“Isn’t that my line?” As the pack’s Beta, he was always saying that to someone. “But yeah.” He smiled. “Will do.” Asher held out the deck of cards to Cade. “Can you handle the table for a bit? Maybe line up some help? This place has been a non-stop party.”
“Yeah, I’ve got it.” Cade smiled. “Go on, get out of here.”
As Asher made his way to the door, Cade called out to him through the pack link.
“Enjoy yourself, Ash. You deserve it. And no matter what happens, have fun.”
“Will do.” He replied, thanking Cade again before closing the telepathic link.
Asher took in the fresh night air as he stepped outside, appreciating the cooling sensation as it filled his lungs while he scanned the environment, looking for Duchess.
There, by a beautiful silver BMW cruiser, chatting with Mav and the guy called Blaze, the club’s VP if memory served.
“Evening.” Asher smiled at them. “Everything okay, gentlemen?”
“We gonna have a problem with you?” Blaze replied, looking stern.
“Not that I can think of.” Asher grinned. While it was good that those guys were looking out for Duchess, Asher didn’t want them worrying for her on his account.
“Come now, boys.” Duchess purred. “While I do love a protective male, I’m a big girl and I’ve chosen this one.” She glanced at Mav and Blaze. “Let me have my fun in peace. I’ll see you two in the morning at the rendezvous point. I’ll call Mav if anything changes. Okay?”
After a long minute, Mav nodded.
“You let me know if there’s a problem.”
“Absolutely.” Duchess saluted him. “Have fun tonight, you two.”
“And you.” Mav glanced at him and Asher gave what he hoped was a winning smile, not a shit-eating grin.
For whatever reason, he felt like he’d just won the fucking jackpot.
And as Duchess leaned against her motorcycle and started discussing possibilities with him, Asher knew he was in for an incredible night.
He absolutely planned to have fun.
And then some.
4
“Yousureyou’regoodwith me driving?”
Clea grinned at Blondie’s question, not even trying to take it at face value.
“Oh, I’m positive.” She moved aside so he could take the lead. “In fact, I’m looking forward to it.”
With that sexy gait of his and the sense of power he effortlessly exuded, she absolutely wanted him to drive.
And not just her motorcycle.
Blondie cleared his throat, breaking their gaze and mounting her bike. And damn, he looked good on a motorcycle.
Clea climbed on behind him, but rather than leaning back and using the arm and backrests of the cushy passenger seat, she scooted forward, considering wrapping her arms around Blondie’s waist.
“You know,” she said into his ear. “It’s completely fine with me if you want to take the scenic route to the hotel.”
“Any sights in particular you have in mind?”
Clea threw her head back, laughing at his cheekiness. Oh, this man was right up her alley.
