“I’ll go with you to watch the races, but I’m waiting for Hailey. She’s coming with a few of her friends.” Goldie tossed his beer can in a recycle bin.
“I might want to meet her friends,” Paco said.
“You would.” Goldie chuckled as he walked toward the racing area with Paco. Banger, Steel, Hawk, and Throttle followed behind.
As they watched the races, arms wrapped around Goldie’s waist and the scent of the ocean swirled around him.Hailey.The familiar aroma was all he smelled amid the oil and exhaust fumes from the bikes. He craned his neck and saw her smiling face.
“I’m here,” she said.
He turned around and pressed her close. “I can see that, babe.” Dipping his head down, he kissed her passionately, loving the small noises she made. “I’m glad you were able to come today since it’s Saturday.”
“I put Ellie in charge of the shop. I wanted to support your event. The charity you’re raising money for is a great one. I also wanted to see you in a tight muscle shirt, showing off your tats and biceps. You know I’m crazy for your biceps, right?” She trailed her tongue around one of them.
“I wanted to share the rally with you. And what you’re doing right now is gonna get you dragged to my tent.”
“That sounds like it could be fun. I missed you these past two days… and nights.”
“Me too. I had to stay here, but maybe we can go to your place tonight.”
“The tent isn’t big enough for two?”
“You don’t want to stay here. It gets real raunchy at night. Anyway, I don’t want anyone looking and coming on to you. There’d be a fight for sure.”
“Okay, but at some point before dark, I want to check out your tent.” Hailey’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she patted his behind.
“You should enter the tattoo contest. I bet you’d win,” he whispered in her ear.
“I love your confidence in your work.”
“I wasn’t thinking of the tat, only your sweet ass. You’d win hands down.”
She giggled. “A couple of my friends and I were thinking about entering the wet T-shirt contest. The prize money is big. Do you think I have a chance at winning?” She rubbed her breasts against his chest.
Goldie stiffened. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to let you parade your tits in front of a bunch of men.” Anger pricked his skin as he glared at her. He jerked his head back when she tried to kiss him.
“Don’t be pissed. I was only joking. You should know that I wouldn’t be comfortable doing something like that. My friends and I were joking about it when we saw the signs.”
“I should’ve known better. Fuck, woman, you get me all mixed up.”
“In a good way?” She looked up at him through her lashes and he thought he was going to lose it.
He kissed her forehead. “Yeah, in a good way. Having you in my life makes me happy, makes me feel shit I never felt before.”
“That goes for me too,” she whispered against his throat.
A series of cheers and boos swirled around them and Goldie laughed. “I missed the fuckin’ race.” Gazing into her eyes, he saw tenderness, desire, and love. Brushing his lips against hers, he crushed her tighter to him.
“I’m sorry I distracted you.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’d rather look at you.”
“Wasn’t that a damn good race?” Diablo said as he and Rock approached.
“Didn’t see it. I was looking at my woman,” Goldie said.
Rock and Diablo nodded. “I get that,” Diablo remarked.
“Who won, anyway?” Goldie asked.
