"No, son. It's a teen party." He glanced at Jess, knowing what he had done as a teenager. "Probably, but be smart. Watch out for your sister."
"Well, can we have fun, too?" added Jess.
"A little." He grinned. "But, not too much."
Joey stepped out before he could knock. He whistled, taking in her bare legs, the shirt that scooped down, showing the tops of her breasts. She had her hair all fluffed up and loose, her eye makeup extra dark, and bright red lipstick on. This was a different Joey than he'd seen before. At the bar when playing pool, she looked sexy in a classy way. At home, she looked like the girl next door.
Tonight, she looked like she belonged on the back of his Harley or spread against a wall with his cock in her.
Her eyes widened, and she jingled her keys. "I'm ready."
"Yes, you are." He walked clear around her, looking at her body from all angles.
"Wyatt." She laughed. "Save it."
"I'll save it." He smacked her ass. "Let's get the kids to the party. You can follow me. Banks lives up on Hillshire Rd."
"I don't know where that is."
"That's why you're following me," he said, making her laugh.
He settled everyone into the car, jogged over to his Harley, and led them away from the apartments. With Joey looking like sex on two legs, he looked forward to the night. There was something about the way Roddy had invited him to the party at the clubhouse and came up with a way for his kids to be safe while he spent time with Joey, which led him to believe there was more behind the invitation than a simple night out.
After dropping the kids off, he made it back to the clubhouse in ten minutes. Joey pulled in beside him and got out of the car before he toed the kickstand.
He stood. "What's the hurry?"
She flew at him, kissing him deeply. Taken off guard, all he could do was brace himself.
And keep them both on their feet.
And enjoy the taste of her.
Joey pulled back. "Do you know I haven't kissed you like that in forty-nine hours."
He squeezed her ass cheek. "Work will be easing up for the next few weeks. I'll be getting home earlier and not working on Saturday."
Her eyes widened. "That makes me a happy camper."
"Let's go inside."
She held on to his shirt. "Hang on a sec. Why are we really here?"
"Roddy invited us."
"Uh-huh." She narrowed her gaze. "It seems weird."
"Weird or freaky?" He wiggled his brows. "Because I'm all in for freaky."
He got a laugh out of her. Looping his arm around her shoulders, he walked inside. Instantly, he knew something was up.
Chapter 21Joey
MUSIC BLARED OVER THE humongous speakers to Joey's left and right. A sea of leather filled the room, moving, making waves. Every few seconds, a woman would break through the crowd of broad shoulders. Through all the chaos, she focused on the pool table in the corner of the room.
Knowing Rabbit was a frequent player at Riverside Bar and belonged to Tarkio, she should've thought ahead of time to throw more than twenty dollars in her pocket. If there was a chance that she could play, it would be a bonus.
She looked at Wyatt. No, she wanted to spend the night with him.
Wyatt leaned close. "Do you want a cooler?"
"I need to drive."
"I told the kids we'd pick them up at eleven o'clock. You've got three hours before we have to drive."
She nodded. "Okay. Just one."
He left her side. Pushed by the crowd, she worked her way around the outside of the room and stood by the pool table. It only took a few minutes to realize it was a friendly game. Both players had little skill and the woman with the halter top and shorts on seemed to be entertaining both men.
Wyatt found her and handed her a bottle. "Interested?"
She shook her head, grinning. "Only in you."
"Damn right, and you better stay interested." His eyes softened, and he put her between his legs as he leaned against the back of a couch.
The atmosphere gave her freedom to hang on her man. The kids were away. Everyone else in the room was doing much more than getting handsy. Maybe she was high from the pot smoke hanging heavily in the air or in love, but within the clubhouse, she felt truly free to behave however she wanted with Wyatt, and free to show him how she felt about him.
Roddy joined them. Joey turned around to give them a chance to talk, and Wyatt pulled her back—her back to his chest— and wrapped his arms around her waist. She watched the pool game in front of her, letting him talk with Roddy behind her. With the music, it was difficult to hear, even when Wyatt included her and put his mouth on her ear.
A familiar face appeared at the table. Seeing Rabbit here wasn't surprising, but he seemed different amongst his biker friends or maybe it was the chick hanging on his side and his hand draped over her shoulder and cupping her breast. He noticed her and lifted his chin. She waved. Unlike Charlie, Rabbit never bothered her.
Rabbit held up his hand, clutching a whiskey bottle, and pointed to the table while lifting his brows. Because the music prohibited them from talking, she slid her hand into her pocket and held up the twenty-dollar bill and shook her head.
Wyatt put his lips on her ear. "You selling yourself, tiger."
She took a drink of her cooler, turned her head, and kissed him. "You buying?"
"Name your price," he said against her lips.
She smacked her lips against his and turned, finding Roddy gone. Slipping her arm around Wyatt's neck, she swayed to the music while he kept his boots planted on the floor and his butt on the back of the couch.
Finishing her drink, she leaned over and put the bottle on the floor. When she straightened, three women
