Page 27 of The MC's Surprise
When I stepped up to her, Sierra’s gaze dragged down my sweat covered body automatically. When her eyes came back up, I raised an eyebrow, a grin on my face. She blushed scarlet, practically throwing the water at me in her embarrassment.
“I, uh–” Her eyes flicked to my chest and away again, making my smile grow wider every time she did it. I took my shirt off at one point, since I was sweaty and gross anyway. The weather was nice enough that we could get away with it. Most of the guys did, but Sierra’s attention was locked on me, as much as she tried to hide it. “I talked to Kennedy. She’s going to ask her boss to make a series, following us to each event to promote a sense of community. She, uh, she thinks her boss will go for it.”
“Sounds good to me. You alright? You’re looking a little flushed.”
“I’m fine,” she replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Just a little hot. We’ve been out in the sun all day.”
She was trying to play it off, but when I tipped my head to catch her eye line, the flush only got worse. A wicked grin crossed my face. It felt good, getting her all flustered like that. I’d admit, my flirting was a little rusty. Charlotte only responded to my flirting on occasion, just enough to keep me hooked on her. Sierra wasn’t that kind of girl, though. She was fun, and if I started playing with her, she was going to play back.
“You should’ve joined in. Maybe helped the guys who were washing the dogs? I don’t think anyone would’ve complained about seeing you all wet.”
Less subtle than I had hoped for, but it got the results I was after. She looked like she was fighting off a smile, her eyes finally meeting mine as she lifted her eyebrows slowly.
“Oh really? And how, exactly, would that have helped with our event?”
“Would’ve improved my day,” I winked.
Unlike all my interactions with Charlotte, Sierra wasn’t the type of woman to make me question if I was overstepping. I didn’t have to play a guessing game on if she was interested or not. She flirted back, her eyes dancing as she teased me. I had to pump the breaks a little, because I felt almost desperate for her attention. It’d been a long time since a woman I was interested in showed any interest back. And I remembered how it felt to be with her. I wouldn’t mind a repeat.
Jacob, the head of the animal shelter, interrupted us before I could make any progress, his smile wide as he shook the hands of everyone in the near vicinity. “You have no idea how much I appreciate this. We did a lot better than I expected. With the donations and the adoptions, we might actually be able to afford to expand. There’s never enough room, even in a small town where you’d think the stray population would be really low. This event will go a long way to getting animals off the streets and into happy homes.” He turned to Sierra, shaking her hand enthusiastically again. “Really. Thank you. Thank you.”
Sierra’s smile was kind, and she laughed when Jacob shook her hand for a little too long. “Like I said when I called, this benefited the both of us. I want the town to see the crew as they are, instead of seeing them as a bunch of thugs. You helped with that. So thank you for working with us. Not everyone was willing to get involved with a motorcycle club.”
“Well, I loved working with all of them. If you want to do more events, please let me know.”
He walked away, still smiling, talking to himself under his breath about what upgrades he needed and how much he’d have to save for a full expansion. Prez leaned into my side, whispering, “Check the coffers. See what kind of donation we can make.”
I nodded. That part we were good at, and we purposely put a portion of the club coffers into a charity account.
Circus jogged up to us, waggling his phone, before I could pick up the flirting again. I liked how Sierra responded and the flush in her cheeks, and I wanted more. Couldn’t do shit when we kept getting interrupted, though.
“We’ve already got a thousand followers and counting. The internet can’t decide between thinking we’re hot or adorable for playing with pups. Might need to make a couple of thirst traps, see if we can sway ‘em a little.”
Sierra rolled her eyes with a smile. “Is that really how you want to get attention? Selling sex?”
Circus’s grin said he loved the idea. Prez pointed his finger at him before he could get ahead of himself.
“No. We’re trying to show we’re good for the community. This town has too many conservatives. Just riding bikes is bad enough to them. Don’t make it worse.”
He pouted, but didn’t argue. “Alright, alright. What about on my account, then? It’s personal, and I can attach a link to the webpage Wraith is putting together. Come on, Prez. Think of the views.”
I didn’t see anything wrong with that, it was his personal page after all, but Prez was more hesitant. To take some pressure of him, I stepped in.
“Show me what you’re thinking first. If it looks bad for the crew, I’ll let you know. And we should check in with Mel, too. She’s good with all that social media voodoo. She can tell us if we’ve gone too far.”
He nodded quickly, his eyes snapping to Sierra when she suggested, “Tell her to look up something called Booktok. Videos like that would be really popular there.”
“Alright, yeah! I’ll talk to her when we get back. You’re joining us at the clubhouse, right? We’re celebrating with a party.”
That went without saying. Our crew would take any excuse to throw a party. As long as we were keeping it at the clubhouse, Prez figured it’d be fine. We were far enough away from the community that we never got any noise complaints, and no one had to drive to get home, since we made them sleep it off before they left. Besides, I wanted to spend more time with Sierra, so I wasn’t going to argue.
“Uh, sure? For a little while, at least. Aren’t you guys supposed to be lying low, though?” she asked, a wry smile on her face.
“We don’t get too crazy,” I reassured her. “Drinks, music.” Sex. I left that part out. There was a reason the guys liked to have parties at the house. Rooms right upstairs made hookups easy. “Do you need a ride?”
I wanted her on the back of my bike, but not until the baby was born. While it technically wasn’t illegal, I didn’t trust it. For our crew, it was rarely the biker who caused an accident. Clueless drivers who didn't know to look out for us were usually the cause for the crashes. I didn’t trust them with Sierra and the baby. She could ride back with Mel, who had plenty of room in her car, or with Maggie, who drove like the picture perfect citizen. Any of the old ladies would be happy to help.
“Nope. I’m good. I borrowed my dad’s truck again.” She chewed on her lip, brow furrowed. “I’m going to need to find something else soon. If the weather turns, he won’t be able to ride his bike into work.”
