jaw dropped, and he looked at me. “You think you could help me out here?”
I shrugged. “I mean, she’s pretty much right.” I took a sip of water and decided to just let Playboy handle this. Raelyn was right on the money, but I didn’t think Playboy thought she would say it so bluntly.
“Uh, what?” Memphis whispered.
Oh, hell. Maybe Memphis wasn’t okay with what it meant.
It had been over a week since I had been giving Memphis the choice to be with me. To feel like she was the one calling the shots.
Then Raelyn had to go and say riding on the back of my bike was like riding my dick.
Again, she was right, but Memphis and I weren’t up to that at all. She was just getting comfortable wrapping her arms around me and holding my hand. Dick riding was a ways off.
“Oh, uh,” Raelyn looked around frantically. “It’s not exactly like that. It just means, uh, Six-Gun cares about you and you’ll always have a seat on his dick…I mean his bike!” She slapped her hand over her mouth. “I should stop talking,” she mumbled.
I twisted the cap back on my bottle and set it on the counter. “That might be a good idea, Rae.” I moved to Memphis and held out my hand to her. “Just a ride on the back of my bike, doll. It doesn’t mean anything more than what you want it to.”
She looked warily at my hand. “I don’t have to work tonight,” she whispered.
I shook my head. “Nope. A rare night off for you.” Ever since Memphis had returned to work, all she did was that—work, work, work.
She bit her bottom lip.
She did that a lot when she was trying to decide what to do. I wasn’t going to tell her it was cute as hell.
“Is Raelyn going?” she asked hopefully.
Power in numbers.
“You betcha!,” Raelyn exclaimed. “Playboy barely ever lets me ride with him.”
Playboy scoffed and shook his head. “What in the hell are you talking about, woman? I can’t leave this club without you on my back.”
Raelyn rolled her eyes. “You barely go anywhere.”
Playboy spread out his arms and turned in a circle. “In case you forgot, we’re kind of hunting a killer right now. Going for a jaunt just for the hell of it isn’t really a good idea.”
“Jaunt?” Memphis laughed.
Raelyn tried to hold in her laugh but sputtered into her hand. “Oh, my God, babe. When did you turn into a ninety-year-old? Are we going on a jaunt today?”
Play threw his arms up in the air and stormed out of the clubhouse. “I don’t need to take this kind of abuse,” he muttered as the door shut behind him.
“I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings,” Memphis cringed.
Raelyn shushed Memphis. “Honey, that man has three feelings. You hurting one isn’t an issue.” She winked and jumped up. “Now, let’s go for a jaunt!” she giggled.
Memphis looked at the hand I was still holding out to her.
“What do you say, doll?”
She put her hand in mine and smiled. “I guess I could go for a jaunt.”
*
Memphis
“My butt is not numb.”
Six-Gun helped me off the bike and smiled down at me. “Guess you’re getting used to riding, doll.”
I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Riding with just Six-Gun was amazing, but riding with a whole pack of other bikes was fun. Six-Gun would slingshot past Playboy and Raelyn only to be passed by them a couple of miles down the road. It was the best time I had ever had.
“Why did we stop?” I asked.
Six-Gun nodded to the bar. “Monk figured everyone could use a drink and some time to stretch.”
We had ridden for over an hour, and I was pretty thirsty.
Six-Gun reached for my hand, and I placed mine inside his without thinking about it. His touch was familiar, and I yearned for it.
The bar was mostly empty except for a couple of guys who were at the end of the bar watching a football game on the TV.
Everyone had come along for the ride except Jinx who had stayed behind to keep an eye on the clubhouse. He had drawn the short stick, and he had looked pretty pissed when we pulled out of the clubhouse parking lot.
Raelyn and I each sat on a stool, and the rest of the guys mingled around us. Playboy sat next to Raelyn, and Six-Gun sat on my other side.
“You want a drink, doll?” he asked me.
I bit my bottom lip and looked