsy to flirt openly like this with club members’ eyes on me. But, I felt safe enough to do it around Jesse, particularly with that offer of his help I’d just made. Jesse’d had the shortest stint as a prospect that I’d ever seen before getting his patch, less than a year, so I knew he was tight with my family, but I also didn’t worry too much about him ratting me out. He just didn’t seem the type. That man was a no-nonsense straight shooter and he didn’t go out of his way to have his voice heard a