“You’re not supposed to make sense of all of my ramblings,” I laughed. He had shot down all of the worries I had. Every last one of them.

  “Yeah, I am, babe. Now, if you were wanting me to be one of your blue aliens, then we might be coming to the end of the road.”

  “Stop,” I laughed. “I’m not crazy.”

  A smile spread across his lips. “There’s that smile I was wanting.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips. He rolled us till my back was on the bed, and he was back on top of me. “Now, let’s get back on track.”

  His lips devoured mine, and his hands glided over my body.

  I looped my arms around his neck, and a surprising peace settled over me.

  Life was whatever you made it, and if Aero was going to make mine feel like a romance book, then who was I to argue with that, right?

  *

  Chapter Ten

  Aero

  “Fuck yeah,” I growled.

  Sloane’s pussy was like a fucking vise wrapped around my dick.

  “Oh my god, Aero,” she gasped. Her head was tossed back, her hands on my chest, and her hips moved up and down.

  “Get there, babe,” I urged.

  I had already made her come with my tongue, and now I needed her to come around my dick. I was seconds away from exploding inside her, but I held off until she found her release.

  “Oh, god,” Sloane moaned. “Yes, yes.”

  I flipped us over, her back hitting the bed, and I pounded into her. My name ripped from her lips, and her body shuddered beneath me.

  “That’s it, babe,” I growled. “Fuck yeah.”

  Her body quaked, and a final shout ripped from her lips. I thrust one last time and exploded inside her.

  “Oh god,” she repeated.

  I collapsed to the side and gathered her in my arms. “Holy fuck,” I gasped.

  Sloane mewled with satisfaction and pressed a kiss to the side of my neck. “Wow.”

  Wow was fucking right. I knew there were sparks between Sloane and me, but we were fucking explosive in bed. “That happen in those books you read, babe?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” she sighed, “but I can tell you it’s a hell of a lot better in real life than it is on the pages.”

  I chuckled and pulled the comforter over us. “Just stick with me, babe, and you’ll never have to read a book again.”

  She smothered a yawn and relaxed into me. “If you keep this up, I think that is totally doable. You’ve got nothing on those blue aliens, Aero.”

  “That’s a good thing, right?” I asked.

  Sloane patted my chest. “A very good thing,” she reassured me.

  A knock sounded on the door. “Room service.”

  “Well, that was perfect timing,” she chuckled.

  Sloane rolled off of me, and I stood. “Hungry?” I asked.

  “Starving,” she sighed, “but I could also go for a nap,” she giggled.

  I pulled on a pair of jeans and grabbed some money from my wallet. I didn’t know what the hell Dice had ordered, but I was sure it would be sufficient to fuel Sloane and me for another round. I yanked open the door and grabbed the tray of food. I handed the guy a twenty and closed the door.

  “You could have at least said thank you,” Sloane laughed. She scooted up so her back was to the headboard, and she pulled the blanket over her chest.

  “I said thank you with a tip, babe.” I set the tray on the table and lifted the lids off the two plates.

  “What did we get?” she asked.

  “Chicken wings, some kind of wrap, and a platter of fries.” I grabbed a fry and popped it in my mouth. “Should give us enough energy for round two.”

  “Round two?” Sloane chuckled. “Are you sure you’ve never read a romance novel before, Aero? You really do talk just like one.”

  I shook my head and moved the tray of food to the bed. I handed her half of the wrap and grabbed the plate of wings. I settled in next to her and leaned over to take a bite of the wrap in her hand.

  “Hey,” she protested. “How am I supposed to fuel up for round two when you’re eating my food?”

  I wiped a smear of mayo from my mouth and offered her a wing. “I can do all of the work this time.”

  She rolled her eyes and grabbed a wing. “How about we both do the work?”

  “That what they do in your books?”

  She nibbled on the wing and nodded. “For the most part.”

  “I’m convinced that you’re not reading fairytales, babe. You’re just reading real life.” I hadn’t read any of Sloane’s books, but every time she told me it was like she was in a book, it was just normal shit.

  Sex. Romance. Motorcycle clubs.

  All real life.

  Sure, life was not always good like this, but you pushed through the shit times to get to the fairytale moments.

  “Two days ago I would have argued with you, but you’re making me think you might be right.” She finished the wing and dropped the bones on the edge of the plate. “I’m going to have to ask my favorite MC authors how they do it. Those stories are pretty spot on from where I’m sitting.”

  “Eating chicken wings in bed with a biker?”

  She nodded and held the wrap up to my lips. “Yeah. You’re my knight in shining armor who roared into my life on a chrome steed. Let’s just hope all the drama they sprinkle into their books doesn’t happen to us.”

  I took a bite and nodded. “Let’s fucking hope not, babe. I’d ask you what that drama is, but I don’t want you to bring that bad juju to us.”

  “Juju?” she laughed. “That is not a word I ever thought would come out of your mouth.”

  I shrugged, “Call it whatever you want. Let’s just keep the bad shit at bay, yeah?”

  “Well, most of the time it’s stalkers and plain old crazies. Got any of those waiting in the wings?” she laughed.

  “Fucking hell, woman,” I laughed. “Not that I know of, but normally the crazies don’t come advertising themselves until it’s too late.”

  Sloane wagged her finger at me. “You’re right. They always come out of left field.”

  “Babe,” I drawled. “I’d rather you talk about the blue aliens than all the bad things that happen in your realistic books.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You’re not afraid we’ll get invaded by blue aliens if I talk about them?” she sassed.

  I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and shook my head. “No, because if we do, I know all you book nerds will take care of them.”

  “Breed a new species?” she suggested.

  “What the hell, Sloane? You guys are fucking the blue aliens?”

  She busted out laughing and rocked back and forth. “You have no clue,” she wheezed.

  And I didn’t want to have a clue. Sloane loved her books, and that was great, but she could keep the freaky blue aliens to herself. I set the plate of wings on the bedside table and whipped back the comforter.

  “Hey,” she protested.

  My eyes traveled over the expanse of her lush body, and I planted a knee on the bed. “Hey, what?” I growled.

  “I’m eating,” she whispered.

  I grabbed the wrap from her and tossed it on the plate. “Oh, I’m about to, too, babe.”

  “Oh, boy,” she gasped. She slowly spread her legs and draped her arm over her head. “We’re ready for round two?”

  “Fuck yeah, babe.”

  *

  Chapter Eleven

  Sloane

  “Go!”

  “Let me in the car.”

  Dove put her fingers in her ears and shook her head. “I can’t hear you,” she hollered.

  “Dove, let me in the damn car. You are not going to drive back to Texarkana by yourself.” It was Monday morning, and it was time to head back to reality. After spending the rest of the day and all night locked away in Aero’s room, the time to leave had come too quickly.

  “Sloane,” Aero called. “Just get on my bike. This was Dove’s idea.”

  Dove rolled down her window an inch. “Get away from my car, stranger. I want to drive by myself so I don’t have to listen to some book on tape.”

  I rolled my eyes and propped my hands on my hips. “It’s called an audiobook, Dove. Books on tape are from the freaking eighties.”

  “Don’t care,” she laughed. “With you on the back of Aero’s bike, I can listen to Dorothy the whole way home without you complaining about needing to listen to the next chapter in your book.” She rolled up her window and flitted her fingers at me. “Shew!”

  “She shouldn’t have to drive home by herself.”

  “She won’t be by herself,” Dice pointed out. “We’ll be in front and behind her the whole way.”

  I wrinkled my nose and shielded my eyes from the sun. “You got the hots for Dove?” I asked.

  “Sloane,” Aero growled. “Get your ass on the back of my bike and stop bugging Dice about Dove.”

  “Not my type,” Dice replied.

  “You mean hot and nice aren’t your type?” I shot back. Telling me my best friend was not your type was not a good thing to do.

  Dice pulled his sunglasses over his eyes and shrugged. “I guess not, doll.”

  Dove rolled down her window. “Did you just ask him if he likes me?”

  “Yes, I sure did.” I stomped my foot. “He said you’re not his type, and I do not accept that.”

  “Girl, you should accept it because he is not my type either. He’s like a big brother with the way he was watching me this weekend.” Dove wrinkled her nose. “You’re gonna have to live happily ever after with your biker alone, Sloane. I’m not joining the old lady life.”

  “Ol’ lady,” I corrected her.

  “Whatever,” she laughed. “You need to focus on your hot biker and not worry about me, okay?”

  “Are we fucking leaving, or are we just going to hang out in the parking lot?” Compass called.

  I cringed and scurried over to Aero. “For the record, I am getting on the back of Aero’s bike under duress.” I grabbed the helmet Aero offered and plopped it on my head.

  “Your ol’ lady talks too much,” Pirate groaned. He was parked next to Aero, and he looked like he was going to throw up.

  “I’m your ol’ lady?” I snapped the strap under my chin and dropped my arms.

  “You good with that?”

  I shrugged, “I mean, it seems pretty fast in the romance book world, but I’m gonna take it and not freak out about it.” Cue internal hyperventilating.

  “Lies,” Dove called out her window. “She’s going to internally freak out about it the whole drive home and then have a mental breakdown once she’s alone.”

  “Shut up!” I shouted. “Is the girl code really gone for you?” My god. Of course, I was going to freak out about Aero calling me his ol’ lady, but I was going to wait to start that freak out until I was home. I turned back to Aero and plastered a smile on my face. “I guess it’s okay to be your ol’ lady.”

  He shook his head and slid his sunglasses over his eyes. “You’re a nut, Sloane.”

  Yeah, but now I was his nut.

  “Let’s fucking go,” Compass called. “We got a long fucking ride in front of us, and you guys chitchatting are only making it longer.”

  I hopped on the back of Aero’s bike and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Is he always this cranky?” I whispered into his ear.

  Aero shrugged, “Nah, not normally. Him and Yarder have been a bit off lately, but I’m sure it’s nothing.”

  That seemed ominous. I shook my head. I needed to stop treating my life like it was a romance novel.

  This was real life and not a novel.

  “I’m sure it’s nothing.” I brushed off all my bad thoughts and took a deep breath.

  “Ready to get back to reality, babe?” Aero called.

  As ready as I was going to be.

  I came to Motorcycles, Mobsters and Mayhem just Sloane, and now I was leaving an ol’ lady and a motorcycle club in tow.

  Freaking crazy.

  *

  Chapter Twelve

  Aero

  “What the fuck are you staring at?” I demanded.

  Yarder continued glaring at me and folded his arms over his chest.

  We were seated around the table at the clubhouse, and everyone was looking at me. It had been almost two weeks since we got back from Lake Conroe, and things had been tense between Yarder and me. Why? I didn’t fucking know. When he told us to keep it in our pants, I figured it meant to not fuck every girl in sight. I hadn’t done that. Sloane had been the only woman my eyes saw that weekend.

  “Fuck,” Smoke laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Yarder this pissed.”

  Pirate raised his hand. “I have. When I was a prospect, I accidentally grabbed the bleach instead of the laundry detergent. His clothes went into the washing machine black and blue and came out pink.” Pirate cringed. “Not even a good-looking pink either. It was like dead salmon.”

  “Dead salmon?” Stretch laughed. “What the fuck is that?”

  “Not a pretty color, brother.” Pirate shook his head.

  Yarder turned his glare to Pirate. “And that is why you are never allowed to touch the washing machine or my clothes ever again.”

  Pirate held up his hands. “Fine by me, prez.”

  “Wait, wait,” Fade called. “How the hell do you wash your clothes if you can’t touch the washing machine?”

  “Laundromat,” Pirate shrugged. “I go once a week. A bit of a hassle, but Yarder is serious when he says I can’t touch the washing machine.”

  “Never,” Yarder growled.

  At least the attention was off of me now.

  “Why the hell did we not know this?” Throttle asked.

  “Advertising being an idiot isn’t something we like to do,” Compass drawled.

  “You knew?” I asked.

  Compass nodded.

  Pirate pointed at me. “Remember, you’re pissed off at him, Yarder.”

  For fuck’s sake.

  Everyone turned back to me. “Thanks a lot, Pirate,” I growled.

  “What did you think I meant when I said to keep it in your pants?” Yarder asked.

  This was about Sloane.

  Great.

  I figured it was, but I was hopeful it was about something else entirely.

  I was wrong.

  “I figured you meant to keep it in my pants to the point where I wasn’t boinking every chick I saw,” I shrugged. “How was I supposed to know I was going to meet Sloane? Come on, Yarder.”

  Yarder shook his head. “I need your head to be fucking clear and focused, Aero.” Yarder looked around the table. “All of you. Having women in our lives brings nothing but drama and chaos.”

  I wrinkled my brow. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

  “Yeah,” Fade agreed. “I think you might be going off the deep end here, prez. You expect us all to be monks or some shit?”

  “I’m assuming when you and Compass were dating chicks, that was fine,” I spat. This was not at all what I expected when Yarder had called Church.

  “Neither of us have ol’ ladies,” Yarder grunted.

  “Where the hell is this coming from?” Dice demanded. “I know I don’t got a dog in this race because I don’t have an ol’ lady, or even a possible ol’ lady, but it seems kind of bullshit for you to sit here and be pissed that Aero managed to land a chick who can stand him for more than five minutes.”

  “We just don’t want any drama coming into the club,” Compass clarified.

  “Did you even talk to Sloane?” I asked. “She’s either working or reading a book. She is the furthest thing from drama.”

  “Yeah,” Fade laughed. “Aero got a cute one, but she’s as tame as they come, bro.”

  I glanced at Fade. “Thank you, I think.”

  Fade tipped his chin to me. “I like her. I mean, we don’t really know her that well since you spent pretty much all Sunday in your room with her, but you know. She seems cool.”

  “Enough,” Yarder growled. “I’m just fucking saying I don’t want any drama coming from you thinking you need an ol’ lady.”

  “Is this really the reason why you called Church?” I asked.

  Yarder glanced at Compass.

  “No,” Compass replied. “We got some shit coming down the pipe.”

  “Like what?” Smoke asked. “We got enough on our plates with the gym and body shop.”

  Yarder shook his head. “We hired two chicks to take over the gym. We’re going to need everyone all hands-on deck at the garage from today going forward.”

  “You hired two chicks without running that shit through us?” I asked. “I thought this was a club that everything got voted on.”

  Yarder shrugged, “Normally, yes, but we had to move fast on this.”

  “Fast on what?” Smoke asked.

  Cue Ball interrupted. “And why the hell did we not get to vote on it? Fuck fast. This is a fucking club. We vote on shit, and the majority rules.”

  “I don’t want anything to do with what you guys decided without us,” Throttle growled. “Fuck. That.”

  We all felt the same way. We were a family and a club. We didn’t make big decisions without everyone being in on it.

  “This is why you’ve been a prick the past couple of weeks, isn’t it?” Pirate asked. “You knew you were making moves without us, and it made you a miserable fuck.”

  “Enough!” Yarder shouted. He pointed to the door. “Every breath I take is in the best interest of this club. You fuckers don’t even know what I’m about to say and you’re ready to fucking riot.”

  “You guys need to calm the fuck down,” Compass added. “We couldn’t say anything until the papers were signed and the ink was dry.”

  “Just fucking spit it out, already,” I shouted. These assholes tried to make me feel bad about hooking up with Sloane, all the while they were making deals and whatnot behind the club’s back.

  “About four weeks ago, I got a phone call from a production company out in New York,” Yarder started.

 

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