Chapter Four Bishop #2
My ears perked up at the sound of a baby’s cry. I knew the cry very well, since it belonged to my nephew, Wyatt. As I headed across the main room of the roadhouse, I could see Alexandra in the doorway to the kitchen, walking around, trying to pacify the fussy baby.
“What’s wrong with the little man?” I asked.
Alexandra huffed out a frustrated breath.
“I have no idea. He’s just been fed and had his diaper changed, but he insists on being whiny.
” She kissed the top of her son’s dark- haired head.
“Truth be told, I think he’s sick of me.
With Deacon gone camping with Willow, he’s had no one else to amuse him the past three days. ”
“Here, let me take him.”
Alexandra’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Really?”
When I nodded, she passed him into my waiting arms. He immediately dried up the sniffling and gazed into my face.
“Who knew you were so good with babies?” Alexandra mused.
With a wink, I added, “Nah, it’s more about the fact that he’s had too much tit time. He needs to be with some men for a while.”
“You’re terrible,” she replied, smacking my arm playfully.
“You love me, though,” I teased.
Alexandra leaned over and bestowed a kiss on my cheek. “Yes, I do. Very much.” Patting Wyatt’s back, she then said, “Bring him to me when you get tired of him or he gets tired of you.”
“Sure thing.”
As I walked Wyatt around the main room, several of my brothers stopped to talk to us while their old ladies or girlfriends cooed at Wyatt.
Although he was all Alexandra when it came to looks, Wyatt was like his old man and knew how to work a crowd.
He grinned and waved his hands, drawing smiles from everyone we talked to.
“What a little cutie,” a voice said behind me.
I turned around to find my eye- fucker standing behind me. Damn, she was even more smokin’ hot up close. “Thanks.”
“Is he yours?” she asked.
“Oh hell no. He’s my brother’s.”
She smiled as she reached out to stroke Wyatt’s chubby cheek. “I take it you don’t have any of your own.”
“That would once again be a hell no.”
“You’re awfully good with him.”
“I like kids just as long as they belong to someone else,” I answered honestly.
When Wyatt reached for her, she looked at me to gauge my response. “Sure. You can hold him.”
Wyatt happily dove into her waiting arms. “Aren’t you a charmer?” she murmured, to which Wyatt gurgled happily.
“I don’t think we’ve met,” I said as she sweet-talked Wyatt.
“I’m Samantha.”
Extending my hand, I said, “I’m Bishop.”
“Nice to meet you,” she said as she balanced Wyatt in one arm and shook my hand with the other.
From her introduction, I knew she was as new to the MC lifestyle as Marley was.
Most of the women we associated with knew that when introducing themselves, they were to say which man they belonged to and depending on the type of party, which chapter her man belonged to. “You’re Marley’s girlfriend.”
She nodded. “I am.”
“I’ve heard lots about you.”
Her dark eyebrows rose in suspicion. “You have?”
With a wink, I replied, “It was all good. I promise.”
Samantha smiled. “I’m glad to hear that.”
“I take it this is your first MC party?”
“Yeah. It is.”
“And what do you think about it?”
After glancing around the room, she answered, “It’s interesting.”
I laughed. “This one is pretty tame. Wait until you go to a rally.”
“How’s a rally different?”
“Well, it’s more of a drunken free-for-all with lots of half-naked people hooking up in the broad daylight.” When she widened her eyes, I added, “It has to be seen to be believed.”
After wrinkling her nose, she said, “Somehow I don’t know if I like the sound of that.”
“You’ll get used to it. Especially if Marley becomes a prospect.”
She nodded. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I do love a good party. I’m just not sure I want to see a bunch of naked strangers getting it on.” With a grin, she added, “I can see better porn from the comfort of my own home.”
I laughed. “I like your way of thinking.”
It was at that moment Marley appeared. “Hey, B, I see you finally got to meet my girl.”
“You’re a lucky man,” I replied.
Marley shot me a broad grin before leaning over to plant a smacking kiss on Samantha’s lips, which caused her to jerk back slightly.
Her reaction seemed a little weird, but then she gave him a beaming smile. “I guess I better hand over this cutie,” she said. After
I took Wyatt back from her, she said, “Thanks for letting me hold him.”
“Anytime.”
She then slid her arm around Marley’s waist as they started away from me. Just as they got halfway across the room, she glanced over her shoulder at me, giving me that catlike smile again. I jerked my chin up at her in acknowledgment.
When she turned her head, I groaned, which caused Wyatt to glance up at me in surprise. I smiled at him. “Little Man, your uncle is in deep shit.”
***
I spent the rest of the evening trying not to think, least of all fantasize, about Samantha.
It was a losing battle. Even as I tried occupying my mind by making the rounds and talking to other club members, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Most of the thoughts involved having her on her back while pounding her senseless.
After about an hour of trying to avoid her and my out-of-control sexual thoughts, I somehow managed to end up at the pool table where she and Marley were playing.
Just as I thought about running away, Marley handed me his stick.
“Why don’t you try a round? I’m getting my ass kicked and my wallet fleeced at the moment. ”
With a chuckle, I motioned to one of our newest patch members, Crazy Ace. “He’s a real hustler.”
Marley groaned. “Don’t I know it?”
Motioning to the pool table, I said, “Rack ’em up. Let’s see if you can do any better against me.”
Samantha shook her head. “He’s just going to end up embarrassing himself by having to bum money off me.”
“Hey, now,” Marley countered with a smile.
“Truth hurts, babe,” Samantha said before leaning up to kiss Marley. I fought the urge to toss my stick on the table and walk away. Instead, I took the chalk and rubbed some on my cue.
A tap on my shoulder had me whirling around. It was Joe Casterini, or Jolting Joe, our newest prospect. He was also the bartender when we had parties. “Hey, B, we’re just about out of beer on tap.”
I nodded. “Take one of the other prospects and run down to the warehouse. There should be some kegs there.”
“Sounds like a plan except I’m the only prospect here tonight,” Joe replied.
“Shit. That’s right.”
Holding up his hand, Joe said, “I can totally handle it alone.”
Even if he couldn’t make it up the hill with the steel keg, he knew as a prospect he shouldn’t try to pussy out of a situation. I glanced over at Marley. “Hey, man, want to help out?”
He grinned as he set his beer down on the pool table’s edge.
“You bet your ass I’m down for anything that involves more beer.”
With a laugh, I said, “Glad you’re so eager to help.”
“Seriously, though. I’ve been thinking about what you said about joining up with the club. Figure that helping out and pitching in is all part of it, right?” Marley asked.
“Yeah. It sure as hell is.”
“Then I’m always down for that.”
I smacked him on the back. “Can see that one.”
Joe waved his hand. “Come on, man. Let’s get this shit taken care of before the natives get restless.”
“Okay,” Marley said. He then followed Joe out of the roadhouse.
When I turned back to the others, I noticed it wasn’t just Crazy Ace and Samantha anymore. One of the newest sweet butts appeared to be glued to Crazy Ace’s side. As she whispered in his ear, his eyes got glassy, and I knew that pool was the last thing on his mind.
“See ya later, B,” he said as he let the girl lead him away to one of the back rooms.
That left me all alone with Samantha. We stood in awkward silence for a few seconds before I held out a stick to her. “You play?”
She shrugged. “A little.”
“Then let’s have a go.”
Samantha took the stick. “Just promise you’ll go easy on me.”
“I’ll try,” I said.
“Good.”
As I racked up the balls, I said, “Marley hasn’t told me too much
about you.”
“Glad to know he’s keeping my secrets.”
I cocked my head at her. “You got secrets?”
She shrugged. “Maybe . . . maybe not.” After tossing her long, dark hair over her shoulder, she pinned me with a stare. “Don’t we all have secrets?”
“I guess so.”
“It’s been my observation that everyone has his or her own set of personal secrets. Hell, we even have some professional ones along the way.”
“That’s an interesting thought.” Placing my palms on the edge of the table, I smiled at her. “Wanna trade some secrets?”
“What did you have in mind?”
I jerked my chin at the table. “For every ball the winner sinks, the loser has to give up something about himself.”
“Sounds interesting.”
“I thought as much.”
Samantha leaned in on her cue, swaying her hips as she looked at me. “How can I be sure the odds aren’t stacked against me? You know, since I’m new to the game and all.”
“I said I would go easy on you.”
She gave me a skeptical look. “Hmm, we’ll see.”
“How about this? To demonstrate my good intentions, I’ll let you go first.”
“Aren’t you being sweet?” she teased.
“I try.”
She took me off guard when she asked, “Stripes or solids?”
“Huh?”
With a grin, Samantha replied, “I was asking which balls you wanted— stripes or solids?”
“If I were really being sweet, it should be lady’s choice, shouldn’t it?”
“My, my, you sure are a gentleman,” she mused as she brushed past me. It didn’t go unnoticed how her breasts felt as they made brief contact with my chest. I was still thinking about her fabulous tits when she said, “I’ll take solids, then.”
I cleared my throat while I also tried clearing my mind. “Sounds good.”