Inferno：A Devil Chaser’s MC Romance(24)

“Yeah, you’re really nice. I think she’ll be okay with another try.”

“Sweetheart, this place is just fine. I’m having a wonderful time. Now, stop giving Bishop a hard time and finish your cheese sticks,” Tessa said firmly. Her eyes locked with Bishop’s as he winked, and her shoulders shook as she laughed silently to herself.

After they finished their pizza, they dropped off Myles at their neighbor’s house and took Drake and Izzie home to meet Courtney.

Courtney opened the front door with a wild smile. “What’s up, my lovely couple? Y’all are looking mighty fine. I bet the whole town’s talking about you two tonight. Did y’all give ‘em something to gossip about?” she said giving them a goofy wink.

“Don’t even start, Courtney. We’ll talk when I get back if you’re still up. We’re going to his clubhouse now. Wish me luck,” Tessa said with a worried look on her face.

“I’m sure it’s going to be great. Hopefully, it’ll be late when you get back, and I’ll be asleep. Hint. Hint,” Courtney said as she wiggled her eyebrows.

Bishop took Tessa’s hand and led her out to the truck. Neither of them spoke as he drove them over to the clubhouse. He could tell that she was nervous, and probably thinking all kinds of crazy shit like most women do.

He figured he might as well prepare her a little for what she might run into. “I take it you’ve never been to a clubhouse like this before, right?” he began. Tessa shook her head in response. “It’s not that big of a deal. It’s just a place for the guys to meet up and let off some steam after a long week. They’ll be drinking, playing pool, and acting like delinquents by the time we get there. Most of the guys are pretty cool.”

“I’m looking forward to it. I just don’t want to say anything stupid or act like a complete weirdo while I am there,” Tessa stated, never looking over at Bishop. She kept her gaze focused out the window.

“Just be yourself. I wouldn’t bring you if I thought you wouldn’t like it, or if I thought they might give you a hard time. The girls might be a little harder for you to get along with, but the guys should really like you.”

Tessa’s eyes moved to look over at Bishop and her voice went up about three octaves when she asked, “What girls? Wives or girlfriends? And why wouldn’t they like me?”

“We have some girls that hang around the club. They’re there to hook up with the brothers from time to time, but they aren’t officially with anyone. They tend to get a little possessive when outsiders come in, but Doc’s Old Lady, Melinda, should be there. She’s cool, and she’ll help you get a grip on things.”

“You mean you have groupies or something? Isn’t that kind of degrading?”

“They aren’t groupies. We treat them like part of the family. They might not be tied to us by marriage or claimed as Old Ladies, but we treat them with respect, and they do the same for us. They help out around the club, and we make sure they’re taken care of,” Bishop told her. He hoped that she wouldn’t get upset about the Fallen girls. They were a part of the club, and she would have to accept them if this thing between them was going anywhere.

Tessa paused, reflecting on what he’d said. “So…do you sleep with these girls often?” Tessa asked with a hopeful look in her eye. He knew she wanted him to say no, but he knew he needed to be honest with her.

“I have from time to time, but I can tell you this: I haven’t been with anyone since the day I met you at the school. Those damn skirts you wear have my head all kinds of twisted up,” Bishop said as he turned to her with a wicked grin. “None of these girls have anything on you.”

Tessa blushed at the compliment. He couldn’t tell if he’d made things better or worse for her. Now she seemed even more tense. When he cut the engine to the truck, he reached for her chin. He turned her to face him and said, “I had a great time with you tonight, and if you don’t want to stay, we can head out. Just give it a chance.” She visibly relaxed and nodded with a smile. He pulled her closer to him and brushed his lips across hers. He meant for the kiss to be brief, but the moment their mouths touched, he changed his mind. As his tongue stroked hers, she leaned into him, placing one hand on his chest and one behind his neck. He slipped his hands under her ass and pulled her into his lap, never losing contact with her mouth. She dug her fingernails into his shoulder as her moan vibrated through him. She eased her legs around his waist as her hand roamed over his broad chest and up into his hair. She obviously had a thing for his hair. Her hips slowly began to grind into his growing erection. Suddenly, he swiftly pulled away from her, hating the loss of her touch.