Page 147 of Devil’s Disciples

“Am I?” She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet. “Why’s that?”

“Because I’m going to come by at seven and pick you up.” His eyes scanned her from top to bottom, pausing at her bikini top for a long look. “Wear something you don’t mind getting wrinkled.”

“You’re picking me up?” She stopped rocking. “Tonight? At seven?”

He nodded. “I am.”

She gave him a puzzled look. “Did you say that you want me to wear something that’s wrinkle-free?”

“You can wear whatever you want.” He looked her over again, and then met her gaze. “But It’s going to get wrinkled when I take it off and toss it on the floor.”

Jennifer pressed her biceps into the sides of her boobs. “Sounds like a fun night.”

I struggled with thoughts of turning the hose in their direction and spraying them both. It appeared her books were spot-on. Bikers were after one thing and one thing only.

Sex.

He wasn’t even beating around the proverbial bush. He went right to the point, and Jennifer offered no opposition to his cheesy come-on.

I mentally rolled my eyes but couldn’t bring myself to stop watching. While the biker with no name was in the middle of saying something, the roar of motorcycles from the other direction drowned out his voice.

Two motorcycles careened over the hill. Then, they shot up the street and came to a screeching stop in front of the house. I felt a little apprehensive when I realized one of them was Cash. I quickly recognized the other rider as the neighbor from down the street.

Cash hopped off his motorcycle and stomped toward the driveway. After edging his way between the youthful biker and Jennifer, he gave the young man a glare.

“What the fuck are you doing, Tito?” Cash barked.

Tito puffed his chest and hardened his gaze. “Whatever the fuck I want to, Brother.”

Cash’s jaw tightened. Then, his fists clenched. “You’ve got no business up here, little man.”

“Last I checked, Baker was president of this club, and you were the muscle.” He looked Cash over. “I’m wondering if maybe you should relinquish that position. It should go to the toughest man in the club.”

I had no idea what was going on, but it was clear that Cash wasn’t very happy with Tito’s decision to stop by. I wondered if Cash had somehow laid claim to me, which prevented any of the other men from coming near me or my place of residence.

I was flattered and confused at the same time.

“What the fuck are you trying to say, midget?” Cash snapped back.

Tito’s mouth twisted into a smirk. “Are you too dumb to figure it out?”

Cash took a step back and raised his hands slightly. “If you’re feeling froggy, motherfucker, jump.”

Fearing the next step from either of them would require an ambulance, the police, or both, I set the hose down and stepped off the porch. “It’s awfully hot out here this morning. Would any of you care for a drink?”

The neighbor looked at me and grinned a sly grin. “Might want to grab that hose and spray these two before things get ugly.”

Tito let out a long breath. “My apologies.” He glanced at the neighbor, Cash, and then me. “Sure. I’d love a drink.”

The neighbor gave a sharp nod. “Whatever you’ve got would be nice. Thank you.”

Cash glared at Tito for a few seconds, took a step back, and then walked to my side. “I’ll come with you.”

“Make me a mimosa, if you don’t mind,” Jennifer said.

Cash accompanied me to the porch, and then opened the front door and gestured inside. “After you.”

“What was all that about?” I asked as I walked inside. “Can I ask?”