Jayne blushed with pleasure when she heard Seth’s whistle as she sauntered through the crowd. She had eyes only for him until she stood before him and received his lusty kiss.
Seth gestured to Jayne with a grand sweep of his hand and said, “My beautiful wife, ladies and gentlemen!”
The crowd whistled and clapped, several young women looked a little disappointed, and there were several catcalls as Jayne came to stand with Lucy in the center of the tables which were arranged in an inverted U-shape, giving Seth room to work in, apart from the crowd.
“Both of those are your women?” the same big, burly biker asked as Seth put his arms around Jayne and Lucy.
Seth made eye contact with the biker and nodded. “They’re both here with me,” he said, and left it at that.
Once the crowd dispersed, Seth said, “Lucy, until Patrick and Beck arrive, it’d be best if you stayed at the table or walked with one of our friends anywhere you need to go.”
“But I didn’t need an escort when I helped you last time.”
Seth squinted at her and smiled. “You were also wearing baggy jeans and a floppy T-shirt, sis, and stayed near me the whole time. I’m not trying to be a sexist pig or anything but you look fantastic in this outfit and the guys will be hot on your tail. I’d just feel better if you stayed nearby or with one of the guys, just to avoid any misunderstandings. Okay?”
Jayne nodded silently at Seth and Lucy agreed. “If you insist.”
“Great. Then I won’t worry. Justin and Charity should be here soon with Ransome and Val.”
Jayne snorted and then, to cover her laughter, said, “Achoo!” She knew the two handsome bikers were a bone of contention for Patrick and Beck.
To save Seth any worry, and because he already had people waiting to talk to him, she nodded. “I understand, big brother.”
Seth turned to his wife and said, “Baby, you aren’t leaving my sight, unless it’s with one of the guys.”
Perhaps having the rose tattoo revealed publicly made her bold, because Jayne lowered her eyelids, gave him a smoldering look, and rubbed her hip against him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Through the morning, many rally-goers stopped to talk to Jayne about her tattoo and several times Seth offered to design tattoos in a similar configuration but refused to replicate the tattoo. Lucy was impressed when Seth explained that Jayne’s tattoo was a one-of-a-kind work of art, created only for his wife.
The men nodded in understanding and he sketched out what he could do for them that they might like just as much on their woman.
Lucy had just finished showing a design to a young woman who was considering getting her first tattoo, and was bending down to reach a box below the table when she heard two low, appreciative growls from behind her.
Rolling her eyes, she turned, assuming it was more bikers. Her cheeks went hot when she looked up at Ransome Cross and Val Teller. They were like twin gothic gods, standing side by side, with their straight, black hair flowing loose down their backs, lean, muscular builds, and broad, white-toothed grins. They still wore their shades but lifted them as they brazenly looked her over.
Sure her cheeks were turning fifty shades of hot pink, Lucy scrambled for words. “Oh! Hiya!” She gestured at Seth who was currently tattooing a biker’s old lady while the biker stood beside her in a protective stance. “Seth’s working on a tattoo right now—”
“We came for you, sweet cheeks,” Ransome said in his raspy voice. A dimple appeared in his cheek as he smiled at her.
Nerves made her stomach flutter and she wrung her hands together as she tried to figure out what to say. “Um, guys…”
Val whispered something to Ransome and then moved down the table to speak with Jayne. Jayne nodded at Val and then he returned to Lucy and said, “Relax, beautiful. Charity and Justin sent us. They found a patch at one of the booths that they’re having sewn on Justin’s leather vest. Charity figured that the two of you might need a bathroom break. We’re your knights in shining armor.”
“Yeah, on potty patrol,” Ransome added with humor sparkling in his eyes.
Lucy looked back at Seth, and he nodded and gestured that they should go, then turned back to the young woman’s tattoo. She hadn’t made a sound, and her old man held her hand as Seth went back to work. She had a beautiful, quiet kind of strength, Lucy thought, as she looked up at the biker.
The moment the four of them started down the walkway, they drew the eyes of all passersby. Jayne giggled when one young guy in brand-new-looking leathers collided with one of the other rally-goers because he couldn’t pry his eyes loose from them.