Page 97 of Panther's Magpie
Weird.
I wonder if something happened.
We pull to a stop right in front of the clubhouse, and Calloway shuts off his bike. I get off and take off the helmet.
“What’s going on?” I ask as I look at the building that has music pouring out its doors.
“We’re having a small party.”
I raise my brow. “I thought you guys don’t do that anymore here.”
Calloway shrugs. “We don’t. Not really, at least. That’s why we bought the bar, but with it closed right now, we decided to open the doors again.”
“Oh, so this is temporary?”
“Yeah, as soon as the bar opens back up, everyone will go back there, but until then, we will all be hanging out here. Theboys need an outlet, and if we don’t give them one, shit’s bound to hit the fan.”
“An outlet, huh?” I tease.
Calloway groans as he pulls me into him.
“Yeah, an outlet, kind of like the one you just had,” he teases as he nips my ear.
“Outlets are good,” I say breathlessly.
“You two going to fuck out here or are you going to come in and join us?” someone hollers, making everyone laugh.
Calloway glares daggers into the dark toward where the voice came from.
“On second thought, maybe they don’t deserve to let loose.”
I slap his chest lightly. “Please, we both know they’ve more than earned it. Especially with all the tension right now going on with Aspen and me. The boys need a little light where everything right now is dark. If getting drunk and hooking up is their way, then let them have it.”
His hand moves to the back of my neck, and he pulls me in for a kiss.
“You get it,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I do. Now come on. I want to see what this kind of party looks like.” I step back and toward the clubhouse.
“Hold on, let’s wrap my jacket around you so no one sees what’s mine,” he says, making me blush.
He grabs a hoodie from his saddlebag and wraps it around my waist with the arms tied over my hip so nothing shows. It’s so fucking sweet how he takes care of me.
Calloway’s hand finds mine as we walk up the steps. When we step inside, I can’t help but shake my head.
This. This is what this place is supposed to look like. Guys are spread out across the room. Some are at the bar, while others are at the pool tables. There are even a couple of guys playing dartswhile some hang out at tables. There are a couple of women I’ve never seen either thrown into the mix.
For the first time since I showed up here months ago, this place is alive.
I understand why they bought the bar, but the clubhouse is meant to look like this.
I wonder if there is a way to have it both ways. Make this place a hangout, but keep the bar for the really wild nights.
Not your place to figure it out, a little voice in the back of my mind reminds me.
“Let’s get you changed.”
I nod, and we head down the hall toward the room I claimed. After changing and a quick bathroom break, we join everyone.
