Page 127 of Blade

I opted for the one that would blend in more.

“Baby, Rachel’s here,” Micah called from downstairs.

“Be right down.”

He was going to have a love/hate relationship with my outfit tonight. He would love seeing me in it, but hate that other men would, too. It was pretty tame by biker standards, though.

I looked in the mirror one more time. My skinny jeans molded over my ass, my black boots laced up to my knees, and my red corset top pushed the girls up just enough to show them off. I grabbed my black leather jacket and slid it over my shoulders as I jogged down the stairs.

“Damn, girl, you look hot.”

“Shh, Rach, don’t make a big deal. He hasn’t seen me yet and—”

“Fuck no!”

Damn it.

“Hey, baby,” I purred, sidling up to Micah.

“No, go back upstairs and change. You aren’t wearing that out anywhere that I’m not with you,” he complained, pointing up the stairs to where our bedroom was.

“Blade, please, she has her cut on. No one is even going to look at her.”

Rachel knew she was full of shit. She made a valiant effort. The look on his face let her know he also knew she was full of shit.

“Micah, baby, this is what I’m wearing. We have been over this enough this week. You don’t get to choose what I wear, where I go or who I talk to because you trust me one hundred percent. Just like I trust you when you’re at the clubhouse without me.”

I leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I gave up ten years of my life when I thought you were dead. Why would I give up more when I have you back?”

And in three… two… one.

He growled.

So predictable.

He knew I was right.

“I love you, and I will see you later.” With a peck on his lips, I turned to walk out the door with Rachel.

Micah grabbed my wrist, pulling me back to him. Grabbing my chin, he kissed me, hard. Reminding me just what was waiting for me when I got home tonight.

One of the best things about living in a small town was that it never took long to get where I needed to go. The Diamond Queen bar was loud when we walked in. We clocked Lily and Samantha sitting at the bar. Lily wasn’t twenty-one yet, but the bar let in anyone over eighteen. She just couldn’t drink here like she did at the clubhouse.

“Hey, girls,” I greeted them both as I slid up onto an empty stool. The girls had secured the spots on the corner of the bar so we could still talk to each other in between orders Grace had to fill.

I took off my jacket and hung it on the back of my chair, thankful these stools had chair backs.

“Damn. Does Blade know you left the house like that?” Lily asked.

I chuckled in response.

“He does. We discussed it before I left,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“So, you and Blade are together now?” Grace asked, dropping a martini in front of me. She remembered what I had at the clubhouse.

“We are,” I confirmed, smiling, as I took a sip of my drink.

“I heard you were on the back of King’s bike the other day,” she remarked, with her eyebrow raised like she caught me doing something wrong.

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