she purred.
"You are much better than caffeine," he admitted.
"I do aim to please, and thank you for that raving review," she teased.
He kissed her nose. "Come on then. I find your offers very difficult to ignore."
She smiled brightly and then pulled him by the hand while she skipped ahead back to the bedroom.
Once her man was clean and satisfied, she toweled him off and then left his side to get dressed. Glancing back over her shoulder she found him watching her ass as she walked away, and felt warm all over again. "Should I bring my bikini again?"
"You don't really need to work on your tan. You don't even have any lines," he told her.
"Naked sunbathing is the balm," she told him as she nixed the idea of a bra and slipped on a black Harley baby-doll top, and then picked out a pair of leather pants she bought during the week. She also decided on a thong and slipped that on, noticing as she did that Elias was still watching her.
"Elias?"
"Yes?" he asked.
"Aren't you going to get dressed? I don't mind, but some of the men might not want their wives looking at you like that. Not everyone is a Greek god, you know."
"I'm Norse and Irish," he told her.
"I love Thor," she told him.
"He's a redhead."
"I thought he was blond."
"That's just the comic books. The real Thor is a redhead."
"Oh, well, I still love him. Blond, redhead, same thing when you have pecs like that," she said in a serious voice.
"Think I better get back in the gym. Don't want to lose you to a myth."
"Probably a good idea," she agreed, trying hard to keep from giggling as she lied down on the bed and wiggled into her leather pants, which fit her like a second skin. She could swear she heard a sealing pop when they finally came up over her ass. "These aren't going to be too hot, are they?"
He looked out the window. It was bright and sunny already. "Might be, once we are up there. Pack some shorts in your saddle bags, and maybe some Levis."
"Good idea." She nodded and skipped to the closet again to pick out her stand-byes.
"Come on!" she urged. "I'm still a little hungry, even after that wonderful shower."
Elias came off the door jamb he was leaning on and said, "Alright. I'm coming."
"You said that earlier . Get dressed," she teased.
Once they had the bikes ready, they rode over to the Log Cabin Restaurant and Bar—the clubhouse of the White Wolves Motorcycle Club. She pulled her bike in beside Elias' V-rod and noticed a large blue and chrome trike parked beside the building.
"Is that Duffy's trike?" she asked as she lowered the Sportster down on its stand.
"Yep, I guess he's coming."
"I finally get to meet the infamous Duffy," she said with delight, shaking out her long blond hair out from her helmet and then putting back on her sunglasses.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
As soon as they walked in the bar they were given a chorus of greetings. Chelsea took Elias' arm, still not use to such warm greetings from so many people, but she smiled and nodded to the few that she knew. Larry, the attorney—who looked more like a brawler—was one of them. John, the president—who looked like a leather armored bear—was another.
John was talking to a beautiful and amazingly alluring Mexican woman, who was probably close to forty-five but, with a little makeup, could have passed for thirty. Chelsea silently prayed that at forty-five she would look so good. Elias guided her toward the two of them and then introduced her to Mary "Doc" Maynard.
"You're a doctor?"
"Psychiatrist," she told Chelsea.
"Wow," Chelsea replied. "This club has some serious brain power."
"You're on the arm of one of the brightest," Mary told her, and then leaned forward and gave Elias a kiss on each cheek in European fashion. "How you doing, big boy?"
"Good. You riding with us?"
"I thought it would be good to get out of the house for a
"You are much better than caffeine," he admitted.
"I do aim to please, and thank you for that raving review," she teased.
He kissed her nose. "Come on then. I find your offers very difficult to ignore."
She smiled brightly and then pulled him by the hand while she skipped ahead back to the bedroom.
Once her man was clean and satisfied, she toweled him off and then left his side to get dressed. Glancing back over her shoulder she found him watching her ass as she walked away, and felt warm all over again. "Should I bring my bikini again?"
"You don't really need to work on your tan. You don't even have any lines," he told her.
"Naked sunbathing is the balm," she told him as she nixed the idea of a bra and slipped on a black Harley baby-doll top, and then picked out a pair of leather pants she bought during the week. She also decided on a thong and slipped that on, noticing as she did that Elias was still watching her.
"Elias?"
"Yes?" he asked.
"Aren't you going to get dressed? I don't mind, but some of the men might not want their wives looking at you like that. Not everyone is a Greek god, you know."
"I'm Norse and Irish," he told her.
"I love Thor," she told him.
"He's a redhead."
"I thought he was blond."
"That's just the comic books. The real Thor is a redhead."
"Oh, well, I still love him. Blond, redhead, same thing when you have pecs like that," she said in a serious voice.
"Think I better get back in the gym. Don't want to lose you to a myth."
"Probably a good idea," she agreed, trying hard to keep from giggling as she lied down on the bed and wiggled into her leather pants, which fit her like a second skin. She could swear she heard a sealing pop when they finally came up over her ass. "These aren't going to be too hot, are they?"
He looked out the window. It was bright and sunny already. "Might be, once we are up there. Pack some shorts in your saddle bags, and maybe some Levis."
"Good idea." She nodded and skipped to the closet again to pick out her stand-byes.
"Come on!" she urged. "I'm still a little hungry, even after that wonderful shower."
Elias came off the door jamb he was leaning on and said, "Alright. I'm coming."
"You said that earlier . Get dressed," she teased.
Once they had the bikes ready, they rode over to the Log Cabin Restaurant and Bar—the clubhouse of the White Wolves Motorcycle Club. She pulled her bike in beside Elias' V-rod and noticed a large blue and chrome trike parked beside the building.
"Is that Duffy's trike?" she asked as she lowered the Sportster down on its stand.
"Yep, I guess he's coming."
"I finally get to meet the infamous Duffy," she said with delight, shaking out her long blond hair out from her helmet and then putting back on her sunglasses.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
As soon as they walked in the bar they were given a chorus of greetings. Chelsea took Elias' arm, still not use to such warm greetings from so many people, but she smiled and nodded to the few that she knew. Larry, the attorney—who looked more like a brawler—was one of them. John, the president—who looked like a leather armored bear—was another.
John was talking to a beautiful and amazingly alluring Mexican woman, who was probably close to forty-five but, with a little makeup, could have passed for thirty. Chelsea silently prayed that at forty-five she would look so good. Elias guided her toward the two of them and then introduced her to Mary "Doc" Maynard.
"You're a doctor?"
"Psychiatrist," she told Chelsea.
"Wow," Chelsea replied. "This club has some serious brain power."
"You're on the arm of one of the brightest," Mary told her, and then leaned forward and gave Elias a kiss on each cheek in European fashion. "How you doing, big boy?"
"Good. You riding with us?"
"I thought it would be good to get out of the house for a
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