He growled.
He handed me his kutte, followed by his tee, wallet, keys, and his black ball cap.
The girls were standing next to me, all of them holding their men’s things, and then we all seemed to look at one another, then spin, place their stuff down on the picnic table at our back, and then we spun back around, and watched.
I was clapping my hands and cheering as Grey beat the shit out of his opponent.
Then I winced as he got hit once, and then I smirked as he closelined his opponent.
Well... I smirked while my panties got damp.
Fuck me.
His eyes came to me, and he winked.
I grinned then blew him a kiss.
And my man, surrounded by a shit ton of bikers, caught it and pressed it to his lips.
Oh. My. Stars.
Just then, I turned around and grabbed his wallet, keys, shirt, and, as I moved to grab his kutte, some woman at my side spoke.
“Girl, you don’t want to do that.” I looked at the woman who had my hand mid-moving, frozen.
“Why not?” I asked her with a tilt of my head.
“No one touches a man’s colors unless it’s his ole’ lady.” The woman said.
Well, I did have my hands on it when he took it off at my house and asked me to place it on the back of one of my kitchen chairs. I also had my hands on it when I rode on the back of his bike
“Shut the hell up, Diamond. She’s his ole lady.” Ophelia growled.
Diamond’s eyes went wide, “Oh shit. Don’t mention this to Grey. Please?”
Soraya scoffed, “That’s VP to you.”
Diamond paled.
Then she looked at Kettle, who was glaring at her.
Soraya smiled. Huge.
Then Diamond ran away. Literally.
Just then, I felt an arm wrap around my waist and looked up at his face and pouted, “No boo boos.”
He smirked, “There are other parts of me that need your attention.”
“I’m out,” Soraya said hurriedly.
I giggled.
Just then, Nola was there and asked, “I wanted to ask you where you got that top? It’s delish.”
“Actually, I made this top,” I told her.
“Shut up.” She said with wonder on her face.
