The brothers clapped and cheered as the song came to an end. I craned my neck to see Saint pull her guitar strap over her head and lay her eight-string down gently on the floor beside her chair, then I waited for her approach before holding the bottle out for her to take.
She gave me an appreciative kiss on the cheek before grabbing the bottle and taking a sip. “Just what I needed.”
I took her hand and pulled her against me, my arm sliding around her waist. “That was cool,” I told her.
“I know, right?” Her eyes danced. “I love jamming sessions, especially with such a range of different people. I get so used to performing with the boys and putting pressure on myself to never miss a note that I forget how freeing it is to let go and just enjoy the moment.”
I gazed down at her, taking in her obvious joy. “It sounded awesome.”
“Yeah. I love it.” Her eyes jerked to the side where Talia spoke to Kennedy, then back to me. “What did Tally think of Kady?”
Gopher turned up the music, and I leaned down to speak into Saint’s ear, giving the lobe a gentle nibble while I was down there. “I think Talia’s already planning the first album.”
“I knew it.” My woman laughed, sliding a hand up my chest and curling her fingers behindmy neck. “I just hope she doesn’t try to force it. Tally means well, but she’s a bulldozer. A freight train has more subtlety. I worry she’ll go at a hundred miles an hour and make Breaker and Kennedy back off more.”
“Breaker won’t let her, and he seems set on what he’s comfortable with. He wants Kady to experience life the way she should, and it doesn’t include drugs, booze, celebrity parties, and life on the road.”
“Life on the road can be awesome,” Saint corrected. “Though not so much when you’re all sleeping in one car because you got stiffed by the venue you just played at and you can’t afford a hotel.”
I laughed.
She looked around at the old hotel ballroom that the club now used as a bar and social space, her eyes warm with admiration. “Do you know how amazing this place is?”
My gaze skated around the room. “I take it for granted now, but seeing it through your eyes makes me appreciate it again. When we first moved in, we were like kids in a candy store, but over time, we got used to it.”
Saint leaned up to whisper, “You should take me on a tour, Jacob. One that finishes in the bedroom.”
My lips tipped up. “Now?”
She laughed softly. “No time like the present.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. It had been a couple of days since we’d fucked because of our club whore argument, so my cock was already kicking like an NFL quarterback at the mere prospect of being inside my woman.
Grabbing her hand, I led her out of the ballroom and into the reception area, but instead of taking her upstairs, I headed for the doors outside.
“Where are we going?” she asked, her tone playful as we passed a group of brothers drinking beer and shooting the shit outside by their bikes.
It was dark, except for the lights from the hotel. The forecourt was lit up too, and the moon shone through the trees, casting its glow on us and lighting my way as I pulled her around the back of the building.
“Gonna show you something I’ve been working on,” I told her, leading her by the hand toward the new auto shop. I pulled my keys from my pocket and unlocked the doors before tugging her inside the building.
It took a minute for my eyes to adjust, but the light from the moon shining through the windows illuminated the space. I walked across to the control pad and hit a few buttons, which triggered a couple of the side lights on the walls.
“Come here,” I demanded gently, taking her hand again and leading her to another door at the back of the room. This one opened easily, and I pulled her through, telling her, “Welcome to my lair.”
She giggled, then looked around, the smile dying on her face as her gaze caught on the drawings and designs pasted on the walls.
I leaned down until my mouth rested on the shell of her ear and murmured, “This ismyversion of music.”
Saint dropped my hand and walked over to the board full of drawings of bikes attached to it.
“I started working with Bowie over at the Wyoming chapter,” I explained. “He designs customized bikes. Loved the work, and I loved the creativity, so I started experimenting.”
Her eyes widened in wonder at the images. “Jacob. These are incredible.”
“I dunno about that,” I began, but she twisted her head and skewered me with a look.
“Are you crazy? These are beautiful.” She turned back to the drawings, lifting a finger to touch one. “Look at this, baby. It’s fucking stunning.”
