in a fight between Margo and Liv?” Dana asked out of nowhere.
“Margo,” Tamra replied. “Liv’s got the prison cred, but Margo’s got a lot of weight on her.”
“Weight slows you down,” I pointed out.
“Oh, shit,” Dana crowed, “I think somebody’s itching to prove herself.”
Mo laughed. “Stinger would probably fucking pay her to do it, Margo’s bleeding him dry in child support. Should we set it up, Liv? It’s been a while since we’ve seen a good bitch fight, I’m sure the guys would clamor for front row seats.”
Yeah, I had no doubt they would until Torch caught wind of it. “You girls need to quit trying to start shit where there is none,” I groaned.
“But it’s so fun to watch when it’s not your shit,” Dana argued.
I snickered. “I bet it is. Maybe you can take on one of the crawlers you’re always bitching about.”
“Nope, fuck that,” she snapped. “I’d never live it down if I lost.”
We all shook our heads at the instigator who didn’t like getting her own hands dirty. More booze appeared on the counter and we decided to grab a table before the place filled up and things started getting hazy.
There were at least a dozen Serpents mingling with town regulars, but aside from Mo, the rest of our husbands were in church. They’d be joining us later, but for now we could enjoy a little sisterly bonding. We’d talked about hitting up a non-club bar, but Linwood was such a small town that everybody knew everybody else. It wasn’t like we could go crazy at a different establishment without one of the brothers finding out about it.
For the next three hours, we had an absolute blast drinking, laughing, and shit-talking. The ladies had also commandeered the jukebox and were sporadically taking turns working out their frustrations on the dance floor. Most of the other patrons knew the drill and left us alone, minus a preppy kid who looked like he was killing time after getting locked out of a frat house. None of the girls had ever seen him before and he appeared fairly innocuous, but he’d raised some eyebrows and earned himself a stern warning from Elf after trying to worm his way into a dance with an uninterested Roxy. Yet, he was still sitting there at the bar, eyeing her for all to see like a moron. Hopefully he could handle an ass-whooping, Jet would be showing up any minute.
Drunk but sober enough not to make an ass of myself, I left the ladies to their bumping and grinding and made my way outside for some fresh air.
With the exception of the club’s president, Buddha, the rest of the guys who’d been at church—Torch, Zed, Grimm, Gauge, Squid, Mace, and Biff—had just pulled up. I spotted Torch still sitting on his bike and strolled over.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he said, reaching out to take my hand and pull me closer.
Beyond happy to see him after only a few hours apart, I lifted my leg over the gas tank and slid down to straddle him. “Hey, stud,” I greeted, going in for a kiss.
He smiled and licked his lips. “Careful, babe, I haven’t put the kickstand down yet. I’ve got half a mind to just drive off.”
“Ride your dick while riding your Harley? Don’t tempt me, it sounds fun.”
He chuckled. “Only you would risk getting road rash on that beautiful ass just for kicks.”
“A little road rash never killed anyone.” I went for his belt and started undoing the buckle just to fuck with him. Torch could barely keep his bike upright when I rode bitch and my hands wandered, I had no intention of eating a fucking curb for the few seconds of pleasure leading up to it. “Let’s try.”
He gripped my wrist and pulled it away. “I like you in one piece, but maybe I’ll build us a trike just for that purpose.”
“An old man’s bike isn’t exactly a turn-on, babe.”
“Woman, you fucked me behind a goddamn rest stop. You’d spread that pussy for me on the ugliest trike around in a heartbeat.” He cocked his head. “Or maybe you were just talking out your ass, maybe you’re too scared to follow through.”
“You think so?”
“You tell me.”
I leaned my mouth to his ear. “Build the trike. If you can go five miles without busting a nut, I’ll flip around and let you bury your cock in my ass for another five.”
He groaned and weaved his fingers through my hair. “I’m never giving this shit