Gunnar A Motorcycle Club Romance - Nina Levine Page 0,39
room for them in there, but if not, we’ve got more room in the fridge on the deck.”
Louise makes room in the fridge, bending over and giving me an eyeful of her ass. She’s my type, brunette with curves for days, and that ass is one a man could get a good hold on, but my dick isn’t interested in the least. And neither am I, but I’ve clued on to what Harlow’s game is here: she’s playing matchmaker, which means the afternoon ahead is going to be hell. When Harlow gets an idea about two people she thinks would be perfect together, she’s fucking relentless.
“You’re a member of the club?” Louise says when she joins me to help with the salads.
“Yeah.” She already knew the answer; she’s just making small talk.
She smiles. “How long for?”
“Full-patch for nearly two years.”
She reaches across me to grab the tomatoes, her eyes meeting mine. “So full disclosure, Harlow told me about you. She said you’re single and that she thinks we’d get on, and I know she’s trying hard to throw us together, but I’m not into this kind of thing. I just wanted you to know that in case she’s told you the same thing about me.”
This might be the best fucking thing I’ve heard today. “Good to know, and for the record, I’m not into this kind of shit either.”
Relief washes across her face. “Oh, thank God.” She gets to work on the tomatoes.
We settle into an easy silence for a few minutes. When I finish chopping the cucumbers, I say, “How much did you not want to come here today?”
She looks up at me and grins. “A lot, but I promised Harlow I would, and I try never to break my promises, so here I am.”
Fuck, I respect that. Someone who honours a fucking promise. “You met Scott yet?”
She shakes her head. “I haven’t met any of Harlow’s friends or family. I’ve only known her for a few weeks.”
The door to the back deck slides open and J enters, his eyes coming instantly to me. “You joining the sewing circle, Gunnar?”
Madison takes Willow, their daughter, from him and says, “You could learn a thing or two yourself if you joined.”
He grins, bending his face to kiss her. Then, smacking her ass, he says, “I know everything I need to know, baby.”
She rolls her eyes. “Trust me, you don’t.”
“I’ve gotta head out for a bit and check on something. I’ll be back in about an hour or so,” he says before kissing the top of his daughter’s head.
“Okay.” She nods.
J eyes me. “Need you with me, brother.”
Harlow’s head whips up. “He’s busy, J. Can you take someone else?”
I catch the quirk of Louise’s lips as her eyes meet mine. I give a quick grin in return.
“No, I need Gunnar on this one, Harlow,” J says.
I bend my mouth to Louise’s ear. “Save me a seat next to you. We can trade stories of being set up over the years.”
The smile in her eyes is one of the most genuine I’ve ever seen. “She’s done this to you before?”
I nod. “Fuck yeah.”
“Oh, I can’t wait to hear those stories,” she says, the smile from her eyes reaching her lips.
I grab my shit and follow J out to our bikes. “What’s going on?”
“Wilder’s got some trouble at the restaurant we need to take care of.” He looks at me before getting on his bike. “You owe me, brother.”
“What the fuck for?”
“For saving your ass from Harlow.”
“You knew about that?”
“Yeah, Madison mentioned it.”
“You could have fucking warned me.”
“Nah, I like to see you squirm for a bit.”
I shake my head. “Fucking asshole.”
“You gonna pursue that?”
“I’m taking a break from women for a while.” A fucking forced break because my dick’s on vacation.
“I didn’t ask if you wanna commit for fucking life.”
I grab my helmet. “Are we gonna take care of shit or stand around here and talk all fucking day?”
“I shoulda left your ass in there to deal with Harlow,” he mutters, but I know he doesn’t mean it. J might be an asshole at times, but he always looks out for me. Always has. He’s the one who brought me into the club.
As we take off in the direction of the restaurant, I think about Louise. It’s a fucking shame that the minute I do, my brain instantly goes to Chelsea. It’s been a hell of a couple of weeks running into her all the damn time, but our last encounter at that