Page 19 of Bikers & Bars

“It’s not about me,” she finally sang out when no one took the hint.

“No more serious talk,” I groaned. “I’ll have my fill of it tomorrow when I see the guys.”

“Well, we can’t go to Neon Nights,” Hazel pointed out. “That’s our usual ‘get shift-faced’ location.”

“Let’s go to the club. My pack will make sure everyone gets home safe,” Sienna said, already pulling out her phone. It rang once before I heard River’s voice on the other end. They were the perfect person to handle this and I already felt the knots in my chest loosening as they hashed out the details. “It’s settled. Let’s go.”

Twenty minutes later, we were walking past the bouncer into the strip club Sienna’s pack ran. She’d worked there before the baby but hadn’t gone back yet.

The music was thumping loud enough it wasn’t easy to talk and that was a fucking win right now. We made our way to the bar where River was waiting, a smirk on their lips.

“So, do we want to get fucked up or do we want it to go slow, ladies?”

“You know mine,” Sienna said with a pout. Thanks to her diabetes she had to be more careful. I, however, did not.

“Fuck me up, River,” I begged them, my eyes pleading. I was completely ignoring the three drinks I’d had before we even got here.

“One Long Island, extra strong, coming up,” they promised with a wink. I watched as they moved behind the bar, making Sienna a lighter drink before sliding my generously liquored-up drink over in a tall glass. I plunked in a straw and took a deep drink, the burn of the liquor exactly what I needed.

A few more sips and the music suddenly wasn’t so loud and I was feeling great. By the time I finished my first and got a second, I was smiling broadly.

“You know what,” I slurred. “Maybe they won’t be that mad.”

Sienna snorted and patted my arm. “Keep telling yourself that, bestie.”

“Ugh,” I groaned. “Can’t they just let me give a few blow jobs and skip the awkward conversations?”

“No chance,” Teagan said before letting out a screech that nearly had me spilling my drink. “It’s open dance. Get your asses up there, bitches!”

“No way am I getting my pack that riled up tonight,” Sienna said. “I’ll be taking the videos.”

She already had her camera at the ready as Teagan pulled us up on the stage. I was wearing sweats but I didn’t care, stripping them off so I was in my boy shorts and a bra.

“Oh god, help us all,” Hazel said, doing the same to reveal a black-lace set with a leather harness over it. She looked sexy as hell.

“I need one of those,” I said, nodding along like it was the best idea I’d ever had.

“Hell, yeah,” Hazel said. “Come on!”

Teagan was down to her red see-through set, not ashamed in the least to go up and shake her ass with us.

The rest of our night was a swirl of dancing, collecting our money, and more alcohol than I should consume. Though, I knew River had watered down the last two. Jerk.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing up there?”

My entire world spun for a moment before I blinked and looked over to see Bane. He was grinning broadly despite the worry lines around his eyes.

“Oh, you’re drunk as hell,” he said, shaking his head as I stumbled and almost fell over. “When you avoid, you avoid hard, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said, nodding in agreement. “Why are you here?” I looked behind him but he waved my unspoken concern off.

“Just me, don’t worry. Sienna sent us a video and I knew the stage,” he smirked. “Just didn’t expect to see you on it. That was hot as hell, by the way.”

“I take it you’re here to take me home?”

“Nope. I’m here to whisk you away, make sure you take some Tylenol and drink a ton of water. We’ll call the others in the morning,” he promised.

“I knew I liked you for a reason,” I said, breathing in deeply so I could wallow in his scent. “Take me away from here, Bane.”

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