Chapter Eleven Deacon
Two hours and three beers later, I was still shooting the shit with the guys when Alex and Willow appeared. Putting down my fourth beer, I headed over to them. “Rev’s waiting on you. Head on down to Mama Liz’s.”
Willow nodded. After giving Alex a hug, she sprinted for the back door where she took Rev’s hand and tugged him outside.
When I saw Alex staring longingly at one of the guy’s beers, I said, “It’s been a hell of a long day, huh, White Bred?”
“It has.”
“Let me buy you a drink to make it up to you.”
Her brows rose in surprise at my offer. “You want to buy me a drink?”
“Sure,” I replied, giving her my most convincing smile.
“Is this your way of apologizing for being a dick about the motorcycle ride?”
With a shrug, I replied, “Maybe.”
“Still can’t say you’re sorry, can you?”
I grunted. “Not really sure that I need to, but if it makes you feel better, I’m sorry.”
Alex grinned triumphantly at me. “That was a pretty shitty apology, but since it’s coming from you, I’ll take it.
“Does that mean you’ll take a drink from me too?”
“Won’t your mother be expecting you for dinner?”
I shook my head. “The boys and I have to fend for ourselves when it comes to dinner on Wednesday nights. That’s when Mama Liz has her ladies bible study down at the house.”
“How terrible that you might actually have to cook for yourselves,” she mused, the corners of her lips turning up in a teasing smile.
“When it comes to cooking and cleaning, we’re pretty much shit out of luck.”
She laughed. “Sounds like a typical man.”
Motioning to the bar, I asked, “What’s your poison?”
“Depends. If I’m at home and wanting to slowly unwind, I’d go for a beer. But after a long day like today when a quick buzz would be good, I’d go for tequila.”
I snorted. “Hard stuff like tequila? You’ve got to be shitting me, White Bred.”
“Nope. Patron Silver if you have it.”
“I thought you’d want some white wine.”
She grinned. “I’m such a paradox.”
Rolling my eyes, I said, “Big words again.”
“I have two sides that don’t really go together or make sense.”
“I would have to agree.” Waving Cheyenne over, I said, “Give me two shots of Silver.”
Cheyenne gave me a slight glare before reaching under the bar for the Patron. She sat the two shot glasses down on the bar a little harder than she had to before pouring in the white tequila. Without another word to me, she headed down to the end of the bar where some of the other guys sat.
Alexandra eagerly reached for her shot glass. Raising it up, she cocked her brows at me. “Bottoms up?”
With a nod, I grabbed my glass. “Bottoms up,” I echoed. As I brought the glass to my lips, I eyed Alexandra, waiting for her to pussy out. Instead, she sucked down the tequila in one gulp and didn’t even use a lime.
Once I finished mine, I grinned at her. “Impressive.”
“Thank you.”
“Another?”
“I really shouldn’t since I have to drive home.”
“Come on, live a little.”
“Riding a motorcycle and getting drunk off tequila on a school night? I’d say you’re a bad influence on me.”
“I take that as a compliment.”
She laughed. “I would imagine you would.”
“I’ll take you up on your offer.”
“Good.” When I glanced down the length of the bar, Cheyenne once again glared at me. I didn’t know what her fucking problem was. I was just having a drink with Alexandra. It wasn’t like I was fucking her on the bar or something.
Without a word, she came over to me. Taking the patron bottle she slammed it down on the bar. “In case you two want more.”
And then she stalked away. Alex glanced from Cheyenne’s retreating form over to me. “I don’t think she’s a big fan of mine.”
With a shrug, I replied, “Doesn’t matter.”
“It does when she looks at me like she wants to scratch my eyes out.” Alex ran her finger over the rim of her tequila glass. “Are you seeing her?” she questioned softly.
“Not exactly.”
“What does that mean?”
Grabbing the bottle of Patron, I poured us both another well needed shot. Without answering her question, I raised my glass to her. “Bottoms up again.”
Alex took her glass and then clinked it with mine. “Cheers.” We then both downed the shot, shuddering a little as the alcohol burned down our throats. “Now answer my question,” Alex demanded in a no-nonsense tone.
“Okay, but you’re not going to like it.” I poured myself another shot. Surprisingly Alex slid her glass over for a refill. Once we downed yet another one, I said, “I’m not dating Cheyenne, but I’ve been fucking her for the last two years.”
Alex’s dark eyes widened at my summation. “I see.”
“Hey, you asked.”
As Alex stared passed me at Cheyenne, she said, “She wants more from you, but you’re not willing to give it. Right?”
“Maybe.”
“Don’t you want to settle down now that you have Willow?”
“Willow doesn’t need some woman forced on her to play mommy. She has Mama Liz. Besides, Cheyenne isn’t mommy material. I’m not sure she’s even wife material.”
“That wasn’t exactly the question I asked, but your evasiveness about the subject of marriage and commitment speaks volumes.”
“Look, I’m always honest with the women I’m with. What bullshit fantasies they get about me is their own damn problem.”
Alex rolled her eyes. “You’re such a romantic.”
“Well, well, who do we have here?” a voice questioned behind us.
Alex whirled around a little too fast, causing her to stagger on her feet. “I probably should have eaten something before having those three shots,” she murmured.
“Maybe you should have fed the poor girl something, Deacon,” Case’s wife, Kim, chastised.
“You know I’m more about getting them drunk than keeping them sober,” I replied, with a wink.
Kim smacked my arm playfully before reaching over to hug me.
As she pulled away, her green eyes shot me a questioning look.
I knew she was wondering what in the hell I was doing partying with Alex, especially right in front of Cheyenne.
As an old lady, she was in charge of keeping the peace between the wives, girlfriends, and croweaters.
From her expression, the whole situation had trouble written all over it.
Although I wasn’t one to ever want an old lady, Kim was one of the best. With her humor, over-the-top personality, and heart as big as her natural double d’s, she made a hell of a president’s wife. Case had fallen head over fucking heels for her the moment he saw her dancing at the Lounge.
At first, the nineteen-year-old blonde bombshell didn’t warm to forty-year-old Case’s come-ons.
Like me, she’d run away from foster care at fifteen, and then had been living hard the last couple of years.
But once he started showing her his softer side, the one his brothers had no idea existed, he finally won her over.
They married a year later, and they still couldn’t keep their hands off of each other, which is also evident in their five kids ranging from three to twenty.
“Where are your manners, Deacon? Introduce me to your friend,” Kim said, interrupting my thoughts.
“This is Willow’s teacher, Alexandra Evans.” Motioning to Kim, I said to Alex, “This is our President’s wife, Kim.”
Alex extended her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Kim replied with a smile.
Tiny strolled up then with a clipboard in his hand. “Hey bossman, we just got some deliveries that need taking care of.”
I nodded. “Excuse me, ladies.” After I hopped off my stool, I turned to Rev. “Keep an eye on her,” I said in a low voice.
“Sure thing,” he replied.
It took a good fifteen minutes to take care of the inventory. It needed a little extra care supervising it out to the warehouse considering what was inside—the latest gun shipment we were holding for our Tennessee chapter of the Raiders. Once it was secured inside, I headed back to the clubhouse.
Music blaring out of the jukebox, along with the sound of whistles and catcalls, met me when I came back in the door.
I couldn’t imagine what the hell was going on.
Then I did a double take at the sight of Alex on top of the bar, dancing with Kim.
But she wasn’t just dancing. No, she was singing off-key as loud as she could to Pour Some Sugar on Me.
“Well fuck me,” I muttered under my breath.
About ten of the guys encircled the bar, watching and cheering them on.
Of course, most had their perverted gazes fixed on Alex.
Her limber body served her well in ballet as well as bar dancing.
Each sway of her hips and slide of her hand down her body caused my dick to swell.
It was either cut and run or get Alex the fuck off that bar.
Of course, there was also a third option that had me getting her off the bar and taking her to my room to fuck her brains out.
I chose Choice B for both of our sakes. I could only imagine that sober Alex would be mortified at her behavior.
Striding up to the bar, I pushed some of the guys out of my way.
When I saw Rev, I smacked him on the back of the head.
“Jesus, man, what’s your problem?” he shouted over the music and singing.
Motioning to Alex, I said, “I thought I told you to watch her.”
Rev grinned. “I am watching her.”
“Yeah, for the record, her dancing on top of the bar was not what I had in mind.”
“Come on, Deacon. She’s just cutting loose and having some innocent fun.”
At my ‘you gotta be shitting me look’, Rev said, “She’s just dancing. If she had started trying to strip, I would’ve stopped her. As far as our brothers go, you can be damn sure that no one touched a hair on her head on my watch…well, maybe no one but Kim.”