“Seven. And the older kids help with the younger ones. We’re raising them to be close, so one couple hosts the kids once a month.”
“You guys really are like a giant family.”
She grinned. “We are. So, what do you say? Want to stick around and see what it’s like when the club goes from PG to R-rated?”
“I’m so not the demographic for R-rated biker clubs.”
She laughed. “You never know until you try. At least it’s better than a normal club. Here, you never have to worry about someone spiking your drink or trying to take advantage of you. Bikers can get freaky, but the club strongly enforces consent.”
I trusted Julia would keep me safe, so I followed her out into the hall. We reentered the common area. The overhead lights were off, but plenty of twinkling Christmas lights made it easy to find Landon at the pool table, bending over to line up his shot. A wave of heat shot right to my core as the sass called to me. Another round of multiple orgasms would make for one hell of a distraction. Why the hell was I still resisting?
I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to use a condom.
We’d already gone without one, so what was the point? He’d felt so amazing bareback.
I lost sight of Landon just in time to realize Julia was towing me to the crowded bar. A woman with bleached blonde hair and enormous fake breasts peeking over a low-cut T-shirt was serving drinks. She set a shot in front of a guy who leaned over and asked something. When she threw her shoulders back, pushing her chest out for him, he slid the full shot glass into her cleavage before going after it with his face.
Oh. Wow.
I never really hung out in bars, so I wasn’t sure if booby shots were a common occurrence. Especially when the biker rolled down the top of her bra and licked at her nipple.
In front of everyone.
“Shari is one of the club girls,” Julia said in my ear.
She’d mentioned that term before, and I was afraid I knew what it meant. “Like an employee?”
“Pretty sure that’d qualify as prostitution.”
I turned and gaped at her.
“Club girls have sex with the bikers for free.”
She made it sound like it wasn’t a big deal, but I was horrified. There was a lot of leather surrounding us. “All the bikers?” I had nothing against a girl getting her freak on, but that seemed… painful.
The grin Julia flashed me bordered on feral. “Not my biker. The other married guys are faithful, too, but there are a lot of bachelors in the club.”
I let that sink in, irritated that from our position, I could no longer see Landon. He was hotter than any of the guys here, and he was also a veteran. Thank God he wasn’t a biker. “Are there many club girls?”
“A handful.”
When the bartender finally made it to us, Julia and I both ordered sodas that we did not drink out of her cleavage, even though she did offer me a shot from her tits.
“Don’t stay sober on my account,” Julia said. “You’re supposed to be having fun.”
“I’ve never been much of a drinker. Especially not my first time in a new place.”
“I can respect that.”
A commotion in the direction of the pool tables drew her attention.
“Get ‘em, Peach,” someone shouted.
Laughter rippled through some of the guys, but not Zombie. No, Zombie looked at me with pity.
What the hell?
I moved away from the bar until I spotted a brunette wearing a tube top and a miniskirt who was grinding against someone at the pool table.
