Page 37 of Exile & Lula
“Your family is full of bikers who’ve dated and settled down.”
“Eventually, yeah,” Lula said, smiling wider. “But you don’t really think Pax was a virgin when he met Bebe, do you?”
Offering her a grin, I shrugged. “Plenty of bikers have girlfriends and date. Rowdy said Tricky dated your clubmate, Cher.”
“Plenty of bikers date, but not you.”
I considered my past with women before answering, “Like you, I wasn’t interested in dating or settling down. Also, like you, I’ve made an exception.”
Lula leaned back in the booth and studied me. “Let’s just get something out of the way now. I’m on hormonal birth control. I have a clean bill of health. I bring zero creepy crawlers to the bedroom. Now, it’s your turn to assure me that I won’t be scratching my crotch after I rub it against yours.”
Chuckling, I nodded. “My sister made me promise I’d keep my dick wrapped up during any fun with the club girls. She also insisted I get regularly checked. Nova worried she’d catch something using the bathroom after me. She’s still reluctant to use it after my club brothers visit the house. She doesn’t mind York since she thinks he’s a nerd. But she fumigates after Zodiac.”
As Lula laughed at my words, I considered my club president spending last night with Nova and the girls. I bet he loved the breakfast she cooked for him in the morning. As much as I appreciated Zodiac’s protective nature toward Nova, I worried about them being together for too long.
Smiling softly, Lula threatened, “I should warn you that if you turn out to be lying about your cleanliness, my dad will sneak up behind you and break your legs with his trusty bat.”
“Fair enough.”
Lula offered me an inviting smile and scooted closer. “You and Nova sound like two peas in a pod.”
“Wouldn’t be able to share a house if we didn’t get along.”
“Well, it’s possible you rarely go home.”
Smiling at how Lula loved to argue the opposing point, even when she was winning, I replied, “I’m out a lot, sure, but I’m helping her raise her girls, too.”
“Do you like kids?” Lula asked as her gaze warmed.
“No, but I like hers.”
Grinning again, Lula admitted, “I was never interested in kids until I had one.”
“But you think you’re done,” I said, suddenly curious about what kind of life I might build with Lula.
“I suspect maybe what I wanted a week ago isn’t what I’ll want a week from now,” Lula said and waved the waiter over to request the check. “You were a name in a file a week ago. Now, you’re something far more.”
Lula brushed off my attempt to pay. When I frowned at her bossiness, she only laughed.
“You can repay me in bed,” she murmured after signing the bill.
“I was planning to bring my A-game even if you hadn’t bought me lunch.”
Sliding out of the booth, Lula smirked at my arrogance. “I should warn you that I’m accustomed to a certain level of pleasure.”
I followed her out of the restaurant to the SUV before muttering, “Was your ex that good?”
“No, but my vibrator is.”
Her words made my hard dick feel too big for my damn jeans. The way she smiled at me wasn’t helping, either.
During the drive back to her house, she pointed out places and people of value to her. My heart hurt a little at how much she loved this city. No way would she ditch Little Memphis to chase my ass back to Baton Rouge.
Considering how I might not be able to keep Lula, I found myself in a sullen mood by the time we arrived at her place. As we entered, I noticed how Lula didn’t limp when we were in public. Yet, as soon as we got to her house, she quit putting on a show of strength and flinched with every step.
As she removed her shoes and let Xena outside, I heard someone blaring music nearby. Lula rolled her eyes, walked to the window facing her parents’ house, and opened it wide.
“Shay likes to play Journey when she’s gardening. Occasionally, Pax will get a bug up his butt and decide to drown out her ‘chick tunes’ with his preferred music. Today, he’s chosen Metallica to aid in his harassment.”
