Page 36 of Wrath’s Nightingale

“Girl, have you still not popped that cherry?”

“No, I didn’t want to try it with any of the guys I’ve dated. I want to with Wrath. Honestly, I can’t think of much I’d say no to when it comes to my man.”

“Driver, we have an unplanned stop,” Nay says, standing up and walking to the front.

The next thing I know. we’re pulling into the parking lot of an adult toy store. Havoc and Mayhem are escorting us, riding their sleds. They pull up beside the bus with grins on their faces.

“Hey, I think we should text the Prez and give him a big thank you for today’s assignment,” Havoc says as we exit the bus.

Nay leads the way into the shop. Willow slides up next to me.

“I don’t know if I should cheer you on or put my hands over my ears since we’re talking about my brother.”

Chapter 22

Wrath

God, it’s beautiful out here. This would be an excellent area to have a vacation home in. I’ll talk to Millie, then my brothers, about buying a place in the area. Somewhere between Sevierville and Cherokee.

Someplace we can have horses and a motocross track. The guys and I plan on hitting the track near the treehouses if we have time before my date tonight.

I’m planning on taking Millie on a ride on the wheel at sunset, then off to a nice dinner before I bring her back to our cabin and fuck her until neither one of us can walk.

The day is beautiful. It’s in the low seventies. The sun is shining with only a few scattered clouds.

I catch movement from the corner of my left eye. I glance at my mirror and see Saber moving closer. I pull over toward the edge of the lane to give him room. We can both fit in one lane.

He gets parallel with me and shoots me a grin before shooting off. I laugh and open the throttle. The traffic is sparse, so a bit of speeding is in order. We essentially play leapfrog the next few miles with one the brothers racing around the rest of us to take the lead.

We end our big circle at Cherokee. Decker pulls into a place called Rider’s.

There are more than a dozen sleds already in the parking lot. We passed a few along the road today, but it’s still early. A month from now motorcycles will be everywhere. I back my sled into a spot alongside my brothers.

We head inside. There’s a stand when we go in. A young woman dressed in a denim skirt and a t-shirt with the bar’s logo on it is behind it.

“How many?”

“Nine.”

She nods and gathers up a stack of menus and wrapped silverware.

“Right this way.”

We follow her through the dining area toward the back of the room. When she gets there, she frowns.

“I’m sorry. Give me just a minute. I thought these tables were together.”

“We can take care of that,” I say.

“It’s no problem. I can get a couple of the servers to help.”

“We’ve got it,” Gambit says.

She steps aside and we make quick work of the tables. She smiles and hands us the menus and silverware before leaving. Shortly after, a few men in cuts come to our table. The men look to be Native American, their long dark hair worn down or in braids. I scan their cuts. One says Thunder. Above his name, the president tag.

A second reads Hawk and VP. The third is Bull, Enforcer.

Thunder offers a friendly smile.

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