Page 499 of Hell Hath No Fury
I stopped bouncing my leg and sighed. “Sorry. I just want to make a good impression.”
“You will. Remember, I only know a couple of the guys, too.”
“It’s a little different.”
He grinned, leaning over to kiss me gently. “You’re gonna be fine. Besides, we’re gonna go in there, say hi, chat a little, then I’m gonna take you up to a room and fuck you, so you won’t have to be surrounded by strangers for very long.”
I shivered. “Yes, please.”
He laughed. “Ready?”
I nodded, and he pulled the truck through the giant iron gates of the body shop lot where the club housed their compound.
After parking the truck, Harm came around to my side and opened my door. I’d quickly learned that I was not allowed to open a door in his presence, or he’d get growly.
Ilovedit.
After lifting me down, he grabbed our backpacks, and then took my hand and led me inside.
“Harm!”
A tall, muscular man with dark hair, a little gray at the temples approached us with a huge smile.
“Hey, brother,” Harm said, then turned to me. “Bryn, this is Jigsaw, he’s the Seattle president.”
I shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too, sweetheart.” He waved his hand around the room. “Make yourselves comfortable. Grab food, drink, weed, whatever. Pitstop’s around here somewhere.” He glanced around the room. “Pitty!”
“Holy shit, Harm!”
A ridiculously pretty man came barreling toward us, grabbing Harm up into a bear hug, lifting him off the ground.
“Hey, Pitstop, how are you?” Harm asked, slapping him on his back.
“I’m great, man.” He put my man down and grinned. “You must be Bryn.”
“I am. It’s nice to meet you.” I put my hand out, but Pitstop shook his head.
“I’m a hugger, gorgeous,” he said, then lifted me off my feet.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Harm said, and Pitstop laughed, setting me down.
Pitstop turned to him and handed him keys. “Had recruits scrub down a room upstairs. Second door on the right. Wichita’s woman stocked it with some girly shit, so hopefully you like it, Bryn.”
“That was thoughtful, thanks. Is she here? I’ll thank her.”
“Nah, she left a few hours ago. She’s got kids. Tonight’s not a night for kids.”
I nodded, inching closer to Harm who wrapped an arm around me.
“How’s the bike?” Harm asked.
“Oh, man, she’s gorgeous. I can’t believe Hatch is givin’ this one to his kid.”
Harm grinned. “Yeah, Flash is handing his off to his brother, so Hatch is surprising him.”
“Man, I wish I’d been born into that family.”
