were good friends, I’d be worried for my brother’s safety. Not that I didn’t think there was some truth to the possessiveness any of them felt over their women, but I’d never understand it. Who the hell wanted to tie themselves to one chick when there were so many to choose from?
“Have you met our ol’ ladies? I forget,” said Lock. He put his arm around a hot as hell inked-up woman who placed a hand on his chest. “This is my wife, Raiven, that’s Styx’s ol’ lady, Gwen, Gunny’s ol’ lady, Avery, and I think you’ve met Smoke’s wife, Nova. Right?”
“Ladies.” I tipped my head to them. “It’s a pleasure.”
Looking at Raiven and Avery, I did a double take. Obviously, I wasn’t subtle about it. They giggled, Lock snorted, and Gunny’s face got red. No one said a word.
Victor chose that moment to make himself known by wrapping around my leg with a loud purr.
“Whoa! What is that?” Raiven said with wide eyes. I glanced down at Victor. His large ears twitched, and his golden-green eyes stared up at me as if he was asking why his kingdom had been invaded by all these humans.
“This is Victor,” I said as I scooped his big ass up and cradled him in my arms like the baby he was. “He’s a Savannah. It’s a cross between a serval and a domestic cat. I got him because he reminded me of the Amur leopard. He’s only six months old.” I grinned as he wrapped his front paws around my forearm as if he was holding on to me.
“He’s huge!” Gwen exclaimed. “Can I hold him? Will he let me?”
I chuckled as I handed him over. “He’s heavy,” I warned. The look on her face was priceless.
“Avery, I think he weighs more than Tristan!” Gwen said with a giggle. Victor had his eyes closed as he enjoyed being fawned over by a bunch of pretty women.
“He’s such a player,” joked Cooper, and I laughed. It was true. He loved women. He’d scared the ever-loving shit out of my housekeeper the first time she came to clean. He’d followed her all over the house, purring and rubbing against her legs.
“That he is,” I agreed.
While they spoiled Victor, I made a decision. I booked a couple of rooms at a nice hotel downtown. Within walking distance of Sixth Street in case we needed to stay local. To make things easier, I figured we could all park our bikes in the parking garage.
“I booked us a couple of rooms, just in case,” I told Cooper and the guys once I had a confirmation number.
“Thanks, man, that’s cool of you. Most of us will keep it at a minimum since we have the ol’ ladies with, but we appreciate that.” Styx was the first to respond, and the rest followed. The girls put Victor down and he pranced off, done with all the commotion, or possibly because they’d stopped giving him attention.
“It’s no big deal. If we need more rooms, we can do it when we get there, but I figured that was a start. They have a parking garage too, so we’ll have the bikes off the street and with security.” I remembered how pissed Cooper was after someone trashed his bike not long ago.
“Badass, brother,” Coop said as he gave my back a firm pat.
“Okay then.” I rubbed my hands together. “Are we ready to paint the town red?”
“Does anyone even say that anymore?” Cooper laughed as he slung a thick arm around my shoulder. Laughing, I shrugged him off.
“I do,” I said in my cockiest tone.
“Well, then let’s get on with it!” said Slice as he walked through the garage ahead of everyone and stopped by his bike. The rest followed. Once Smoke had gotten on his bike, the rest did.
I’d backed my bike in the last time I’d ridden, so once I had my helmet and mesh jacket on, I climbed on my bike and pulled out of the driveway.
“Fucking crotch rocket,” teased Slice through the visor opening of his helmet. With an evil grin, I slapped my visor down, whipped around them, and shot off down the road. Within seconds, Cooper was pulling up next to me. Of course, his bike was sick fast, so I half expected that. We waited at the stop sign for the rest of them to catch up.
In unison, Coop and I looked over our shoulders at them. Smoke pointed at my brother, and I laughed as