Page 8 of Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

Chapter 4

Tango

(4 months, 5 days ago)

Ipicked Amy up and spun her around in a circle causing her cap to go flying as Whiskey chased after it while Fox laughed at the spectacle. “So proud of you, Amy!” I told her as I squeezed her hard. She had gone back to school after spending the summer at the clubhouse, but had continued to come down on weekends to visit. When she didn’t come down Whiskey and Fox usually went to her, unless we had a work obligation. I had opened Liquid Lines in September, and my busiest days were on the weekends so I never did find the time to get away to go see her during the times when she couldn’t come to the clubhouse.

Everything was about to change with her graduation though. The girls had convinced Janice to stay on until Amy could graduate, and now that she was taking Janice’s place as hairdresser to the girls that danced at Ruby’s, Amy was coming to live with us at the clubhouse until she could get her own place in town. I assumed the guys would end up spending more time with Amy once she did move into her own place, but that was still up in the air until it actually happened. I didn’t really care so long as all my friends were happy.

I put Amy down, transferring her to Fox who had been impatiently waiting for me to have my way with her in order to get his hands on her. Amy seemed a bit put off by the fact that I only kissed her forehead as I did so, but I was trying not to give her the wrong idea. I’d been getting certain vibes from her lately. Granted, I had been out of practice in regards to women for quite some time, but now even I couldn’t deny that there was something in her eyes every time she looked at me. I’d been trying to put a little distance between us since I’d started noticing, but it didn’t seem to be working.

Fox gave me a bit of a squirrely look too as he pulled her into his arms and swung her around before dipping her and planting a heated kiss on her lips right there for everyone to see. There were people openly gawking now, considering she’d just been manhandled by two bikers with a third approaching who definitely had lusty eyes roving over her graduation gown clad body.

“My turn!” Whiskey called out as he snatched a giggling Amy from Fox’s arms and planted a not-safe-for-public-consumption style kiss on her lips as well. To say some of the families in attendance were scandalized would be an understatement.

“We better get out of here, guys. Looks like we’re attracting the wrong kinds of attention,” I nodded to the campus cops that were meandering in our general direction. Honestly, they appeared to be taking their time about it while stopping to cajole people who were making complaints instead of letting them get to us in a timely manner. We all four turned and headed to the van we had borrowed from the club for the day. We had loaded all of Amy’s things in it earlier, before the ceremony, so that we could hit the road immediately after.

“We have something special planned when we get home,” Fox told her when she inquired as to why we weren’t heading out to dinner first before heading back. The club was putting on a hell of party in Amy’s honor. It was going to be a graduation-slash-new employee-slash-welcome to the family type thing. Neither Whiskey or Fox had claimed her yet, but everyone figured it was coming soon.

When we got there the lights were already low, the music turned up, and it was clear the vast majority of our brothers and their women had started the party without us. That was just fine by me. I wanted to celebrate with the guys and Amy, but I was also dog-ass tired from trying to put my tattoo studio together the way I wanted it. I had the club’s backing on it, but Iceman was gracious enough to let me take control and run with my ideas. Being the man I am, a perfectionist at heart, I take everything seriously and end up doing most of the work myself.

Amy was whisked away to the bar immediately by Whiskey and Fox to get her caught up on the celebration. I just stood there waiting to see where the night would lead.

“How come you’re not over there getting your girl trashed too?” I turned to see the club VP, Rage, eyeing me quizzically.

I tipped my head in the direction of the threesome currently laughing about something while doing shots. “Her boys have her handled.” Rage’s brow tips again in question, but I simply shrug my shoulders. What was I going to say? I just join them once in a while when they’ve pestered me to the point where I just need to shut them the hell up. Amy is a friend, but she is definitely not my girl. I haven’t needed a steady girl in my life since Camilla fucked me over. I sure as fuck wasn’t going to make the first one I try commitment with be a woman who I have to share with my two best friends.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to explain myself, or the awkward situation my buddies kept putting me in, any further because Charlie, Rage’s old lady, wandered up and stole his attention away from me with a heated kiss that caused a few hackles to raise amongst the BRATs of the clubhouse who had wanted the man long before Charlie showed up and started having them ousted one by one as they gave her trouble. I admired her for that. The woman didn’t put up with a hell of a lot from anyone, least of all our scary ass VP that most wouldn’t stand toe to toe with when good money was on the line.

“Hey there Tango,” she finally acknowledged me after reluctantly pulling away from her man’s mouth.

I grinned at her. “Don’t let me interrupt your hello, Charlie.”

She laughed at me before turning her attention to the bar as well. “Shouldn’t you be over there getting in on that action too?” I glanced to the bar to see that both Whiskey and Fox had Amy sandwiched between them, each devouring a different part of her with their mouths. Whiskey was sucking on her neck and sure as fuck looked like the only thing hiding her nipple from the room was Fox’s mouth at that moment. I crinkled my nose in disgust before I remembered I was in public and then took in the puzzled expressions both Charlie and Rage were giving me.

“Nope, that’s their scene,” I stated.

“Oh, I thought…” Charlie’s voice trailed off as Rage pulled her in a bit tighter to his body and whispered something in her ear.

“I’m gonna head on over,” I pointed in the direction of the pool tables while the couple just offered me a placating smile. Who knew what they were thinking. Probably thought there was some jealous bullshit going down, but honestly, I was just getting frustrated with always being associated with that crap. To each there own. I loved my friends, and supported their choices. Their choices just didn’t happen to fall in line with what I would pick for myself if I were in a place to be looking for anything more from anyone.

Rabbit had a woman bent over backwards on the pool table and was basically dry humping her there when he shot me an evil grin. “You wanna play too?”

“Yeah, pool, mother fucker, how ‘bout you move her ass so I can get to it?” I knew I sounded grumpy, but I’d gone from being happy for Amy and her graduation to just being tired as fuck of having that whole scenario shoved off on me like I wanted it.

“Get on out of here,” Rabbit told the woman as he pulled her lithe frame off the furniture and smacked her ass to send her on her way.

“Rabbit,” she whined and he immediately bristled.

“Club business, now get gone!” He commanded her, and this time without the playfulness he showed the first time. She snapped to attention that time, leaving us to it as Rabbit grabbed the balls and started racking them. “So what’s eating you?”

I just shrugged my shoulders.

“Have anything to do with the show your boys are putting on over there?”

I laughed, not even having to look behind me to see that things are probably getting a bit out of control, and knowing Amy will probably have regrets about all the public displays tomorrow. “Not in the way you might think.”

Rabbit’s smirk faded. “Not into sharing, huh?”

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