“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-Bread.”
“Nope. Patrón 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 Patrón. She set 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, 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.”
“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 imagine you would.” She then handed me her shot glass. “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. She slammed the Patrón bottle 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.”
“When she looks at me like she wants to scratch my eyes out, it does matter.” 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 Patrón, 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 shots, shuddering a little as the alcohol burned 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 over a year.”
Alex’s dark eyes widened at my summation. “I see.”
“Hey, you asked.”
“Actually, I see a lot more. 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 Beth. 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 the president’s old lady, she was in charge of keeping the peace between the wives, girlfriends, and club whores. From her expression, I could tell she thought 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 Ds, she made a hell of a president’s wife. Case had fallen head over fucking heels for her the moment he saw her dancing underage at the Lounge. At first the seventeen-year-old blond bombshell didn’t warm to thirty-year-old Case’s come-ons. Like me, she’d run away from foster care at fifteen and had been living hard the last two years. But once she turned eighteen and 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 was also evident in their five kids ranging from three to twenty.