Iplacemyemptybeer bottle on the bar.I'm kneeling on the stool as I lean over the flat surface to check out Roxy’s shoes.
“Hey!Are those my boots?”I point at them and sway slightly on the stool.I don’t think I had that much to drink, but sometimes Roxy puts shots in our beer just to screw with us.
“These?”She bends her knee, bringing her shoe up and almost touching her butt with it.“I don’t know, maybe?I don’t really pay attention to whose is whose.We live together and we’re all the same size in everything.”She shrugs a shoulder like it doesn’t really matter.
“I hope you don’t feel the same about bras and underwear.”I grimace at the thought.
“Not at all.I like my black and red.You and Oakley can wear all the bright girly colors.”She waves me off as she grabs another beer for Chopper.
“Can you not talk about your bras and thongs with so many men around?”He grunts.
Roxy leans across the bar, erasing the space between them.She makes sure to push her boobs together, giving Chopper a spectacular view in the process.She’s always done it to get better tips, but I think she’s doing it now just to screw with him.
“I could, but where would be the fun in that?”
“One day a man might not take no for an answer, Rox.What are you going to do then?”Chopper shakes his head, concern filling his eyes.
“Well, I’ll take my trusty old bat to his balls.”She flutters her lashes.“Something tells me that would do the trick.”
He mumbles something under his breath before stomping off to his table with his jaw clenched.
“Why do you have to torment the poor man?You know he’s in love with you.”
“Oh, he is not.He just thinks I'm hot and wants to spend one night with me.Most men have a fantasy about sleeping with a redhead with green eyes.”She waves me off.“Chopper isn't in love with me and he never will be.Plus, he knows the rules.We’re off limits.”
“But honestly, what would Dad do if we married someone from the club?”I glance over my shoulder at Storm, surprised to find his attention already focused on me.
“Storm won't go against Dad, Dixie.It doesn’t matter how much he wants to, you have no chance with him,” her voice is soft and quiet, so much different from her normally loud and tough personality.
“I know that, but my heart doesn’t care.”I stick out my bottom lip in a pout.
We’re quiet for a few minutes, both of us lost in thought.I'm sure Roxy’s thinking about Chopper and I'm thinking about how Storm will never be mine.
“Any chance you want to go out?I want to have fun and I'm tired of being here today.”Roxy breaks the silence as she scowls at a table of rowdy men.
“After you close?Everything will be shut down by then.”
“I’m giving them thirty more minutes, then I'm closing this place down.I need to get away from Chopper and just let my hair down.”
I glance at her curly red hair.She has it twisted into a bun on the top of her head and there are small tendrils hanging down in her face.
Roxy’s breathtaking.Her bright green eyes are always outlined in dark eyeliner and black mascara.I'm not sure I ever see her without it.She typically has on a tight tank top and skinny jeans.She looks every part the biker princess and she always has.
Oakley could go either way.She’s normally wearing jeans, but she tends to wear long sleeve shirts.She’s always cold and she has a tattoo she doesn’t love on her forearm.I think that’s the real reason she wears long sleeves.Some days she’ll get all dressed up and look cute, the next day she wears whatever is comfortable and doesn’t care how she looks.
I'm the girly one.Even now, I'm wearing a sundress with strappy heels.My hair is always down – unless I'm cooking – and in soft waves.Not because I curl my blonde locks, but because I have natural waves and I love them.I always have on light eye makeup, but nothing else.
When we were little, I remember Mom telling us the prettiest women only wear eye makeup.She told us if we caked foundation, blush, and everything else on our skin would age faster.I think all three of us took that to heart and we still only wear a little makeup.
“Dixie, you’re wearing a dress,” a deep voice rumbles in my ear as a warm body presses up against my back and lifts me into the air, placing my butt on the stool so it’s not in the air anymore.
I blink up at Storm, finding something lurking in those gray eyes.He hides it before I can figure out what it is.
“You boys are always ruining our fun,” Roxy pouts.
“Please,” he scoffs.“The last thing you want is the attention from the guys in here.Do you really want to be another notch on their bedpost?”
“Wow, and here I thought one of you could be my prince charming,” Roxy deadpans.“Where, oh, where will I find him now?”She dramatically places the back of her hand on her forehead like she’s a damsel in distress.
