“No conversation needed, brother; everyone has seen my shlong, so we know I will win any day,” Savage calls back.
People laugh, and I look toward the kids and see that they are too far away to hear anything these men are talking about.
“No more dick talk around my girl.” Logan points to Savage, who winks at him. “Come on, I want you to meet Pres.” I nod to him, and say bye to the group, before Logan is walking me across the yard.
We dodge kids running around, and a clown, who is making them balloon motorcycles, which is pretty freaking cool. There is a hippy-looking woman doing face painting, which brings up a memory of going on vacation with Aunt Cass and Grady.
“Pres.”
“Crash.” He turns his gaze to me. “It is nice to see you not scrapping.” He looks at me with dark grey, intense eyes that I feel could suck my soul right out of my body.
These people mean a lot to Logan, so I need to be strong to be at his side, to be seen like I can handle this life. Well, that is what the MC book authors say, anyway. I may be a little green when it comes to dating bikers, but I will do what I can to make sure I don’t embarrass him, or me.
“It is nice not to be scrapping. I hate fighting, but she came at me. I am not going to stand by and let her.”
He nods, and I swear I see pride in his eyes.
“It is good to know that Crash’s woman isn’t a pushover and can stand up for herself. Can I assume that you and the ex, have not spoken since the race?”
My back stiffens at his question, and Logan’s hand tightens on my hip, showing that he is not impressed with the question.
“Pres.” A warning tone in my man’s voice gains a look from the man.
I touch his stomach, leaning my body into his a little more.
Racer is an intimidating force and scares the hell out of me. Add in the fact that I freaking hate confrontation, but I will not stand by and be questioned.
“It is okay, babe,” I soothe him. “I have not seen or heard from Valarie or her crew since the race, after she informed me that she was fucking Crash. She is a lying, conniving bitch, and takes pride in hurting people for money. I am here with Crash, because he wanted me to meet his family, so I would like to do that and not be given the third degree.”
I hold my breath once I finish, as Racer’s face gives nothing away.
Zilch. Nada. Nothing.
Logan inches closer to me, while he stares at Racer. Fudge, I do not want to cause any trouble here. Damn it. I have pissed off his president by opening my big mouth. I have embarrassed Logan, which was the one thing I did not want to do.
I fidget on the spot, my teeth nibbling at my bottom lip as we wait.
“She told you, Pres. Leave the girl alone,” Target calls from behind us.
Everyone around us howls in laughter, and Racer’s lips twitch, before he looks at Logan.
“I have no idea why you fuckers want to be locked to one pussy for the rest of your lives, but that is your choice.” Logan softens next to me. “But you keep finding good ones.”
“Thank you, Racer,” Madalyn calls out.
He winks in her direction, before bringing his gaze back to me.
“I hear you,” is all he says, before he walks off.
I let out a breath, my lungs aching from not enough oxygen.
“Oh, my god. That guy is scary.” A giggle slips free.
“You are fucking amazing, you know that?” Logan pulls me to him, and in a flash, I am thrown over his shoulder with a slap to my butt.
“Get it, brother.”
I lift my head, using his hips as leverage and see his brothers whistling and cheering. Everyone looks so freaking happy, and I like that Logan has this, especially after the childhood he had.