Goldie(Night Rebels MC Romance Book 4)(9)

"Moving on, Steel and I have been talking about doing a biker rally this summer. As you know, we normally do one in October and one in spring, but since most of the spring was shitty weather and we couldn't have our rally, we thought it'd be a good idea to have it in July," Paco said.

The idea was given to the membership, who unanimously voted for it, and the date was set for the last weekend in July. The Night Rebels motorcycle rallies attracted many biker enthusiasts, and they were held on private land owned by an ex-Night Rebels member who made a fortune in the marijuana-growing business. The rallies usually began on a Thursday and went through the weekend. There was a campground on the land, motorcycle contests, live music from local bands, bike washes from the scantily clad club girls, wet T-shirt contests, and a Saturday barbecue. Strewn around the area were vendor booths selling mostly motorcycle-related items. The club made a lot of money at their rallies and gave fifty percent of it to their favorite charity-Bikers Against Child Abuse.

"Is Raven going to have a booth?" Goldie asked Muerto as they walked out of the adjourned meeting.

"Yeah. She's already making a bunch of jewelry with some biker charms. They look pretty cool. You going to Cuervos tonight?"

"Fuck, I forgot about it. It's Tattoo Mike's anniversary party."

Muerto laughed. "You have been working too hard, dude. This is the first time I've ever known you to forget a party where there'll be a lot of available women."

Goldie grinned. "You're right. What's up with that shit?"

"Hell if I know."

"I'll be there. Jimmy will be handling the shop tonight with the new guy we just hired. It should be good."

Paco walked up to Goldie. "Did you ever find a replacement for Flora?"                       
       
           



       

"Yeah. She catches on fast. We'll see if she works out long term. You going to Cuervos tonight?"

Paco nodded. "I'm pretty sure everyone's gonna be there."

Tattoo Mike and his old lady, Sam, had tied the knot twelve years before. That night, the anniversary party was a family event, meaning club girls weren't included, only old ladies. Old ladies and club girls didn't mix. The club women knew to keep out of their way, and if they happened to be in the same room, the club girls would immediately leave the room out of respect. Of the old ladies, only Sam and Shannon had the biggest problem with them since their husbands tended to occasionally have sex with the club women. The old ladies had come to terms with their husbands' dalliances, but it didn't mean they liked them. The way Sam and Shannon figured it was that their men always came home to them, and that the club sluts were bitches with holes.

"I better get over to the shop to make sure all is good. Friday nights can be a bitch." Goldie slipped his hand in his pocket and took out his keys.

"I'm right behind you," Tattoo Mike said.

"Let's roll." Goldie walked out of the cool clubhouse into the dry heat. Swinging his leg over his bike, he made a mental note to hit up a high school buddy about his band playing at the rally in July. He adjusted his sunglasses and rode away from the clubhouse.

* * *

When Goldie walked into Cuervos, the party was underway. Scanning the room, he saw all the familiar faces of the brotherhood, as well as many citizens glancing nervously at the group of men as they chugged bottles of beer. Several women smiled at him as he made his way to the bar.

"Didn't think you'd make it," Chains said as he bumped fists with Goldie.

"I stopped by to see my grandma. There're some hot-looking chicks in here."

"Tell me about it. I have my eyes on a few of them."

"What're you drinking?" Jorge, the owner of the bar, asked.

"I'll start with a bottle of Coors. How've you been?" Goldie said.

"Not bad. Business is back to where it should be. It took a long time after the shooting last year to get people to come back in."

"That's good. Time makes most things pass. You gonna put Steel to work tonight?"

"I'll let him enjoy the night. Maybe I'll recruit Breanna." Jorge laughed as he handed Goldie his beer.

"Give me another one, dude," Army said from behind Goldie.

Goldie half turned. "You down for a game of pool? I need to make some money."

Chains guffawed and Army shook his head. "I'm down for it, and I'm gonna beat your losing ass."

"Anyone want to play Raven?" Muerto interjected as he came up to the bar to place his order.

"I wanna win some money tonight, not lose." Goldie brought the bottle of beer to his lips.

"Looks like you're gonna have to be the one to play. Brutus told me he's taking a break. He's yet to beat her." Army chuckled.

"Didn't know you were all a bunch of pussies," Muerto joked as he walked away with two drinks in his hands.

A shapely redhead edged in between Goldie and Chains and leaned against the bar. She cocked her head and a sultry smile formed on her shiny red lips. "Am I crowding you?" She ran her painted fingernail down his forearm.

"Nah." From the seductive look in her eyes, he knew where she wanted this to go.

"What're you drinking?" Jorge asked, leaning forward to get a better look at her cleavage in her low-cut halter top.

"Whiskey sour." She fixed her attention back on Goldie, the tip of her tongue outlining the contours of her lips. "You're an officer with the Night Rebels," she said, her fingernail running over the raised lettering "Road Captain" on his cut.

He nodded and took another pull of his beer.

"You do all the runs and rallies, right?"

"And other stuff that involves bikes."

"I bet you have a big Harley. I love Harleys. They're such powerful machines. Just like the guys who ride them." She leaned in to him, the side of her thigh pressed against his.

All he had to do was tell her to follow him to the back room and she'd be down on her knees with her red lips wrapped around his cock, sucking the hell out of him. He didn't doubt that she'd give him a damn good blow job, but he wasn't feeling it, and that surprised the hell out of him.

"She's practically drooling, dude. Give the chick a break and take her in the back," Army said from behind.

Goldie craned his neck. "You want her?"                       
       
           



       

Army jerked his head back. "You don't? What the fuck? She's a sweet piece of ass."

The woman giggled and smiled at Army.

"Go for it," Goldie replied.

Army scrubbed his face with his fist, then came in closer behind the woman. "My brother here is a fuckin' idiot. You're a gorgeous, sexy woman who needs a biker's touch."

She whirled around and pushed out her ample chest. "Are you an officer too?" Her brown eyes scanned his cut.

"Yeah."

Goldie and Chains laughed.

"How come I don't see your patch?" She ran her finger over his cut.

"Just got appointed today. I'm in charge of finding prime pussy for the brothers. We have a lot of parties, and we need only the best in Alina."

"I didn't know you guys did that, but it makes sense. You want to weed out the skanks, right?"

"Right."

"He works real hard at his job," Chains said as he leaned closer to the woman.

She glanced at Goldie. "I was hoping you and I could get friendly."

"Army's position is way higher than mine. We take pussy very seriously. He's the one to impress." Goldie picked up his beer bottle.

Her gaze lingering on Goldie's, she said, "Do you want to audition me?"

Army held out his hand. "I wanna find out what your pretty mouth can do besides talking." He threw back his shot and placed the empty glass on the bar next to Goldie.

"Then let me show you." She pushed away from the bar, gave Goldie's arm a squeeze, then placed her hand in Army's and walked away.

"I can't fuckin' believe you let that hot one go," Chains said.

"I can find ten more just like her if I want to. I'm sure someone in here will pique my interest before the night's over." He scanned the crowd and made a mental note of a few women he wouldn't mind getting to know between the sheets.

Twenty minutes later, Army came back over with the redhead in tow. She brushed against Goldie as she reached for her drink that was still on the bar. "You doing okay?" she said in a low voice. He nodded.

"All right, baby. Why don't you join your friends? I'm gonna hang with my brothers." Army winked at her, then smacked her butt when she walked by.

When she was out of earshot, Chains asked, "How was she?"

"Okay. She's worth having at one of our parties. I told her to come around the club next Friday night. She acted like I gave her the winning lottery ticket." Army laughed. It always amazed the brothers how many women wanted to fuck them just because they were in an outlaw club.

As the evening went on, more people filed in. Food, drinks, and good conversation flowed amongst the brothers, and the old ladies sat at a table near their men, laughing and talking as the night went on.