He raises a brow.
“Please, we both know that the only man I’ll ever marry is you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think Meek would be a fantastic partner for someone else,” Maggie says.
“Thank you, but that’s not exactly my thing. Sharing a life with someone and all,” Meek says, nodding toward her as he walks away.
Ridge comes up behind me and places his hands on my shoulders. When he starts to rub them, I can’t help but sigh as I sink into his touch.
“You’re a little tight,” he murmurs for only me to hear.
“In more ways than one,” I quip.
His hands falter for a second.
I tip my head back and watch as he lowers his head.
“If you’re going to say things like that, we need to get out of here,” he says against my lips.
“Soon.”
“Very soon.”
He leans in and actually gives me a kiss. His lips are warm against mine, and I can’t help but try to deepen the kiss. Eversince the first time our lips touched, I’ve wanted more. I can’t get enough of him and what he does to me.
A throat clears, pulling us apart.
“You know there is a bedroom down the hall if you need it,” Aspen teases.
Without looking away from my man, I say, “Maybe we do.”
Ridge
“A group of veterans are wanting to start their own club in the area. I talked to them this week, and I think it went well. They don’t want any territory or anything like that. They just want to ride with their buddies and do the BACA thing,” Panther says, referring to the Bikers Against Child Abuse organization.
“Nothing wrong with that,” I murmur.
Panther nods. “I told them if a case is ever bad enough, we would be willing to step in and have in the past.”
“They know the score, though? That if they encroach, we will have issues,” Eagle asks.
“Yes, they understood,” Panther confirms. “They want nothing to do with that. More like a hobby bike group. Kind of like the one we pretend to be.”
Eagle nods.
“Next discussion I have on the table is our trip to Canada.” Panther turns toward me. “What do you have?”
Taking a deep breath, I lean back in my seat. “I think we should head that way the third week of July. There isn’t a lot onthe way up there, but we will have to go through Minneapolis in Minnesota. I figured the ladies might like a pit stop at the Mall of America,” I say, referring to the biggest mall in the country. “I haven’t picked an exact location in Ontario. I figured we could move around, but on the way back, if we play our cards right, we could go a little out of the way and hit up Sturgis,” I say, referring to one of the biggest biker rallies there is.
“Fuck yes. I love Sturgis,” Falcon says, making everyone laugh.
Of course he does. Sturgis is wild, and you can see and do all sorts of shit. In all honesty, it’s kind of a nightmare because of how many different personalities there are. Usually, though, everyone knows the score and truces are drawn. Everyone is just there to have a good time.
“That would be fun,” Panther muses.
“Do you have a route in mind?” Eagle asks.
“It depends. We have two options. When we reach North Platte in Nebraska, we could cut north, or we could continue straight across and go to Des Moines, Iowa, and cut north there.”
“Which route is faster?” Talon asks.