Gripping her shoulders, I gently turn her around, gathering her hair. I tell her, “I’ll do it for you Em.” Sectioning her hair, I quickly braid it. Braiding was something I’d done not just for Ruthie, but for Lizzie and each of my granddaughters.
“Tie?” I ask, holding out a hand for one. Emily takes one off her wrist and hands it to me over her shoulder. Tying the end off, I press a kiss to the back of her head. “All done darlin’.”
“Thank you, let me grab my jacket and we can go.”
Picking up her jacket from where she’d hung it over the back of a chair, she swung it over her shoulders. I can’t wait to see her in my colours come this weekend.
“Can’t wait for you to get my cut this weekend darlin’,” I tell her, holding out my hand for her to take.
“And I can’t wait to be wearing it,” she replies with a bright smile as we leave the house, closing the door behind us. We get on my sled and ride to the front of the clubhouse where the brothers are waiting for us.
They start revving their rides and whistling as soon as they see us. Behind me, Emily laughs out loud at their antics. And I have to smile. There’s nothing better than the camaraderie of the brotherhood.
I fall into my place as Maestro leads us out. We don’t have far to travel to the bar that the club owns. The bar had been ours for years and had originally been bought to launder our dirty money through, along with the garage and the diner.
It had become the go-to place for the club to go to for celebrations. It had good food and great music.
We piled into the bar and took over. Greeting regulars and mingling with the locals. Not only was it a place we went to for a good time, it was a handy way to keep an eye on the pulse of the town.
A couple of hours later I’m propping up the bar with a few of my brothers, enjoying the atmosphere and keeping an eye on the women who had taken over the dance floor.
It was one of the best nights I’d had in a long time, and I was looking forward to how it was going to end.
“Emily looks happy, Red,” Cash says.
I eyed my woman and I had to agree. She glowed.
There was no other way to explain how Emily looked as I watched her laughing and shaking her ass on the dance floor with Stacey, Lizzie, Jenny and a few other ladies from the Queens Wraiths MC.
“She does,” I agree. Finishing my beer I put the bottle on the bar, telling them, “I’m going to dance with my Old Lady then I’m taking her home. I’ll see you fuckers later.”
They laugh, but they’d learn that if you knew how, then dancing was foreplay for better things to come. There was nothing more enjoyable than having your Old Lady in your arms.
Walking up behind Emily, I grip her hips and press a kiss to her bare shoulder. “Dance with me, darlin’,” I whisper in her ear, smiling slightly as she shivers, and goosebumps rise along her arms. “Or if you prefer, we could go home,” I nipped lightly at her ear.
Emily turns and smiles a sultry smile at me. Resting her arms on my shoulders, she replies, “You can take me home any time, handsome, but I’d really like one dance first.”
“One dance it is then,” I agreed, moving us around the dance floor to the country song that’s playing. I didn’t mind dancing; it meant I got to hold her close to me, which was no hardship.
It was more than one dance, though; we spent the next hour lost in each other on the dance floor until the band let us know this was their last song.
“Time to go home, darlin’.”
“Okay,” she agrees, lifting her face for a kiss. Keeping it short and sweet, I press my lips softly to hers before escorting her from the dance floor to get her jacket.
Calling out goodbye to everyone as we leave.
Anticipation was high by the time we rode through the clubhouse gates and parked at our home. Holding out my hand for Emily, I wait for her to dismount before getting off my sled and removing my helmet. Her eyes meet mine, and I can read the heat and need I’m feeling in hers.
I’m completely focused on the gorgeous woman who has me tied up in knots. I can’t wait to get her into our home and into our bed.
With that thought in mind, I bend and scoop her up in my arms, smiling as she laughs and hurriedly puts an arm around my neck. “You crazy man. What are you doing?”
“Getting you to our bed in the quickest way possible,” I reply, and she laughs again, burying her head in my neck.
“Well, you won’t find me arguing with that. But hurry before you put your back out.”
“Woman,” I growl. “You’re not heavy. I lift weights that weigh more than you do.”
