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Mac tried to focus on the rumble of the bike beneath him as he headed to the clubhouse.He'd spent hours trying to relax and keep his mind off the hot woman next door and the sexy underwear that had been delivered to him by accident.No.He hadn't seen the underwear, but that only made what he imagined worse.He could think up anything he wanted and there was nothing to tell him he was wrong.He almost wished he'd taken a peek, at least then he'd know what to picture her in.
Trying to keep himself from going next door, knocking and kissing the shit out of her.And probably landing himself with assault charges in the process, or at the very least a black eye, he'd decided tonight wasn't the night to stay home.Instead, he went to the clubhouse.Maybe there was something going on there to distract him.Hell, maybe Linda or Double D would be up for a quick tumble.
He rode through town, wondering what the woman next door did.He'd never asked her name, but the label on the package had read Elyse Porter.Somehow, Elyse seemed to fit her.A little old fashioned, but a little exotic too.Mac gave his head a slight shake and turnedhis attention back to the road.He had to be careful this time of night or he'd end up as a hood ornament for some idiot in an Audi.He rolled his shoulders and took the last turn before rollingto a stop in the yard of the clubhouse.He walked his bike backward into line with the others and went inside.
Mac stood for a moment a few steps inside the room, scanning to see who was there and what was going on.
"What can I get for you?"a soft voice drew his attention.He glanced over at Jailbait and blinked before shaking his head.
"Give me a bottle of Jack and a couple glasses."He didn't know if he was going to share or not yet, but he'd be ready if someone wanted to join him.Besides, two glasses made him look like a little less of a lush.
"No problem.You going to sit down here, or you want it up in your room?"She smiled back without any judgement on the face that made her look way younger than she was.
"I'll sit down here."
"No problem.Take a seat and I'll bring it out as soon as I have everything ready."She spun on her heel and walked away, leaving Mac to wonder what you had to get ready for a bottle of whiskey and a pair of glasses.He shook his head, went to an empty table and pulled out a chair.
"Thought you were going to take a night off?"
The voice made him look up before he could sit.Tuck, the club president stood on the other side of the table, watching him.
"I planned to, but something came up.I decided to come see what was going on here."Mac eased himself into his seat.All day on his feet made them ache and he wanted to get off them.He'd spent years as a mechanic, but it seemed the years were catching up with him.Every year he seemed to ache a little more.Barked knuckles and bangs and bruises he could ignore.He'd had plenty of practice, but his hands had started to throb in the last few years, and over the last few months he'd noticed he had a hard time turning bolts that he was convinced he never would have had trouble with before.He didn't know what was wrong, but he suspected years of turning a wrench were starting to catch up with him.
"Want to talk about it?"Tuck pulled out a chair and sat across the table.The silver half-dollar he kept in his kutte pocket appeared and flashed across the backs of his knuckles.
A vision of his neighbor blinked in Mac's mind and he shook his head.How did he tell his president he couldn't sit at home because the temptation to go next door and kiss the shit out of his neighbor, or worse, keep his mouth plastered over hers so she couldn't protest as he hauled her to bed.He shook his head again.No, it was best if he didn't share that.
"I'll take that as a no.Want a little distraction?"
"What do you have in mind?"Tuck was closest guy to Mac's age in the Souls.At one point they'd been the youngest together.It had left them with a relationship a little different than what most of the Souls had with their president.Now, they weren't the oldest in the club, they still had several brothers who were older.Who might be called founders if they went that far, but with a club like theirs, they didn't point them out.
"I don't know.We could find a game or a match to watch."He tilted his head toward several TVs mounted to the walls in one corner of the large room."Or we could get Linda to dance for us."Tuck shot a pointed look at the whore who spent most of her time hanging around the clubhouse looking for someone to buy her a drink or give her enough cash to find a high.
Mac took one glance in her direction and all he could think of was how she wasn't Elyse and didn't even begin to compare.Without saying why, he looked back to Tuck and shook his head.
"We could play a game if you want."
"What you have in mind?"
Tuck glanced around the room.There were a few other brothers, but they were clustered together in groups of two or three, or paired off with a woman, whether a whore or one they considered their own, and absorbed in them."Gin, cribbage, anything but go fish."
Despite his mood, Mac chuckled.Somehow Tuck usually managed to pull him from whatever funk he'd sunk into, and usually with only a few words.
"I'm in.Whatever you want.But go fish would be fun."
Jailbait appeared beside the table, setting a bottle and two glasses in the middle."Here you are.Can I get you anything else?"
"How about a deck of cards?"Tuck asked.
"No problem."She spun away before Mac could say anything more.
"You planning on someone else?"Tuck gave the pair of glasses a pointed look.
"No."He didn't bother to explain.Could he come up with an answer that didn't sound stupid?He wasn't sure and he wasn't going to try.Instead, he picked up the bottle, opened it and cocked one brow at his president in silent question.
"Sure, why not?"
Mac poured a couple fingers of Jack into one glass then a little more than that in the second.He set the bottle on the table and picked up the fuller glass and took a sip.When he glanced up at Tuck, he found the other man watching him with both brows raise, as if asking what was up.Mac ignored it and took another drink.There was no way he was telling his friend that the hot young thing next door had him at the edge of his control, and all she'd done was answer the door and be nice.
