I meant to take her home. It was getting late, and I wanted to fuck her in bed before the night ended. But two miles from the overlook, a familiar set of headlights popped up in my rearview. The same ones from the run, the ones that had chased me through the mountains outside Madison.
How’d they find me again?
Who the fuck were they?
I didn’t have much time to worry about it because I had Alba on the back of the bike. Getting her to safety was my first priority, but I couldn’t take her home and risk this stalker figuring out where she lived. Likewise, I wouldn’t take her to my place for the same reason. Selene was there alone most of the time.
So I took the long way to the one place I knew was protected twenty-four-seven.
The clubhouse.
Now, it wasn’t one of my date night ideas to take my new whatever this was to meet my entire family, but until I shook this asshole, I didn’t have a better idea, and I didn’t want to scare her.
When we turned into the gate, she tightened her arms around me.
“Where are we?” she asked.
“Tell ya in a minute.” I punched in the code so the first round of metal doors pulled open. The DB11 went by us as the doors closed. Then I drove us to the next gate and punched in a code for the second. And finally, the third gate opened once the one behind us shut.
SRMC had never been one to take security lightly, and Thor would be caught dead before anyone infiltrated our compound.
“Is that KC?” a familiar voice shouted as I parked the bike next to the others.
“Hollywood,” I said. “What the fuck are you doing here on a Friday night?” I took off my helmet and helped Alba off the bike. “Shouldn’t you be out breaking hearts?”
He clutched his chest. “Got too many to break right here at home.” He looked at my girl and widened his eyes, mischief and mayhem flickering behind them. “And who is this?”
“This is Alba.” I wrapped an arm over her shoulder, pulling her in close when she stuck a hand out for Hollywood to shake.
“Nice to meet you,” she said.
“Likewise.” Hollywood’s grin stretched from ear to ear. “How do you two know each other?”
“She’s off-limits,” I said. At the same time, Alba said, “We’re friends.”
Friends?
Friends?
She’d just had my cock down her throat, her voice still scratchy from the way I roughed up her esophagus. “Friends” was the least of what we were.
“Well, which is it?” Hollywood said. “Because if you throw her to the wolves not knowing yourself, they’re gonna eat her alive.”
“Not if I eat them first,” Alba said with a wink.
My lips twisted into a smile, and I bit my bottom lip. My girl was fucking sharp. I didn’t have to worry about her holding her own.
Hollywood’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. “What are you doing with KC?”
Alba pushed her glasses up higher, a blush and a grin on her face.
“Never mind.” Hollywood threw his hands up. “They call him KC for a reason, right? Now, tell me. Is it as big as I hear? Everyone else in the club has seen it except for me.”
“Dude, what the fuck?” I shoved at his shoulder and moved around him.
“Bigger,” Alba murmured as we passed.
Hollywood gasped and laughed, trailing after us as I guided Alba toward the open garage door. I loved the clubhouse. It reeked like old beer and sex and cigarettes, but it smelled like home.
“Stop goading him,” I teased, talking over the sound of AC/DC blaring into the night. Switch and Saint huddled around the pool table while Ru, Selene, and Nikki sat at the bar. Thor, Trojan, and Slip were on the couches at the fair end, Slip’s old lady, Scribe, on his lap. Some hang-arounds and club girls milled about, entertaining the New England chapter of SR that had come through town a few days ago. Judging by the hoops and hollers in the far corner, the Madison chapter was showing them a very good time.
All eyes snapped up when we walked in, and not because of my dumb ass. No, they were looking at her. Beautiful, radiant her. All wondering what the fuck she was doing with stupid fucking me.
I hadn’t brought anyone to the clubhouse since Nikki, and short one or two hang-arounds, I hadn’t been rumored to hook up with anyone. Now even Nikki clutched her pregnant belly as she stared at Alba. Selene stood and came closer, raising an eyebrow and holding her arms out wide.
“You must be the infamous Alba,” Selene said. “I’m the sister.”
“Of course,” Alba said. “I could have guessed that.”
“When we were little, no one could tell us apart.” Selene raked her eyes over Alba, judgment mixing with concern. Then they came to me. “Why’d you bring her here?”
“I need to talk to Thor.”
Selene hummed and took another sip of her beer, nodding toward our uncle at the other end. “They’ve been talking shop all fucking night.”
I nodded and squeezed Alba’s hand, leaning in to ask, “Will you be all right for a few minutes?”
She nodded and smiled, and I gave my sister one last warning look before heading toward the MC sergeant and road captain with news of my stalker.