“And this is a safe environment for kids?” she asked carefully.
“I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t. I know motorcycle clubs get a bad reputation, but just because some are bad, it doesn’t mean all are bad,” I explained.
Her cheeks flushed and she looked away from me. “I’m sorry; you’re absolutely right. I’ve only had a few interactions with the members of your club and they’ve been nothing but nice to me.”
“That’s part of why I want you to come spend some time at the club and get to know everyone. They’re not just my friends; they’re my family,” I explained.
“Okay,” she agreed. “Do I need to bring anything?”
“Just whatever you and the kids will need to spend the night. Oh, and bathing suits. I heard Layla talking about renting one of those inflatable water parks for the kids to play on.”
“Oh, the kids will love that,” she said excitedly.
And they did. A few days later when we went to the clubhouse for the party, the kids had a great time playing on the inflatables. Layla had arranged to have a large inflatable waterslide as well as an inflatable water park/obstacle course. I don’t think we would’ve gotten them to go inside if Leigh hadn’t thought to set up an ice cream sundae bar.
“Are you sure you don’t need some help getting them to bed?” Avery asked Leigh.
“Oh no, as soon as the sugar rush wears off, they’ll all crash from how hard they played today. I’ve been doing this for years and I’ve never had one last more than twenty minutes into the movie,” Leigh said proudly. “But I’ll be sure to come get you if there’s a problem.”
Just as Leigh disappeared into the clubhouse, Batta shouted, “Let’s get this party started!” I turned to see him at the top of the waterslide. He jumped in the air, landed on his stomach, and went head first down the slide.
“Oh, shit!” I said and pressed my fist to my mouth. Batta’s big body shot down the slide like a rocket, hit the landing pool, and went straight over the inflatable barrier. He slid across the wet grass and came to a stop twenty feet away.
He groaned and rolled to his back. “Fuck! Can somebody see if they can find my nipple? I think I lost it at the halfway mark.”
Avery slapped her hand over her mouth trying to hide her amusement. But I couldn’t let the opportunity pass. “Batta, you ever thought about being on a book cover? I hear there’s a new one-nipple trend.”
Batta sat up with a confused look on his face. “How much have you had to drink, brother?”
Avery lost it. She started laughing and then suddenly slapped my arm and took off for the clubhouse. “You’re going to make me peeeeee!”
“You’re in big trouble now,” Annabelle laughed. “You never make a pregnant woman laugh that hard.”
I pointed at Batta like a petulant child. “He did it!”
Batta threw his hands in the air as he walked toward us. “All I did was ask where my nipple was. I’m too scared to look. Is it still there? Fuck it, I’ll have it tattooed back on if I lost it.”
“Yes, it’s still there you big fucking baby,” Bronze said and proceeded to give Batta one hell of a titty twister.
“Owww!” Batta yelled and grabbed Bronze. “Ooooey! I got your barbell. Whatcha gonna do now, fuckhead?”
“Knock it off before one of you gets hurt,” Copper ordered. “Besides, I think the ladies have some party games they want to play.”
“Listen up!” Layla shouted. “No bachelor/bachelorette party is complete without a few games. And since this is a combined party for three couples, we worked really hard on putting together some new games to play. For the first one, we want to see just how tough our big, scary bikers are. So, I need five of you boys to volunteer.”
When no one moved or uttered a word, Layla sighed. “Bronze, Judge, Carbon, Duke, and Shaker, get your asses over here.”
“What about me?” Batta asked.
Layla arched an eyebrow. “Have you and your nipple recovered enough to play?”
“You’re lucky I like you,” Batta joked as he grabbed a chair and made his way over to Layla. He placed it beside the other guys and dropped into it while crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m playing, too.”
“Suit yourself,” Layla teased.
River stepped forward with a bowl in her hands. “Each one of you will reach into the bowl and pull out one piece of paper. You can look at it, but don’t tell us what it is until we ask.”
“Okay, starting with Batta, each one of you tell us what your paper says,” River instructed.
