Page 20 of Mile High With the Bikers (Screaming Eagles MC #10)

BULL

Shrapnel comes into the room and looks around. “Where's Rory?”

“What do you mean? She went out to the common room to find you. Wanted something to drink.”

He looks around. “Well, we’re all here, and she’s not.”

I look at Diesel. “Fuck.”

We abandon the game and head straight to the common room. The party's in full swing when we get out there, with Mad Dog and Piston up on one of the tables, celebrating their return with a couple of the sluts. Looks like a good fucking time, but there’s only one girl we’re looking for at the moment.

“Where the fuck is she?”

With so many people in here, it's hard to tell. I trust my brothers with my life, but not to keep their hands off a hot little piece like Rory if she smiles up at them like she does to us, but that doesn’t sit right. No God damned way she’s wandered off with another guy.

Diesel points. “She wanted something to drink, right? Check the bar.”

Jewel nods when we ask. “Yeah, she was here with Cherry and Opal. Asked about Shrapnel but I don’t know where they went.”

Shrapnel curses. “I was next door talking with King.”

Chef's the one who's got the answer, though. “They went over to the Roost. Seemed like they were having a girls' night out. The noise level dropped at least eighty percent when they left, so I took that as a win.”

“Cherry and Opal? When did she make friends with the sluts?” Diesel and Shrapnel both shrug at my question..

“Who the fuck knows?” Diesel sets a course for the door. “The important question is why we aren't already heading over to drag her back. She shouldn’t be there on her own. Cherry and Opal can’t do shit if someone finds out who she is and is targeting her.”

That gets us speeding up to a jog. Thunder and Lightning nod as we pass through the front door.

Shrapnel points. “There.”

I relax a little when I see her safe and sound.

She’s out in the middle of the dance floor, leaning on Cherry and laughing, while Opal shows off a sinuous dance move that somehow emphasizes her tits and ass at the same time as she spins around.

And then Rory tries, and almost topples right to the floor as her balance gives out.

Only Cherry's grip on her arm and Opal's quick hands keep her upright.

And they never stop laughing. Fucking loaded, the three of them.

“Looks like she's having a good time,” Diesel notes.

“Without us. She promised to find Shrapnel, and to stay in the club.” I push through the crowd. Most get out of my way before I even touch them. There are benefits to being built big.

Cherry sees me first. She grins, but doesn't say anything to Rory. Opal notices and laughs. Rory on the other hand is completely oblivious with her back to me, wiggling that sexy ass back and forth. She’s still trying to mimic what Opal showed her, at least right up until the point where Opal takes her hand and twirls her.

Right into me.

“Oof! I'm so sorry, I'm—” Rory looks up and her glassy eyes go wide with recognition. “Bull! We're having girls’ night, and I'm learning how to dance all sexy, and we didn't get in trouble for stealing sandwiches even though Chef has cameras up, and Cherry says that Harper has four?—”

I shut her up with a kiss.

She resists for all of a moment, then wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back eagerly. I can taste half the bar on her lips, and it’s real fucking sweet. I wrap my arms around her to help her stand, and because I really like having her in my arms.

When we separate, she looks up and her pupils are dilated and unfocused. “I'm dizzy,” she declares.

“Hey, dizzy, I’m Bull. You're drunk as a fucking skunk, angel. You're in for a rough morning.” Keeping her in place with one arm, I brush the hair out of her face with the other. Fuck, whenever she's around, all I wanna do is touch her.

“Dance with me!” Her grip on me tightens, and she starts swiveling her hips. “Opal taught me this… this thing, and I want to show you.”

I look past her at Cherry and Opal. Cherry shrugs. “Sorry, she's a lightweight. We've been watching out for her, though. I swear.” From the way she and Opal are leaning on each other, I'm not convinced they're really heavyweights either, no matter what they think, but they're at least able to walk.

Opal nods. “She seemed really bummed at the club, but we tried to cheer her up. She's really nice.”

I smile, trying not to actually laugh. They're being so fucking earnest. “I know. Thanks. I’m going to take her back to the club, though. She’s not supposed to be out wandering on her own.”

“Yeah, they’re totally banging,” is the last thing I hear Opal say to Cherry as they walk away.

“Is she right? Are we going to bang?” Rory's still swiveling her hips against me to make me dance with her. I pull her in tight and start moving with her.

“Maybe, but not tonight. I only bang girls who are sober enough to understand they're saying yes.”

“But you'll dance with a drunk girl, right?” She stumbles but catches herself with a death grip on my cut.

“I already am, babe.”

“Oh, right.” She swivels her hip again, bumping into me, then frowns and rests her forehead on my chest.

“Listen, I'm sorry for breaking up your fun with the girls. How about we get back to the clubhouse and move this party to your room? If you really wanna keep on drinking there, we can make it happen. You can get as rip roaring wasted as you want to. What do you say?”

There's no answer. She get angry?

Nope, she's fucking fallen asleep. Guess that answers that. With a shake of my head, I scoop her up into my arms and make for the door to the apartments. Not gonna fucking carry her all the way back to the clubhouse. “Out of my fucking way, people.”

We get her tucked away in my bed upstairs, and she’s so dead to the world she doesn’t even notice.

“What are we doing here?” I watch the soft rise and fall of her chest. She really does look like a fucking angel with her hair fanned out around her.

“Watching Rory sleep?” Shrapnel always the wiseass.

“No, he means like with her. And maybe it's not a bad idea to talk about it.” Diesel shrugs.

I nod. “Have to admit, I'm feeling a little bit behind the curve, and I wanna know where we're going with this because I don’t want to step on anyone’s fucking toes without knowing. If either of you are feeling like you want to stake a claim, tell me now before it causes a problem.”

Shrapnel shakes his head. “I like her. It’s fucked up that she’s so fucking far out of our league, though. If she really was a stewardess, life would be a hell of a lot easier.”

“No fucking kidding. But she’s a grown woman, and she seems cool with all of us. We’re no strangers to sharing so… is there even a problem?” Diesel looks between us.

“Good.” I push a strand of hair out of her face and she sighs, settling down into an even deeper sleep. “If she wants to choose, that’s up to her, but for now we’re all free to play.”

A girl like her? Eventually she’ll realize that she’s slumming it here even if she’s having fun, but I’m not a pure enough gentleman to pass on the opportunity to have that fun while it lasts. She’s an intriguing combination of innocent, curious, and fearless.

“I say we roll with it. If it turns into more, we deal with it,” Shrapnel adds. “Agreed?”

“Agreed.” I nod while I wonder what something more would look like.