of an attractive combination. She looked more Hispanic than anything else, but her almond-shaped eyes gave her an Asian appearance. I hadn’t failed to notice that she had turned the heads of more than one of my brothers tonight. I just hoped the leering looks hadn’t pissed off Marley.
When she realized I was looking at her, a catlike smile curved her ruby-red lips. She tossed some strands of her silky jet-black hair over her shoulder. Sitting beside her, Marley didn’t act as if he noticed anything that she was doing.
Even though he wasn’t a patch-wearing brother, I still shouldn’t have been giving her the eye. You didn’t fuck around with women who belonged to your brothers. It usually led to trouble of the fist-flying kind. And even though there were more than enough hot pieces of available ass here, I couldn’t help letting my mind wander to places it shouldn’t with that woman.
My ears perked up at the sound of a baby’s cry. I knew the cry very well, since it belonged to my nephew, Wyatt. As I headed across the main room of the roadhouse, I could see Alexandra in the doorway to the kitchen, walking around, trying to pacify the fussy baby.
“What’s wrong with the little man?” I asked.
Alexandra huffed out a frustrated breath. “I have no idea. He’s just been fed and had his diaper changed, but he insists on being whiny.” She kissed the top of her son’s dark-haired head. “Truth be told, I think he’s sick of me. With Deacon gone camping with Willow, he’s had no one else to amuse him the past three days.”
“Here, let me take him.”
Alexandra’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Really?” When I nodded, she passed him into my waiting arms. He immediately dried up the sniffling and gazed into my face. “Who knew you were so good with babies?” Alexandra mused.
With a wink, I added, “Nah, it’s more about the fact that he’s had too much tit time. He needs to be with some men for a while.”
“You’re terrible,” she replied, smacking my arm playfully.
“You love me, though,” I teased.
Alexandra leaned over and bestowed a kiss on my cheek. “Yes, I do. Very much.” Patting Wyatt’s back, she then said, “Bring him to me when you get tired of him or he gets tired of you.”
“Sure thing.”
As I walked Wyatt around the main room, several of my brothers stopped to talk to us while their old ladies or girlfriends cooed at Wyatt. Although he was all Alexandra when it came to looks, Wyatt was like his old man and knew how to work a crowd. He grinned and waved his hands, drawing smiles from everyone we talked to.
“What a little cutie,” a voice said behind me.
I turned around to find my eye-fucker standing behind me. Damn, she was even more smokin’ hot up close. “Thanks.”
“Is he yours?” she asked.
“Oh hell no. He’s my brother’s.”
She smiled as she reached out to stroke Wyatt’s chubby cheek. “I take it you don’t have any of your own.”
“That would once again be a hell no.”
“You’re awfully good with him.”
“I like kids just as long as they belong to someone else,” I answered honestly. When Wyatt reached for her, she looked at me to gauge my response. “Sure. You can hold him.”
Wyatt happily dove into her waiting arms. “Aren’t you a charmer?” she murmured, to which Wyatt gurgled happily.
“I don’t think we’ve met,” I said as she sweet-talked Wyatt.
“I’m Samantha.”
Extending my hand, I said, “I’m Bishop.”
“Nice to meet you,” she said as she balanced Wyatt in one arm and shook my hand with the other.
From her introduction, I knew she was as new to the MC lifestyle as Marley was. Most of the women we associated with knew that when introducing themselves, they were to say which man they belonged to and, depending on the type of party, which chapter her man belonged to. “You’re Marley’s girlfriend.”
She nodded. “I am.”
“I’ve heard lots about you.”
Her dark eyebrows rose in suspicion. “You have?”
With a wink, I replied, “It was all good. I promise.”
Samantha smiled. “I’m glad to hear that.”
“I take it this is your first MC party?”
“Yeah. It is.”
“And what do you think about it?”
After glancing around the room, she answered, “It’s interesting.”
I laughed. “This one is pretty tame. Wait until you go to a rally.”
“How’s a rally different?”
“Well, it’s more of a drunken free-for-all with lots of half-naked people hooking up in the broad daylight.” When she widened her eyes, I added, “It has to be