“A big one,” V adds.
“You’ve already seen a big one this morning.” I shift my gaze down to my crotch and roll my hips. “Bet it’s the biggest you’ve ever seen, too. Hell, it’s shaping up to be a big week for you guys already.”
V looks ready to hit me. “Not your dick, fuckface. I’m talking steak, eggs, fucking pancakes with syrup that has real blueberries in it, not that artificial shit.” He continues to list out six more breakfast items before I finally stop him.
“Sure thing. It’s the least I can do.” I smile, knowing damn well we’re meeting up with the guys for breakfast on the club’s dime. “Let me get my shit and we can get that breakfast you’re bitching about.”
I step through the flap to get a clean shirt from my duffle. Sliding it over my head, I finish off my morning care routine with some deodorant and body spray. I’d already made plans to swing by one of the guys’ rooms later for a shower, because there’s no way in hell I’m using the ones setup at the campground. I draw the line in the sand over that experience. I’d seen enough shit go down in those stalls that would last me a lifetime.
Grabbing my phone off the solar charger, I head back outside and find V and Priest waiting on their bikes. Peering down at my phone, I realize why. We were supposed to meet the brothers at nine, and it’s fifteen after. Shit.
I slide my leg over the cool, black metal tank, still wet from the morning dew. The only time this place is remotely decent this time of year is in the morning, so we have to make the best of it before the blistering mid-day sun starts warming the place up like a brick oven. The engine on my bike roars to life as soon as I hit the ignition switch. V and Priest take off toward the main part of town, and I follow behind them.
Every street is packed with bikes—old, new, and modified. We get lucky and spy a group of men pulling out of their spaces just a few blocks away from the restaurant Judge had picked out the night before. As soon as we get parked, we step inside the packed fucking dining room. The noise level is off the charts, but a loud-ass whistle draws my attention to the brothers, tucked into one of the large tables in the back, flanked by their old ladies in cuts that match our own. Judge is sitting there, arms crossed, with Grace tucked in close to his side. His glare intensifies the closer I get to the table.
“You forget how to tell time after getting patched?” Judge quips.
“TK had to get his dick out of that blonde chic, Prez.”
Judge’s mouth turns up in a tight smile. “Figured as much.”
We head toward the end of the table, where a few open seats remain. V and Priest end up next to each other at the very end, but I force my way in next to Lindsey, much to Karma’s displeasure. Settling in, I pick up the menu and look over the basic breakfast shit, and even I have to admit, I worked up quite an appetite. Might regret it later with this hangover, but a man has to eat.
An older waitress comes over to take our orders. Honestly, with as busy as this place is, I’ll be lucky to get my food before lunch. That’s when I spy a lonely piece of bacon on Lindsey’s plate next to me, ripe for the taking.
“Morning, sugar tits,” I drawl, warming up for the distraction.
“Sugar tits?” Karma growls from the other side of her. “The fuck you just call my woman?”
My plan is working.
“Calm down, big guy. Just saying hello to my favorite girl.”
He starts to reach over to deck me, but Lindsey elbows him in the ribs. “I can take care of myself, you know.” With her eyes focused on him, and his now focused on her, I go to nab that piece of bacon when a fork comes down dangerously close to my thumb. A fork attached to StoneFace’s monstrous hand.
The impact draws Lindsey’s attention back to her plate. When she realizes what I was trying to do, she looks up and sneers at me, but all I can do is smile innocently.
“Back off my bacon, asshole. If you’d have gotten here on time, you too might have some hot, crispy, savory bacon.” Closing her eyes, she brings the piece to her lips and takes a bite. “Mmm, delicious,” she moans seductively.
“Unlike your man, I share,” I grumble. “Sharingiscaring.” Quick, I try to snatch the bacon from her fingers, but she jerks it away.
Karma smirks. “She ain’t sharin’ shit with you, dickface.”
“Karma says no sharing, so no sharing.” She takes another bite and chews it slowly, watching me out of the corner of her eye. She does this until it’s gone, then gives me a wide smile when Karma pulls her closer to him, as well as her plate.
As much as I like to tease the ladies, I’m not a dumbass. I know messing with them is also messing with my brothers, but it’s just so much fun stirring the pot, especially when it’s Karma. Pressing his buttons is pretty much my specialty. All the shit I took from him as a prospect, I’m giving back to him little by little. And now, with Lindsey officially his girl, it’s way too damn easy to rile him up, and I never pass up an opportunity to do so.
“What happened to you last night?” StoneFace asks from my left.
“Had a little business to take care of.”
“Hisbusinesswas giving it to the blonde that followed him around like a lost puppy at the bar,” V chimes in. “Trust me, her moans are burned into my memory.”
“Happy to give you your first memorable Sturgis experience, bud. I’ll try to make some more for you later tonight.”
V glares at me.
“Don’t mind him. He’s just a little grumpy ’cause he didn’t get any sleep.”