Page 67 of Jag

“Doesn’t seem like ‘us boys’ are the only ones falling quickly. What happened to the ‘We’re going to do what we want, when we want, and enjoy taking off on our bikes whenever the road calls to us,’ speech?”

“Still can. Just means we have a warm woman behind us on the bike and in the bed at night when we stop.”

“Christ, don’t say that shit to Bull and Tank.”

“I might be getting older, Emery, but I haven’t lost any of my brain function.”

“Yeah, it isn’t your brain I’m worried about, Dad. Now, your ability to move around after they get a hold of you—whole different thing.”

“Damn smartass.”

Loud laughter and squeals ended our conversation and had us looking toward the women just in time to watch the bundle of flowers arch and disappear into the middle of the group. When the crowd separated, a grin split my face as Mac held the flowers.

“She’s a tough little thing to have gotten in there and come out the victor. Not bad on the eyes either. You know, tradition would put her as the next bride. Be interesting to see who snags the garter.” I looked at my dad, and he smirked.

“What the hell does one have to do with the other?”

“See, that’s what’s wrong in the world today. Young people don’t give a shit about traditions.”

“Really? I had no clue my dad was a stickler for wedding traditions.” I laughed, and he smacked my stomach with the back of his hand.

“You’ve always been mouthy. I know a lot of stuff. Granted some is useful and some is just taking up space in my head.” We both chuckled, then my dad continued to share his knowledge. The more he talked, the more my grin spread.

When he was done, I let everything he said run through my mind.

“You know, I think I can work with that.”

“I thought you might find it interesting.” My dad winked. “And perfect timing for it, too,” he added with a chin lift. When I followed the direction he pointed toward, I watched the women set a chair down, then wave River over to stand beside it. They proceeded to point where they wanted the men to move.

I pushed off the wall of the clubhouse. “Thanks for the chat, old man,” I said and walked to where the grumbling and complaining group of men gathered.

“I give this party fifteen minutes after the kids are taken home to get out of hand. Two thirds of the brothers are already drunk off their asses,” Flirt moved beside me and said as he waved his hand in front of us to the group of unattached brothers. Most of them swayed on their feet as they grumbled. Though I found it amusing that no one moved from where the women told them to stand.

“It will be good as long as they don’t make any fast moves. We could be untangling them for days,” I said just as Bull grabbed the back of Tank’s shirt as he tilted forward.

“Damn women, I didn’t want any part of this,” Flirt pointed to Carly, Sami, Bailey, and Luna as they stood in front of the group. “Oh, just do it. He’s your brother. It’s his and River’s day. That was Carly’s speech, then Sami’s and Luna’s eyes watered up because who the fuck knows why. And Bailey, she just points where I need to go. So yeah, here I am with these drunk bastards.”

“Yeah, and bitching like a woman,” Ghost walked up and smacked Flirt on the back, and I chuckled when Flirt flipped him off.

“Fuck you, Ghost. You’re only saying that because I didn’t hear them harassing you or the others into this. A matter of fact, your asses scattered when the women started arranging everyone.”

“Hey, it’s for unattached brothers, which we are not. But I’m not ashamed to admit that you are goddamn straight we got the hell away. And I plan to keep away from the women in case they change their minds. Devil mentioned that he, Crusher, Speed, and I needed to restock the bar and coolers before the after-the-kids-hour party gets started.” Ghost chuckled and started toward the clubhouse. Where I would guarantee the others were already hiding.

“Sad day when bikers hide from a group of women!” I yelled, and Ghost waved his hand over his head, and never missed a step while he yelled over his shoulder.

“Being a biker ain’t got shit to do with it. Getting hot sex later because our women are feeling all romantic and shit—everything.”

Flirt and I laughed. They had us there.

“It still surprises me how well he is doing, Flirt.” I shook my head as we watched Ghost look around, then slip into the back door of the clubhouse.

“Brother, there were days I wondered if my old friend would ever reappear. I knew he was struggling, and it sucked ass not being able to help him. He couldn’t have run into Luna at a better time. Don’t know how much longer he would have lasted if she hadn’t come back into his life.”

“Our brothers are proof of what a good woman can do for you,” I said while I looked around for Mac and found her standing off to the side.

“If you see that, then what the fuck are you waiting for, Coast? You’ve never held back when you wanted something. Not getting why you’re doing it now. Especially if you can have what the others have found.”

The whistles and catcalls had Flirt and I facing toward the front of the crowd where River sat in the chair and Jag knelt in front of her. The sounds resulted because her dress slid halfway up her thigh when Jag lifted one of her legs and rested her foot on his shoulder.

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